Page 30 of Second Time Around
“I’m losing my grip on gentleman and regressing to caveman.” He brought his hand back to his side, although it was curled into a fist.
She shifted her exploration to his arm, following the line of muscle from his shoulder, over his biceps, to his forearm. He must work out regularly. His well-defined abs caught her eye so she trailed her fingers over them, following the line of blond hair down his center to his waist.
“Finally,” he rasped.
Just to bother him, she skimmed her hand back up his chest to stroke his cheek. He groaned and let his head fall backward, the tendons of his neck standing out as he fought his frustration.
She smiled at her ability to affect him, and went back to his belt. Unbuckling the leather tab, she noticed that the brown fabric of the belt had a pattern of knives, forks, and spoons woven into it, a subtle reminder that he hadn’t followed the path his parents had chosen for him. As soon as she had run the zipper of his khakis down, he shoved his trousers to his ankles, ripping them and his socks off before straightening to stand in his black silk boxer briefs, tented by his straining cock.
His powerful thighs and calves glistened with blond hair, and she stooped to glide her hands over the swells and indents above his knees. She looked up to see his chest rising and falling in an accelerated rhythm.
“Turn around,” she said.
A sound that was very primitive indeed tore from his throat, but he obeyed, pivoting on one bare heel. He put his hands on his hips and bent his head, making his triceps bulge outward.
“Ooh, this is amazing,” she said, following the straight line of his spine down to his tight butt and cupping it briefly through the silk before letting her palms flutter over all the hills and valleys of his back.
Her nipples had hardened already, and the dampness between her legs grew hotter and more liquid. She wound her arms around his waist, pulling herself against the expanse of sculpted muscle and tendon. Pinpoints of sensation streaked from her breasts to her core and she moaned.
The sound seemed to break his control because he turned like a striking snake in her arms, reaching around to run her zipper down the back of her dress. He pushed the peach-colored fabric down her arms, over her hips, and to the floor. For a moment his gaze drifted over her lacy bra and bikini panties. Then he stripped both flimsy pieces of lingerie off her, hurling them across the cabin.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “More so even than I remembered.”
“You remember?” She stepped into him, closing her eyes as her bare skin came in contact with his, the wanting inside her flaming like a bonfire. She leaned into him to feel her breasts crushed against the living wall of his chest.
“I fought hard against the damned alcohol.” He wound his arm around her waist and splayed his hand over her buttock. “You felt so right in my arms because we knew each other in other ways first.” He put his lips against hers. “Now we’ll know each other in all ways.”
His hands were everywhere, stroking, kneading, cupping. She seized his shoulders and held on as he built her longing to a fever pitch, arching into him and begging with incoherent sounds. He walked her backward and lowered her onto the bed before he came down on one knee beside her thigh. She lifted her hips in an invitation, and he slid hishand between her thighs to rub his thumb against her clit. She mewed with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.
“Inside me,” she said.
He slipped one finger into the wet heat of her, making her muscles ripple in near orgasm.
“Another,” she begged, needing to be filled.
He pulled out and used the moisture on his finger to glide over her clit before easing two fingers inside her, and she felt herself open farther.
“Yes!”
As she rocked with him, he worked his fingers in and out, driving her arousal higher and higher. Her eyes were closed, her focus on the fire low in her body, so it shocked her when she felt the warm, wet touch of his lips on one nipple, making her cry out and grab at his head to hold it there. He sucked at her breast, and lightning seemed to ricochet through her until it coiled in her belly.
His mouth pulling on her and his fingers sliding in and out of her had her teetering on the verge of climax, but she wanted him to come with her the first time they made love.
“Will, stop!”
He released her nipple and withdrew his hand from between her legs, his eyes clouded with concern as he bent over her. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no ... God, no! I want you inside me when I come.” She fumbled at the waistband of his briefs, but her angle and his erection made it hard to yank them down. Will brushed her hands aside and had the briefs off in an instant. He picked up one of the condoms he’d dropped on the bed earlier and ripped open the foil envelope.
“Let me,” Kyra said, wanting to touch him. She took the condom but then stroked her fingers down the hard length of his cock without it. She glanced up to see his gaze on her fingers where they encircled him, so she rubbed her thumb against the head where it was wet.
“Kyra,” he breathed. “Yes, that.”
She stroked him twice more, feeling the pulse of him under her hand.
“The condom,” he said in a strangled voice. “Now.”
She rolled it on and then he tumbled her back on the bed, his hips wedged between her thighs, the tip of him poised just outside her. He positioned himself, then laced his fingers between hers and pinned their hands to the bed on either side of her head.
