Page 18 of Invitation to Pleasure
Gaining courage, her fingers quested lower. He sucked in a breath and held it as she lightly traced the prominent line of his erection. He stilled, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, when she reached for the waistband of his breeches. As she undid the flap, he groaned into her mouth. Thrilled at her newfound power, Georgiana hurriedly undid the rest and slid one hand inside the opened flap, and found the rigid length of him. Hot with skin so very soft and smooth...
He was under her spell, entirely focused on her hand and what she was doing. Her fingers explored freely, and learned the size and shape of him. He was solid, larger than she imagined. He more than filled her hand. Growing bolder, she closed her fingers around him, circling him, and this time his groan was accompanied by a shudder.
She knew she was playing with fire, but she took her time fondling his sac; wonder blooming as it tightened in her hand. She could feel the surge of heated passion rising through him, provoked by her play, and it rose in her body in kind. She throbbed and grew damp between her thighs.
His mouth finally left hers, but he didn’t stop her games. He truly was a saint because he let her play. She could see the tension in his neck, the cords tight as a bow.
Daniel clenched his jaw and endured her touch, when all he wanted was to throw her on the bed and sink into the heaven he knew he’d find there. He wanted to bury himself so deep and let her wrap those gazelle-like legs around him.
Though she was innocent, her touch was pure heaven, her instincts sound. He watched the wonderment in her smile and another surge of heat, of pure unadulterated desire rose, hardening and lengthening the part of his anatomy that was currently the determined focus of her being. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself in check.
Not long, as it turned out. He made the mistake of looking down as she sent her thumb stroking over the aching head of his shaft and found a latent drop. She looked deep into his eyes, brought her thumb to her lips, and tasted, murmuring approval.
Control slipped. He caught his breath, nudged her face up and found her lips again, drew her into a drugging kiss, and ruthlessly, deliberately, took over. He didn’t hold back. He seized and devoured, claiming her mouth, her lips, with a promise of what else he’d claim this night.
He would dictate the pace. He impatiently drew her hand away and efficiently divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
He looked magnificent. A Greek God come to life. She took in the sight, drank in the glory.
He drew her close, then closer until there was not even air between them. Silken skin caressing his chest, her arms, his erection, cradled in her softness, while he plundered her mouth, holding her and her senses captive.
Georgiana tried to move closer. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her life. Far from resisting, she sank into his arms, gave herself up to his commanding kiss, surrendered and waited, nerves tight with anticipation, for him to make her his.
Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her and climbed onto the bed. The sheer curtains closed behind him, enveloping them in their own world.
They were on their knees facing each other and Georgiana let out a cry of disappointment when his lips left hers, only to moan in relief as his mouth found one tight, furled nipple.
His hot mouth suckled and savored. Her head fell back; her gasp shivered through the room. He feasted like a starving man. He laved her breasts, suckled, nipped—sending arrows of heat to her core. His hot mouth gave such pleasure she prayed he never stopped. Her hands closed on his skull, holding him to her; she was never letting go. His mouth was heaven on her flesh.
She rode the waves of delight he evoked. His hands roamed her curves while his mouth devoured her breasts. A wild wantonness erupted within and she reached for him. She gloried in the feel of his hard body, the evidence of his desire never more real. Georgiana stroked his cock once, and he growled deep in his chest. He urged her back on the bed and she went willingly. Her skin was flaming, her body melting, all her senses heightened and in scattered disarray. He followed her down, one knee rising and pushing between hers, parting her thighs, exposing the musky scent of her arousal to the room.
Georgiana was momentarily embarrassed when his muscled thigh, raspy with masculine hair, rode against her dampness, but his groan of admiration saw her glory in abandoned excitement. He deliberately shifted, pressing against the most sensitive spot, knowingly winding her tight... Her breath tangled in her throat.
She traced the rock-hard muscles in his arms as he braced himself over her, his other knee joining the first, pushed her legs apart, spreading her thighs so he could settle between them.
Their eyes locked and silently communicated. He looked down her bare torso to where their bodies would join and the set of his face told her all she needed to know. The angles and planes of his handsome face were sharp with desire. There was an elemental rawness of conquering male, and it thrilled her. She cupped his face and nodded.
He lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips as he shifted between her thighs. The hardness she’d been caressing probed her slick entranced and she tried to relax, tried to memorize her first taste of his broad, blunt head and its inherent strength and heat as he inched slowly within her.
“Relax, my darling. Breathe slowly. I promise I’ll try and make it as painless as I can.”
He flexed his hips and pressed further in. She felt every inch of his hardness, stretching and filling her. He reversed direction and she let out the breath she’d been holding.
He repeated the process several times, each entry just that little bit further. Each short stroke enough to tantalize, to drive her insane. She moaned his name.
He covered her lips, took her mouth, adding to her screaming senses. She was combusting from the inside. Soon she was lifting her hips, writhing on the bed, urging him for more, her body aching, wanting...
He continued teasing her, only just entering her and then withdrawing, until she was wet and open and almost delirious with desire. Moving in a rhythm that was as ancient as time.
She lifted her head and found his lips. He took her mouth, his tongue mimicking his delicious torture below. He slid deeper, and his tongue plundered, ruthlessly. He settled more heavily between her legs, and she felt the power and strength of him.
Then he thrust powerfully.
She cried out in surprise, his mouth capturing her strangled gasp.
He stilled above her, raining kisses all over her face. “The pain will dull in a few moments. Are you all right?” The concern was very evident in his voice and the worried green of his eyes. He tenderly stroked down her side and molded his hand to her hip.
The sharp pain lessened to a dull ache and she could feel him throbbing within her. She could not help but move. At the slight lift of her hips, he drew back, and gripping her hip, he pressed in again. There was no pain this time. He didn’t stop but drove on, all the way in, steadily pushing deep, stretching her, impaling her. She tried to remember to breathe at the sensation of him, hard and strong, embedded deep within her, filing her fuller than she’d imagined.
