Page 92 of One True Love (Love Mark 1)

She sucked in a breath and shook her head. “You didn’t. I just… It’s just that… It felt like more than I could handle.”

With a nod of understanding, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you trust me?”

Looking up into my eyes, she stared at me solemnly before whispering, “Yes.”

“Good. Then lie back down, my lady. I’ll show you just how much you can handle.” When she did, slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, I smiled slowly. “Now open for me.”

Her eyes widened, but when I set my palms on her knees and moved them apart, spreading her before me, she let me, watching me take in all the treasures I exposed.

Nodding, she gulped in an audible breath, even as she repeated, “I trust you.”

“You should. I’d die before ever hurting you.” Then I pressed my mouth back to the spot where I’d left off on the inside of her thigh.

This time, she let out a sigh of pleasure. As I worked my way up her leg, she didn’t stop me, but her muscles tensed. When I was inches from my goal, her fingers found my hair and latched on. I covered them with my own hand, reassuring her as best I could, and then…then I lapped at the tangy nectar that seeped from between her legs.

God, she was already wet for me, her flavor strong and intense. I moaned from the experience while she gasped and bowed up her hips sharply against my mouth. My tongue dove deeper between fleshy folds, flicking over the muscled nub I found inside.

“Oh, mother of all mercy,” she shrieked, clenching my hair tight, tugging even harder as her hips strained against my mouth.

Then I slowed things down, stroking the area completely with the flat of my tongue in long, languid strokes. She moaned low, undulating against me. My cock was so hard in my trousers, I squeezed my eyes closed to focus more on her. And just when she accustomed herself to my rhythm, I changed it up with a couple more short teasing tongue-flicks before sucking hard on her clit and thrusting a finger inside her.

“Oh my God!” she yelped. “Urban. Urban.” My name was fast and seeking, quick jabs of sound from her lips. She thrashed her head back and forth, chanting, “No. No. You can’t. What’re you—Oh… My… God…Yes.”

The orgasm was potent. It came like the sea that watched us, crashing violently against the walls of her womanhood, flooding her channel and invading her with a wet wash of power. It was a thing of beauty. And tasting all that against my tongue was an honor I’d never forget.

When she finished, like a tired tide drifting sleepily back out to sea, she sighed and went lax under me.

I took a moment to lap up the last of her juices before lifting my face and watching her set her arm over her eyes and begin to laugh.

“Oh my God,” she admitted in a somewhat bashful voice. “That was… That was…”

“You liked?” I asked smugly, certain she had. Untying the laces on my trousers, I watched her bite her lip and remove her arm from her eyes so she could meet my gaze. Before she could answer, though, her attention fell to where I was pulling myself from the opening of my pants.

I wrapped my hand around the base and pulled the skin in tight so the length of my cock could jut out proudly for her perusal. When she took too long studying me, I slowly began to stroke myself until a drop of precum beaded from the tip.

This must’ve found favor with her because she licked her lips hungrily and opened her legs for me, all of her own accord this time, before shifting her gaze up to my eyes.

I smiled and crawled over her until I was staring down into her face. Bracing myself with one hand in the grass by her cheek, I lined up my erection with her moist opening. Her lips parted and she breathed deeply, waiting for me to continue.

She was so goddamn beautiful it made my chest hurt.

“I think I understand now why I wanted you to keep your rational thought in my dream,” I said.

Her lashes fluttered as her gaze moved down my throat and chest before she looked up into my face again, her eyes dazed with spent lust. Then she shook her head slightly, not quite recovered from her orgasm, I think. “What?”

I twined our fingers together and pressed my forehead to hers. “I wanted you to accept me not only with your body, but with your mind. I wanted you to want this—want me—in every way. Just like I want you in every way.”

Her gaze held mine steady as she whispered, “I do.” Then she kissed me, her mouth opening and tongue coiling with mine. Breaking away with a gasp, she gripped my hair and rasped, “I do, Urban. I want you. In too many ways. Just please… Finish it.”

I pushed inside her, granting her wish.

She cried out, surging up to meet me. Silken wet heat enveloped me in the most intimate of hugs, and I groaned before slanting my mouth across hers and kissing her hungrily.

“Vienne.” I couldn’t stop moving, burying myself over and over again in her heaven. “Are you…? Is this…?”

“Yes!” she gasped, accepting me deeper, holding me tighter, kissing me harder. “Yes!”

It was more than I could take. Hiding my face in the nook of her neck where the scent of her hair coated my face, like thick golden sunshine, I emptied into her, mashing my hips to hers and filling myself with a joy that transcended joy. She clenched around me, gasping through her own pleasure as her body contracted around mine. We came in shocking waves, rolling over and over again, tumbling into each other, merging in only the way lovers can.

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