Page 36 of Tempting Mr. Townsend
He angled himself up and kissed her. She made a discontented sound against his lips and deepened the contact, but he pulled away.
Anthony was in such a lather to be inside her, his control shredded to tatters. He was sharply conscious of his proportions, and he feared hurting her, despite her ardor. Gently he spread her legs and, using his hand to guide his entry, slid inside her.
Dear Lord, she was tight. She panted and dug her fingernails into his bare shoulders until he felt the sting. The hell of it was,he wasn't sure he could stop. Not now, poised on the edge of bliss.
His balls burned to complete the joining. Every muscle coiled until he feared he'd explode like an overheated chestnut in a fire. His heart pounded so ferociously, it must rattle the windows.
Fenella tugged at his hair again. Given her dreamy expression only moments ago, her uncompromising stare surprised him. “Anthony,” she said clearly. “I won't break”
“What the devil?”
Her hands framed his face, and she stretched up to kiss his mouth with an unfettered eagerness that threatened to blow his head off. “I appreciate your consideration, I really do.”
“That's good,” he said doubtfully. By God, it was difficult to talk and rein in his ravenous urges at the same time. He was close to forgetting that she was lovely and refined—and unused to great brutes heaving about on top of her.
“But you're driving me mad with frustration,” she said.
“I don't want to hurt you.”
The softness in her eyes set his heart thumping in a whole new rhythm. “You won't hurt me. I've done this before. Remember?”
“Not for a long time,” he mumbled, and despite his most valiant efforts, his hips jutted forward.
“Far too long.” She kissed him again, briefly but with devastating effect. “It's unkind to make me wait any longer”
“Fenella…” he began, but she arched up on a sigh of surrender and this time, not even the end of the world could stop him taking what he wanted.
On a groan of helpless delight, Anthony thrust deep and felt her open in fervent welcome.
Chapter Eleven
Fenella felt like she started out on a long journey that stretched beyond this large, comfortable bed into infinity. But this first step? Ah, this first step was marvelous. She stretched beneath Anthony, basking in the snug fit of their bodies.
When he'd pushed inside her, he'd pressed his face into the curve of her neck. Now he raised his head and shifted, setting off delicious little explosions inside her. “Good?”
She smiled and twined her arms around his back, tracing his long, straight spine and the sleek muscles. “Better than good.”
He kissed her, then tautened his hips and moved. The glide of his body drew a shivery sigh of enjoyment from her. A moment's emptiness before he filled her again.
Joined like this, she thought she'd never feel cold again. “More,” she whispered, tilting up.
Her encouragement unleashed his power. His dark eyes turned blind, and he began to move with great, deliberate strokes, deep and high so she shuddered with each thrust.
She loved every moment. While she'd thrilled to his tenderness, she'd feared he meant to treat her as too fragile for genuine passion. But this possession spoke to her strength and stirred a turbulent reaction she'd never known.
Craving the end that turned her blood to fire, she shifted restlessly. But still he kept her teetering on the edge of release until she sobbed with frustration.
“Stop torturing me.” Sweet, biddable Fenella Deerham fisted her hands and pounded on her lover's back to make him obey. He laughed breathlessly and with a surge of movement, rolled onto his back until she straddled him.
“Oh,” she gasped, instinctively leaning forward to flatten her hands on his heaving chest. The crisp hair tickled her palms, and his skin was hot as a furnace. “I'm not sure…”
He caught her hips, keeping her in place before she scrambled away. “You haven't done this before?”
He sounded surprised. It seemed mad to blush when she was stark naked and Anthony was deep inside her, but this position seemed so outlandish as to be perverse. “Ridden a man like a horse? No, I most certainly have not.”
The sweetness in his smile almost vanquished her jitters. “Try it. You'll like it.”
“I don't think so.” Fenella squirmed with discomfort.
