Page 40 of A Kiss Of Lies

“Are you ready for more? Do you want more?” His voice was husky and deep.

“Yes. Oh yes.”

She felt him part her feminine folds, and then a finger probed the entrance to her body. He bent and kissed her thigh, sending delicious shivers up her spine. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered against her skin.

Then she could feel him inside her. His finger gently entering her wet heat made her breath flee her chest altogether. His finger was set to tease, first withdrawing a fraction before returning, and then he seemed to press even deeper. At his gentle but firm ministrations, the rush of sensations sent spasms shivering over her body, and a low moan escaped from her lips.

At her encouragement, one finger became two. “Can you feel your body’s response to me? You like it, don’t you? I knew you would,” Christian stated with satisfaction. “Relax, enjoy, and let it happen.”

Let what happen—an orgasm? She’d never had one in her life. The rollicking sensations he was igniting in her blood thrilled her.

His thumb found the small nub of her sex and he rolled it back and forth, using the moisture from her arousal to glide purposefully over the intimate heart of her.

Her body was swamped with feelings. Sarah arched and gave a harsh cry.

Christian murmured in approval. “Touch yourself. Your breasts are tingling, your nipples are hard. Feel them. Take pleasure in your body’s arousal.”

She refused to feel scandalized by his words. She gave herself over to him and his sensual skills. She tentatively reached up and ran her fingers lightly over her breasts. The peaks throbbed, her nipples were taut, but it was the ache low in her body that gave her an exquisite agony.

Her breaths were coming in little panting gasps and Christian rose on one arm over her and took her nipple in his hot, wet mouth. Her hips lifted completely off the bed, so high she felt his rampant erection.

She got an urgent need to feel him too. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers tentatively around his rigid length. He was like velvet granite in her hands, smooth yet scalding hot. She moved her hand further down and cupped him. His sacs were taut and hard, fit to burst. She molded and lightly squeezed them, as he’d done to her breasts. Then she let her fingers play, running up the length of his shaft to tease the slick slit at the top. He groaned against her breast.

Lifting his head, he looked deep into her eyes. “Grip me tighter. Move your hand on me in time to my fingers within your body.”

At her first glide up and down his hardened length, he took her mouth in a drugging kiss. His tongue slid deep into her mouth, mimicking the urgent thrusts he was making with his fingers. She tightened her hold on him and moved her hand in a rapidly increasing rhythm.

Soon he was moving his hips in time to her sliding hands, and she matched him, moving her hips just as frantically. She could feel something happening within her body, primal and addictive, calling out to every fiber of her being.

Her whole body was a mass of shudders. Her mouth broke away from his, desperate for air. She felt hot, weak, and yet all powerful at the same time. “Oh, God . . . !”

“Don’t fight it, let it come,” Christian encouraged her, his voice hoarse and almost desperate against her mouth.

She could feel his fingers probing more insistently, felt his arousal seeping onto the hand with which she pleasured him, and when his thumb once more caressed her slick, hardened nub, flames fanned over her body. She was straining for something, “Please . . . Christian . . . ,” she heard herself scream.

Finally something scorching and frenzied broke over her, and she shook and shuddered as hot bursts of indescribable pleasure jerked her body taut. A firestorm of sensations saw her flying above herself, her back arched, her body pushing against Christian’s hand, caught in the bursting inferno of shattering release.

Through a vibrant haze of color, she heard Christian give a deep, gravelly groan before his mouth once again took hers in a searing kiss. Then his hips flexed and his hot seed jerked from his body onto her still convulsing stomach.

He collapsed beside her, his ragged breaths matching her own.

Her mind was blank. She couldn’t process the feelings rioting within her chest. Never had she imagined how exquisite intimacy with a man could be. Pippa had tried to tell her, to describe the exhilarating joy and sense of satiation she would feel with the right man.

She turned her head to look at Christian. He was watching her with a look of satisfied triumph. He reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Are you all right?”

She blinked and tried to hold back the welling tears. She had never felt so good. She could barely get out the words. “It was lovely. I really wasn’t sure I’d enjoy it, but . . .”

He raised her hand and placed a loving kiss on her palm. Then he rose and, grabbing a cloth, walked to her basin and wetted it before returning and gently cleaning his seed off her body. Then he lay next to her, pulling her tight into his arms, spooning her in front of him and stroking his very talented fingers over her curves.

“Was it what you had imagined?”

She shook her head. “No. It was more. It was as if my body wanted to escape my skin. I was flying. . . .”

He smiled tenderly. “Does that mean you’re not opposed to more? Lovemaking can be even hotter, even more explosive.”

Her mouth curved in a rueful smile. “I don’t see how, but I trust you to introduce me to more.”

At her words, Christian groaned and nipped her shoulder. “I’d like nothing better than to stay here all night and show you how much better passion can get, but I don’t want to overwhelm you on the first night.” He pulled away and pressed a kiss to her back. “It’s not every day a woman experiences her first orgasm.”

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