Page 67 of Immortal By Morning
The sensation he was causing in her was so strong, she hardly noticed when he began to pull her pajama bottoms down. Abril was too caught up in the waves of excitement building and pounding through her. It wasn’t until he had to remove his hand to get it out of the way so that he could finish tugging her pajama bottoms off her hips that she noticed, and then it was only because she didn’t want him to stop touching her.Much to her relief, Crispin didn’t stop for long. He barely tugged her bottoms halfway down her thighs before returning to caressing her, but now without the cloth of the pajamas between them.
“Oh yes,” Abril groaned, and began to ride that hand as much as she could without pulling her nipple from his suckling lips. She was on the edge of finding her release when Crispin eased his caresses, and moved away from the center of her excitement.
Letting her nipple slip from his mouth, he licked a path to her other breast and growled again, “I want to make love to you.”
The moment the last word left his lips, he closed them over her second nipple and began to suckle and tease that one.
Caught up in everything she was experiencing, Abril went willingly when he suddenly urged her backward until she lay flat on her back. He then began to tug her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down her legs from where they rested halfway down her thighs. He watched her face as he did. Abril knew he was giving her the chance to say no. That this was when she should make it clear that they shouldn’t risk pregnancy, but her body was aching for him. She wanted to feel him inside of her, filling her body with his.
So, instead of saying no, she licked her lips and began to run her own hands over his body. One caressed what she could reach of his chest, smoothing over hard muscle and skin, while the other searched for and found his erection. The moment she did, Abril closed her hand around him like a glove, and slid it his length.
Crispin immediately stilled, a choked sound slipping from his mouth, but Abril too had paused, because her caressing him sent an incredible thrust of excitement through her own body. It startled her, and they both remained frozen for half a moment before the excitement began to wane, and then Abril ran her hand along his length again and another sharp shaft of pleasure raced through her.
The shared pleasure he had mentioned, she realized. A symptom of life mates. She was actually experiencing his pleasure alongside her own... and it was amazing, she acknowledged. Awesome.
“Shared pleasure could be addictive,” she breathed with wonder as she began to caress him again.
“Yes,” Crispin growled, catching her hand before she could bring them both to orgasm. “It is and once an immortal is mated, they are never unfaithful. No one can compare with their life mate when it comes to pleasure.”
He had caught her other hand too as he spoke, and now pressed both to the mattress on either side of her head as he shifted to lower himself onto her.
Using his knee, he urged hers to open so that he could rest between her thighs, and then shifted to enter her. When Abril had had her hand around him, he hadn’t seemed extremely long, but he had a great deal of girth so she wasn’t surprised when his first thrust stopped with him only halfway in, and he had to withdraw and press forward another time to complete the act.
She didn’t mind. There was no pain. But she again felt his pleasure as her tightness closed around him, and was amazed to know that this was what men experienced when they entered a woman. Because the pleasure was almost excruciating. Bending his headto kiss her, Crispin slowly withdrew and then eased back in again.
Abril returned his kiss almost wildly, and then wanting more than the slow, gentle thrusts he was using, drew her feet up so that her knees were raised, and lifted her hips into his movement, urging him to go harder and faster.
Growling, Crispin gave her what she wanted, and began to thrust more quickly, but only for a handful of times before the passion that had been growing and rushing over them in mounting waves suddenly exploded. Abril cried out into his mouth as she began to shudder and convulse.
The pleasure she was experiencing was so overwhelming, Abril was hardly aware of it when Crispin broke their kiss to shout out with his own pleasure as he poured himself into her. She was already sinking into the gentle darkness waiting for her.
“So, can immortals make mortals pregnant?”
Crispin had woken up pretty much crushing Abril into the mattress, so had swiftly shifted them so that they were lying properly on the sofa bed and she was resting on his chest. He had also been running his hand lightly up and down her back as she slept, but now stopped and glanced down at her.
Unfortunately, he had again set her down with the side of her face on his chest. He couldn’t see her expression.
“I—yes,” he said finally, guilt assaulting him as he recalled her saying in the laundry room that she didn’t wish to get pregnant.
“Well, I guess it’s Plan B for me,” she said, a resigned tone to her voice.
Crispin frowned. He did know what Plan B was. The pill women took after unprotected sex. And he felt terribly guilty that she felt she needed to take it.
“I am sorry,” he said solemnly.
Abril sighed and rolled off him to lie on her back, then sat up and scooted backward so she was reclining against the couch again. Running her hands through her hair, she said, “There’s nothing to apologize for, I wasn’t exactly screaming at you not to do it. I wasn’t even whispering it.”
“But you did say earlier in the laundry room that—”
She silenced him with a hand over his mouth, and peered at him solemnly. “This immortal sex is some pretty powerful stuff, Crispin. I don’t blame either of us for getting carried away. Although I’d think I’d be used to it by now maybe. I mean this may have been the first time we actually had sex, but we’ve messed around three times now.”
“It is not the immortal sex, it is life mate sex,” he said gently. “The shared pleasure is only something experienced by life mates, and is famously overwhelming for both parties. It is why we both lose consciousness at the end.”
She stilled at those words, and asked, “You fainted too?”
Crispin nodded with a grimace that suggested he was uncomfortable admitting to something as weak as fainting.
“Wow, sex so good you faint.” She shook her head. “I guess that’s kind of special.”
