He seemed to have no sense of urgency, despite the fact he was caressing her so blatantly. Henriqua returned his long, languorous kisses with greed, moaning at the way he was torturing her with that delicious play of his touch against her folds, fingertips moving with slick ease against her abundantly damp flesh.
“You’re making me crazy.” She might have spoken in Spanish. She’d lost track.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last. I want you really, really close.” He bit her bottom lip, holding her paralyzed with that erotic warning of pain while he gave her such exquisite pleasure.
She withstood it as long as she could, so aroused, yet held on the precipice by his slow, light, touch. She dragged her mouth free of his.
He hitched his pants down off his hips and caressed her again, this time with the tip of his erection. Then he was pressing against her entrance. Kissing her again.
She moved her hands over his back, restless and nervous and wanting this to be good, but not sure if it would hurt—
“Oh!” There he was, entering her body with his own. She felt pinched and stretched and uniquely full. Deeply, deeply connected to him as he stared into her eyes.
He frowned. “Hurt?” he murmured, coming out of his passionate daze.
“Not as much as I thought it would.”
“You’re a virgin?”
She smiled as knowledge sank into her as easily as he had. Her knees bent on instinct to hug his ribs, and her ankles crossed behind his back while she draped her arms across his broad shoulders, pulling him the final inch into her depths.
“Not anymore.” She arched, basking in this new world he’d revealed to her.
“You should have told me,” he admonished with a light nip on her chin. “Tell me if it hurts.” He began to move, dragging her out of the sweet, tender closeness back into the fire.
This was why sex was so popular, she realized in a stunned, final thought, before she was fully overtaken by the act. Sensation bombarded her as he thrust and withdrew, inciting her to cling to each stroke of pleasure until the intensity became impossible to withstand. Yet he continued stoking it. Provoking her to cling and lift her hips for his thrusts and moan so loud she sounded feral.
But he was groaning as though each powerful penetration and retreat caused the same intense reverberation of acute pleasure to rock him as was gripping her.
They were both sweating. As his hips took on a more rapid tempo, she slapped her arms flat on their blanket and let the storm rise up and take her. Gave herself over to the grip of his hands on her hips, the crisis that arrived in a rushing swell that tore cries of release from her lips. Pulsing waves rocked her as he continued to move in her, the experience so satisfying she never wanted it to end.
But he suddenly withdrew and his arms crushed her while his whole body convulsed atop her. His wild cry was sexy and agonized, thrilling her with the knowledge she had given him as much pleasure as he’d given her.
She touched her lips to his salty neck where his artery pulsed rapidly against her tongue, certain she had found her soul mate.
“My grandmother is worried you were an agent here to arrest me,” Ben muttered, pocketing his phone and jerking her out of her glorious memory. “I told her as much as I had to, to keep her from coming up here.” He gestured at the pages on the coffee table. “This is useless. You realize that, don’t you?”
She swallowed back a helpless sob. Earning back his trust had been a long shot, but this entire exercise, right up to trying to find her baby a safe haven, was fast becoming utterly futile.
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