Still pumping, he flicked his tongue over her clit, once, twice, and as more moisture coated his fingers, he hooked them inside of her, pressing the tips against that special sensitive spot.
"Din," she groaned. "I'm so close."
Thank the merciful Fates.
He closed his lips over her clit and sucked.
As Fenella erupted, throwing her head back, she screamed something incoherent that might have been a Scottish curse, and as an outpour of wetness coated his tongue, he licked and sucked like a male possessed.
His shaft was desperate to replace his fingers, but he wanted to wrest every last drop of Fenella's first climax of the day before he started working on the second.
Helping her ride out her climax, he gently pumped in and out of her until her shudders subsided.
When her body stopped quaking and she pushed on his head, he knew she was ready for the next stage of the game.
"Din," Fenella said his name almost lovingly. "I need you inside of me right now."
"My sweet Fenella." He planted a soft kiss to her swollen folds before forcing himself to relinquish his bounty, just long enough to get naked like she'd asked him to do before they'd even started.
Fenella eyed his erection with hunger in her eyes. "This looks yummy, but right now there is only one place I want it in and it's not in my mouth."
And to think that she'd been bashful about making love with sunshine in the room.
He ran the crown over her drenched folds until it was covered in her juices and then pushed it inside of her, just a fraction, even though he could have rammed into her with one powerful thrust, and she would have been perfectly okay with that.
He wanted to savor this in the same way he wanted to savor every time they made love. Even a thousand years from now.
Fenella was too exquisite to rush.
Leaning over her, he rested his elbow beside her head and kissed her gently, tenderly, while pushing a little more.
When he finally let go of her mouth, she gave him one of her teasing smiles, gripped his bottom, and arched up, taking him all the way inside of her.
"That's better." Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Now move."
"So very bossy." He pushed one hand under her bottom, angling her up before retreating and surging back inside her with a powerful thrust.
"Yes," she hissed and opened her eyes. "More."
Rising on straightened arms, Din pulled almost all the way out and surged back again, watching where they were joined.
She moaned when he withdrew again, and then cried out when he drove inside her, repeating that curse she'd uttered before.
Once more, he withdrew and drove back inside, elation sweeping through him as Fenella lifted to meet his thrusts.
"Yes, love, just like that." He gradually increased the tempo, all along gazing into her eyes, making sure she was right there with him for the ride.
