Page 36 of Marriage Bargain with His Innocent
He would do his utmost to slow down, but temptation was like a banquet put in front of a starving beggar.
Georgina luxuriated in the sight of his lean, glorious beauty. In the shadows, his body was all angles and strength, bronzed and powerful. When he straddled her, the feel of his thick, pulsing erection filled her with wonder...with dark excitement...and with sharp apprehension all at the same time.
She was shocked by the graphic direction of her thoughts. Her lack of curiosity before when it came to sex astounded her. Curiosity was tearing her apart now. She felt as though she was waking up and coming alive for the first time in her life.
‘Enjoying the sight?’ Matias teased.
‘You’re very big...’ she breathed, with honesty, and he burst out laughing and settled alongside her, turning her so that they were facing one another.
He sobered up. ‘Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle, and the female body is fashioned to take a man of my size. Relax and you’ll enjoy the ride. I promise you.’
He kissed her, kissed every inch of her face—soft kisses that melted her from the inside out. If she was nervous about making love, his touch was dismantling those nerves and sending her inhibitions to the four winds.
She wriggled and fell back as he pinned her hands above her head and then began kissing her again—her shoulders, her neck, her breasts, nibbling and licking, and then, when she could take no more of the rising excitement, he took one throbbing nipple into his mouth. He moistened it with his tongue, teasing the stiffened bud until she wanted to scream. He nipped it gently, suckled, drawing it into his mouth then moving on to pay attention to the other.
He stilled her when all she wanted to do was thrash around, and when she was still he cupped her between her legs, waiting and then slowly insinuating his finger into her, feeling her wetness, gliding over it and finding the tight bud of her clitoris.
Georgina couldn’t stand it. Nothing had ever felt so good. She felt a burst of intense pleasure begin rippling through her as his finger glided between her thighs, smoothing the velvety crease there. She parted her legs and moved against his finger. Her body arched up and he continued to lick and tease her protuberant nipples.
There was no question that he knew what to do with a woman’s body, how to electrify it on all fronts, how to make it twist and wriggle with pleasure.
With a groan of self-restraint Georgina pulled back from that devastating finger and applied herself to givinghimsome of the pleasure he had been giving her. Inexperience made her hesitate, but the driving need to feel him was greater than any insecurities on that front.
She cupped him in her hands and, kneeling, took his bigness into her mouth. She felt a thrill of delight at his immediate response. She could tell that he couldn’t resist what she was doing to him and that gave her a heady sense of pure feminine power.
Every muscle in his body tensed as she continued to lick and suck him, while her own enflamed body had time to cool down a little. Just a little.
His deep moans thrilled her. The way he clasped her hair, guiding her, thrilled her. Everything about this guy thrilled her in ways she couldn’t define.
She licked his shaft and he uttered a stifled groan.
‘My God, Georgie...’ His voice was unsteady, his breathing uneven. ‘I can’t think straight when you’re doing that.’
Georgina broke off to say, ‘Good,’ before picking up where she’d left off.
‘This isn’t going according to plan...’ He tugged himself free of her exploring mouth and took a few seconds to gather himself before staring down at her with dark amusement. ‘Speed wasn’t on the agenda.’
Sprawled back on the pillow, arms spread, Georgina stared at him from under her lashes with drowsy delight, her body moving to its own beat because she just couldn’t seem to keep still.
‘I’m so desperate for you,’ she moaned.
‘In case you’ve missed it,’ Matias said roughly, ‘the feeling’s mutual.’
He began groping for his wallet, cursing softly under his breath until he’d extracted protection.
Where was his fabled cool? Nowhere in evidence, Georgina realised with a rush of satisfaction. His hands were trembling as he donned the condom and his movements were urgent as he settled over her.
He entered her gently, and she knew that he was exercising extreme restraint. Bit by bit he inched his bigness into her wetness, slowing when she tensed, then pushing more firmly as she accommodated his girth.
‘So fantastically tight and wet,’ he groaned. ‘You’re driving me crazy, woman.’
Her groans were fast little puffs as he sank deeper into her, and then he was moving fast and hard.
Georgina winced. Then the fierce discomfort of that initial thrust was overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations racing through her as he picked up pace. His girth and size, which she had eyed with some apprehension, was the very thing that felt so good now that he was deep inside her.
Somehow, without their bodies parting an inch, he manoeuvred her so that she was on top of him, her full breasts dangling down to his waiting mouth. Her body knew what to do and it was the most amazing thing. She knew how to move, how to gyrate on him until the need to come was so overpowering that she could no longer resist.
The orgasm that swept her away was shattering. She heard herself cry out as she arched back—a soft, urgent cry—and she knew that he was coming as well, because she could feel the rigid tension in his powerful body, the stiffening just before release, and then she collapsed against him, utterly and completely replete.
