Page 22 of Legacy of His Revenge
Sophie had never, ever felt anything like this before. She hadn’t known that this level of pleasure even existed. She half opened her eyes and his dark head moving between her legs made her shudder and gasp. She bucked against his mouth as the rush of building pleasure began to consume her, began to take over her body, then she was coming and she could no more stop the crescendo of her orgasm than she could have stopped a runaway train with the palm of her outstretched hand.
She cried out and then panted and arched and cried out again as she spasmed against his mouth.
It seemed to last for ever.
‘Matias...’ this when she was finally back down on planet earth ‘...you shouldn’t have...’
‘Shouldn’t have what?’ He had moved up to lie alongside her and he tugged her so that their bodies were pressed so closely against one another that they could have been joined. ‘Pleasured you? I wanted to. I wanted to taste you in my mouth when you came.’
‘It’s not just about me.’
‘Kiss me and hold me. You’re so beautiful. I want to feel your mouth on me...but first I need to taste your breasts. I’ve been fantasising about them for so long. I want to see if they taste the way I imagined they do.’
‘You’ve been fantasising about my breasts?’
‘It’s hardly my fault that they’re so damned gloriously big.’
‘Too big.’
Matias propped himself up on one elbow to examine them. He circled one nipple with his finger, watched it pinch and stiffen. She had generous full breasts and her nipples were boldly defined circular discs. He leant down and delicately darted his tongue over one and then he suckled on it. It tasted better than his wildest imaginings. Sweet as nectar, yet with the tang of salt. It throbbed in his mouth as he drew it in and the touch of her hand at the nape of his neck and then curled into his hair was the most powerful aphrodisiac imaginable.
She was so headily responsive and yet she wasn’t doing the usual gymnastics that so many of the women he bedded performed, gymnastics they always hoped would impress him enough to cement their staying power in his life.
Sophie was honest in all her responses and her little whimpers of pleasure carried a note that was almost of surprise, as if every touch was new and pretty sensational.
Good God, he thought, hanging on to restraint by a thread, a man could get addicted to this sort of thing. It was just as well that he was cool-headed enough to recognise this for what it was and to recognise himself for whathewas. He was immune to being snared even by a woman who was driving him crazy.
He guided her mouth to his erection and knew, in the way she hesitated at first, that this was probably new to her as well, and that gave him a kick as powerful as a rocket launcher.
Sophie licked his shaft and enjoyed the way he shuddered. It made her feel more comfortable about coming into his mouth the way she had, with such wild abandon. Then she took him in her mouth and built up a rhythm of sucking that had him groaning out loud as his fingers tangled in her silver-blonde hair.
Her experience ran to the very basic when it came to sex. Her innocent fumblings with Alan, the guy she had thought she might end up marrying, were a thousand light years away from...this.
Her body was aching and yearning and tingling all over again. She released him and lay down again, her back arched, her hair fanning out on the pillow, her eyes closed. He was watching her. She could feel it and it thrilled her.
When she sneaked a peek, she blushed shyly and was tempted to cover her breasts with her hands but she didn’t.
‘I want you,’ Matias groaned heavily and she sighed and smiled at the same time, not quite believing what they were doing but wanting more of it and wanting itnow.
‘Then take me,’ she whispered.
The seconds it took for him to fetch a condom and put it on felt like hours because she was so hot for him.
She parted her legs and then the joy and pleasure of him entering her made her heart swell and turned her on in every corner of her body. He thrust long and deep and hard and built a rhythm that started slow, getting firmer and stronger until their bodies were moving as one.
She was so tuned into him...it felt as though they had been lovers for ever. She knew when he was going to come as surely as she knew whenshewas, and when he groaned and arched back, his big, powerful body shuddering, she, too, felt her own body ascending to a climax, coming along with him, moving to the same primitive beat.
Spent, Sophie lay in his arms. His breathing was still a shallow rasp and she could feel the perspiration binding their bodies, making them hot and slippery. It felt so good and she wriggled and nestled into him, enjoying the way his arms clasped around her.
Did she fall asleep? She must have done although when she drowsily opened her eyes she was still wrapped in his arms, his thigh between her legs, her breasts squashed against his chest.
Half asleep, she reached down to touch him and felt the immediate stir of his body as he came to life in her hands. He was no more awake than she was. He was warm and half asleep and so was she, and the merging of their bodies was as natural and instinctive as the rising and setting of the sun or the changing of the tides.
When she woke the following morning, the sun was creeping into the room, weak and grey. There was a fine drizzle of rain. Where was Matias? Not lying next to her. Sophie yawned and shifted, turning onto her side to find him working at the desk by the window.
Matias heard the sound of her stirring and immediately stiffened because this whole situation had unnerved him. The sex had been amazing but afterwards...
Hell, they had fallen asleep together, wrapped around one another like clambering vines. Sleeping was something he did on his own. Women lay in his bed for sex but retreated to another bed for sleep or, better still, cleared off. Yet he had thought nothing of falling asleep with her in his arms, and then, in the middle of the night, they had made love again, and without protection. He’d barely been awake and it had been the most mind-blowing experience of his life, almost dreamlike and yet at the same time so exquisitelyreal. Their bodies had joined together and fused and he’d come explosively.
