Page 146 of Wisteria and Cloves
Christopher chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?" But his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with the same methodical care he brought to everything else.
I watched, mesmerized, as he shed the rest of his clothing. When he was finally as bare as I was, I couldn't help but stare. He was magnificent—all lean muscle and masculine grace, his arousal evident and impressive. The sight of him made my mouth go dry and my core clench with renewed need.
"Now we're even," he said, settling back between my thighs. His hands skimmed up my legs, thumbs tracing patterns on my inner thighs that made me shiver. "Though I have to say, you're much more beautiful than I am."
"I disagree," I whispered, reaching up to trace the line of his collarbone. "You're perfect."
Christopher caught my hand, pressing it flat against his chest where his heart raced beneath my palm. "Feel that? That's what you do to me, wildflower. Every time you look at me, every time you smile, every time you trust me with something precious."
The raw honesty in his voice made me smile, “I love you.”
Christopher's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the glow of the bedside lamp. "I love you too, Lilianna. More than I ever thought possible."
He leaned down to capture my lips again, this kiss slower, deeper, pouring every ounce of emotion into the connection between us. I melted into him, my hands exploring the warm expanse of his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingertips as he moved above me, “What would you like me to do to you, wildflower?"
The question made me flush, but I met his gaze steadily. "Everything," I whispered. "I want you to do everything to me."
Christopher's eyes flashed with something primal at my words. "Everything is a very broad request," he murmured, his fingers trailing up my side to cup my breast. "I might need you to be more specific."
I shivered at his touch, my body responding to his touch with an eagerness that still amazed me. "I want you inside me," I said, my voice growing stronger with each word. "I want to feel you moving against me, claiming me. I want you to make me yours completely."
His breath caught, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gray remained. "Such a wicked mouth," he murmured, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "Who taught you to talk like that?"
"You did," I replied honestly. "All of you. You taught me I could ask for what I want."
Christopher groaned, the sound rough and desperate. "You're going to be the death of me," he said, positioning himself at my entrance. "Are you sure you're ready for me? Miles was thorough knowing him, but I don't want to hurt you."
I reached up to cup his face, drawing him down for a gentle kiss. "I'm sure," I whispered against his lips. "I trust you completely."
Christopher's eyes closed briefly, as if savoring my words, before he looked at me again with such tenderness it made my chest ache. "So good for me," he muttered, his voice rough with restraint. The first press of him against me made me gasp, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He was larger than Miles, and the sensation was intense—not painful, but overwhelming in the best way. Christopher paused, his breathing labored as he gave me time to adjust.
"Breathe," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my jaw. "You're doing so well." I focused on his voice, on the gentle touch of his lips against my skin, and felt my body begin to relax around him.
"More," I whispered, my hips shifting restlessly beneath him. Christopher's restraint snapped at my plea. With a fluid motion, he sank deeper, filling me completely in one smooth thrust that pulled a cry from my lips. His eyes never left mine, watching every flicker of emotion across my face as he began to move.
"Perfect," he groaned, his rhythm steady and deliberate. "So tight around me, so perfect for me."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer, deeper with each thrust. The angle changed, hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. My nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built within me, more intense than before.
"That's it," Christopher encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Take what you need from me."
His hands slid beneath me, and I gave a yelp as he changed our position before it turned into a loud moan. He was laying on his back now as I straddled him, my hands braced against his chest for balance. The new position sent him even deeper, and I gasped at the sensation of fullness, of being so completely connected to him.
"Ride me," Christopher commanded softly, his hands gripping my hips to guide my movements. "Show me how much you want this."
I began to move, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as I found a rhythm that made us both groan. The control was intoxicating—being able to set the pace, to watch his face contort with pleasure as I moved above him. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, tracing the curve of my waist, anchoring me to him as I lost myself in the sensation.
"So beautiful," he breathed, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as I moved. "My perfect wildflower, taking me so deep, so perfectly." His voice was strained, almost reverent as his hands gripped my hips harder, guiding my movements with increasing urgency.
The praise washed over me like warm honey, making me bold. I leaned forward, changing the angle so that each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me. Christopher's eyes darkened as he watched me chase my pleasure, his teeth catching his lower lip in a way that made my heart stutter.
"That's it," he encouraged, one hand sliding between us to where we were joined, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Show me how good it feels."
The dual sensations—him filling me completely while his fingers worked their magic—pushed me toward the edge faster than I expected. My movements became erratic, my breathing ragged as tension coiled tighter within me.
"Christopher," I gasped, my voice breaking on his name.
“Not yet," he growled, suddenly flipping our positions again so I was beneath him once more. The display of strength made me whimper with need as he pinned my hands above my head, his body covering mine completely. "I want to feel you come around me, but not until I say so."
