Page 57 of A Second Chance for Carys
James stilled and, to her delight, closed his mouth over her nipple again, licking it, teasing it, sucking it as deep as it would go into his mouth. She started to circle her hips and it was too much. There was no stopping the sensations unfurling through her body.
She was blooming, just like that plant reviving under gentle rain she had once likened herself to.
Her core started to spasm in time with the suckling, her muscles clamped over the length buried inside her, starting a pulsing that seemed to come from the very depth of her soul. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, quiet, intimate, and oh so delicious. She had not suspected she could ever reached her peak without feeling her lover move but here she was, being ripped apart by pleasure.
“Yessss.” The word was one, long moan of ecstasy. What was he doing to her?
“Christ, Carys, you feel so good. I want more,” James whispered against her breast. “I want all of you. Now.”
“Take what you need. Now.”
She wanted to feel him move. She wanted to soar again.
And then she wantedhimto do the same.
He withdrew, then slowly, inch by inch, he filled her again. Dear God, it had been too long since she had felt a man surge inside her, too long since she had wantedthisman to fill her, for her not to be overwhelmed. The tryst by the beach, scandalous, satisfying as it had been, had not been the same. Nothing compared to feeling your body tighten around your lover’s member, to having his heat inside you.
This possession was nothing like her husband’s had been, less hurried, more intimate, less familiar, more forbidden, all new and wonderful. Overwhelming. James seemed to think the same thing. Poised above her, he was trembling.
“Are you all right?” She closed her arms around him protectively. He had stopped moving and she thought she knew what the issue might be.
“I have not…Not since…”
Her heart bled for him, because she understood what he was unable to say. He meant he’d not been able to let himself go, to experience his pleasure to the full since his sons’ deaths, too worried about the consequences of getting a woman with child.
“I know, but you can with me, remember? You can let go. I’ll be with you all the way.” She stroked his back, still strong and smooth, if perhaps not as firm as it would have been years ago. “It is as if we had been made for one another. With me, what you fear won’t happen. We can share our lives, our woes, our hopes, our pleasure together.”
“Aye.”
Surrounded by Carys’ words and comforting warmth, James could feel his doubts melt away, his body heat up, his life become brighter. He gave a tentative thrust, then another, more forceful. She moaned and arched her back. He’d already felt her spasm around him in a languorous, slow release but she needed more. As did he. He could feel the tension building in his veins, the effort it took him not to surrender to his need to pound into her. Because as soon as he increased the rhythm, he would erupt.
Could he let go? Yes, perhaps with her, he could.
“Carys.” Her name was little more than a plea.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m here with you. Don’t be afraid of your pleasure. Let it come.” Her hands at his buttocks, she held him tight, keeping him sheathed deep inside her warmth. “Please, James, I need more, I need you.”
The plea broke through the last of his resistance. This was not about him, but about Carys and what she deserved to have. She was not a virgin, she was not new to pleasure, she wanted this, she deserved the best he could give her. If she needed him, she would have him.
Draping one of her legs around his waist to allow for deeper penetration, he started to pump his hips. All the while he looked deep into her eyes, increasing the connection between them. With anyone else such raw intimacy would have felt uncomfortable. With the woman who had saved him from a miserable fate and even death, it just felt right. He was about to give her what he’d never thought to give anyone else in his life.
She smiled at him—and it started. A boiling at the base of his spine. A need for release. There would be no stopping it now, and for the first time in two decades, he didn’t want to stop it. All the air left his lungs. He reared up.
“Holy fuck, I’m…”
The rest of the sentence was covered by Carys’ own cry of release. To feel him trusting her, allowing himself to possess herwithout worrying about the possible consequences had sent her over the edge. The speed with which she reached her second peak told him it had been too long since she had felt her body erupt around her lover. And the moment was too beautiful for him not to follow her into the abyss.
“Stay with me,” she rasped, feeling the force of his thrusts increase. Inside her, she meant, until the end.
“Yes.” The word was little more than a gasp.
He collapsed, felled by a release so powerful he had no choice but to surrender to it. At the last moment he rolled off her, careful not to crush her under his weight.
James waited for the inevitable moment of panic. It never came. Instead, peace invaded him. He’d made it. Never again would he be afraid, because the woman in his arms was the only woman he would bed from now on.
He took her hand in his, and kissed the palm softly, gratitude and love swelling in his chest.
“Iwillstay with you, Carys. Always.”
