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He laughed. “Like you did at Beaumont Tower? If that’s the case, then I gladly give myself over to you.” He narrowed his eyes and kissed her fast but deep. “But not tonight. Tonight you’re mine, and I’m going to show you how much.”
Chapter 13
Diana shiveredat the promise in his seductive gaze. He’d made her a bit nervous a moment before. After everything she’d been raised to believe about sex, it was easy to succumb to apprehension. But all he’d taught her so far had been so wonderful, each experience better than the one before. She had to believe this wouldn’t be any different.
And if it was, well, she’d come too far to turn back now.
Simon kissed her again and any potential discomfort or disappointment fled her mind. She didn’t think she’d ever grow tired of kissing him. Each one was different. Soft and sweet. Hard and demanding. Lush and provocative. This one was a combination of everything, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as his lips played over hers.
His fingers stroked her sex, reawakening the pulsing desire she’d vanquished just a short time ago. She loved the feel of him on top of her, their flesh pressed together, as intimate as two people could be.
His cock nudged between her thighs.
Perhaps notquiteas intimate as two people could be.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “You can touch me, if you like.”
Yes, she liked. She ran her hands over his shoulders and back, loving the feel of his smooth skin, then moved lower, caressing the curve of his backside. It seemed an outrageous thing to do, forbidden almost, but it was tame, really, when she thought of the other things she’d already done.
“I meant my cock.” His hips pressed against hers, settling his erection firmly along her sex. The sensation of him there sparked a desperate need, not just the release of an orgasm, but the sensation of being filled. As he’d done with his fingers.
She slid her hand around his hip and reached between them until she found his shaft. Closing her hand around the base, she looked up into his eyes. His face was taut, his eyes dark as sin. “Like this?” she asked.
“Just like that.” His voice was hard and raspy, arousing all on its own, which seemed ridiculous.
She stroked him once, slowly, then again and again. He moaned before kissing her once more. Then his hand was around hers, guiding his cock to her opening.
“Open your thighs a bit more,” he whispered against her lips.
She did as he bade and felt him slide slowly into her. He hesitated, raising his mouth from hers. “Please tell me if anything hurts or if you want me to stop.”
She couldn’t imagine either of those things happening. It felt as though she were being stretched, but not unpleasantly so. Then his thumb pressed against her clitoris, and ecstasy began to build.
He slid farther inside and that sensation of being filled, of wanting more took over. Instinctively she raised her hips then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his thighs.
“God, Diana. How do you…” He didn’t finish his question as he sank himself deep inside. It wasn’t painful, but yes, there was a bit of discomfort—the feeling of being stretched intensified as her body worked to become accustomed to him.
“Are you all right?” His voice was strained, as ifhewere in pain.
“Yes, are you?”
A short, sharp laugh escaped his mouth. “Yes. I’m going to move now, Diana. I need to. I’m going to try to go slow, but God, you feel so good. I don’t know if I’ll be able to help myself.”
“From doing what?”
“Fucking you senseless.” He kissed her again. “My apologies, that was rather crude. But when a man is buried inside his wife and she’s as stunning and seductive as you, there is nothing he wants to do more than lose himself in sexual bliss.”
“Then by all means, do so.” She squeezed his backside and ran her tongue along his lower lip. “Come for me, Simon.Comefor me.”
He cupped her neck and kissed her, his tongue spearing into her mouth as his cock did the same to her sex. He began to move his hips, thrusting in and out. The discomfort began to fade, and once more, the pleasure began to grow.
He broke the kiss. “Move your legs higher. To my waist.”
She did and was rewarded with him driving even deeper into her. The discomfort returned for a few strokes, but again she grew used to the sensation, and again the pleasure returned.
“Diana. My God.” His groans filled the room, and his movements sharpened, his cock filling her with delicious precision.
She rose to meet him, wanting the pressure of him against her and inside her. It was the most astonishing feeling as she reached for another climax to carry her away.
