Page 45 of Romancing the Heiress
“That’s what happens when I’m terribly aroused. It’s a, um, a precursor to what will come later when I have my release. And when you come again.”
“I will?”
“I’m going to do everything I can to make that happen.” He sucked in a breath. “I can’t last long, so we’d best move on. Scoot forward to the edge of the table and put your legs around my—”
She was already doing it because it seemed the right and natural thing. His cock pressed against her sex, and she rubbed herself over him.
“God, Leah, if you don’t stop, I’m going to spend myself in an embarrassingly short time, and I’ve promised to make you orgasm again.” He gripped her hip, stilling her movements. “Behave.”
Giving him a saucy stare, she wriggled her backside and pressed into him. “I don’t think you really want me to. When are you putting your cock in me? I am quite desperate for it.”
Grunting, he took her mouth in a blistering kiss as he placed his hand over hers once more and together, they guided him into her wet sheath. She stretched around him, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable. He seemed to know this and moved slowly.
Lifting his head, he put his cheek against hers. “Relax if you can. Let your body soften.”
It was more difficult than it sounded. Every muscle and nerve was wound tight, both from arousal and the new experience he was giving her. Still, she tried, willing herself to melt into the table.
“That’s it,” he whispered. He pushed the rest of the way in, filling her completely. It was an odd sensation. She closed her eyes and clasped him to her, thinking this was the very best moment of her life, having him as a part of her.
“I’m going to move now.” He continued going slowly, his hips pulling back before carefully driving forward once more.
He reached between them and caressed her breast, pulling gently on her nipple before cupping her again. She had relaxed, her body becoming accustomed to his touch and his presence within her. It was ready for more.
Instinctively, she locked her ankles behind him and dug her feet into his backside, urging him to go a little faster. He knew what she meant and quickened his pace to a steady pulse. The friction began to build, and her sex responded. Pleasure curled and expanded within her. She gripped his back, and he moved one hand to her backside, holding her steady as he thrust harder and deeper.
Leah’s body quivered as she barreled toward the edge again. Phin increased his speed, each stroke bringing her closer to ecstasy. He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking his cock. She sucked him into her mouth, unable to get enough of him.
He cupped the back of her neck as he plundered her body. Her hips moved in a frenzy now, eager for that second release. He brought his hand around from her backside and pressed the nub of her sex. Her muscles clenched, and light flashed behind her eyes.
The result was a cacophony of pleasure. She whimpered and cried out, making noises she couldn’t even describe as wave after wave of sensation enveloped her. She’d raced past the edge and was now flailing in a void where there was nothing but Phin and this ecstasy he’d given her.
His body shuddered as he tore his mouth from hers. He grunted loud and long, then repeated her name while driving into her with relentless strokes.
She felt him stiffen, and he pulled away from her so that she had to unlock her ankles. He didn’t move too far, so she continued to caress his bare back.
After his breathing began to slow, he ducked away and found his cravat, which he used to tidy himself. Then he returned to her and kissed her cheek, smiling. “This is not what I would have planned for our first time together.”
Love swelled in Leah’s chest, more than she’d ever felt before. She put her hand to his cheek and smiled back at him. “It was perfect.”
Phin tucked a loose hair—she had to look a fright—behind her ear. “I wonder why we didn’t do this before, actually, that we didn’t see each other in this way when we were younger.”
Leah’s insides twisted. She could just nod and go along, but she couldn’t. Her love for him was too strong, and this had been a night of truth telling. “I have always seen you this way—well, notquitethis way. I’ve loved you since the day you kissed me in the castle folly. I didn’t really understand what that meant until years later.”
His eyes widened. “All this time and you never said anything?”
Lifting a shoulder, she lowered her hand from his face and rested it on the table beside her hip. “What could I have said? I didn’t think you returned the sentiment. We were friends, and that was enough for me.”
“But—” He hesitated, his eyes darkening with a mix of emotions. “When you left, you still didn’t say anything.”
“Again, what should I have said? ‘I love you, Phin,’ and then what?”
“I…I don’t know. I might have tried harder to convince you to stay.”
“In what capacity? You didn’t love me. Rather, youdon’tlove me. I don’t blame you for not returning my feelings. I never expected you to.” But it would have been nice. As beautiful and joyous as this had been for her, the pain of losing him after such a momentous event began to creep in.
No, she wouldn’t let it. This was beyond her expectations, and she would relish it for the rest of her life.
He frowned, then his features softened, and he moved his hand to her nape, holding her as he looked into her eyes. “Actually, Idolove you. I probably have for some time and just didn’t see it.”
