“More,” she whispered, even as her hand reached down to circle his erection. Ambrose almost went up in flames. His body shuddered, and fire raced up his cock.
“May I touch you there?”
“You ask me that now?” He groaned into her creamy skin. He thought he heard her chuckle. “Don’t ever bloody stop.”
“What happens if I kiss it?”
“You don’t.”
OrI will bloody die.
“I want to kiss you there.”
“No.” He barely managed that one word.
“Please.”
He looked up from lavishing her breasts, planning on kissing her to distraction and away from her current train of thought, but he made the mistake of meeting her gaze.
Her eyes sparkled at him. With mischief. With humor. With bloody determination.
He never stood a chance. He rolled onto his back and took her with him. She giggled in response. Shutting his eyes, he knew he should have just shoved into her right at the start because this, this was pure torture. He could feel her breath on his cock, hovering, looking,and notkissing him.
When it came, the touch of soft lips delicately brushing against the tip of his erection, he swore. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
“Have you ever been kissed here before?”
A strangled “no” lodged in his throat.
She kissed him again, and this time her tongue left a trail of blazing heat. Blood surged through his body. The breath slammed out of him. He was dying.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before you,” he admitted.
She stilled. The loss of her was almost too much to bear. Why had he opened his bloody mouth?
He was about to reach for her, eyes fixed on her mouth, when she lowered her lips again, this time more boldly. And she did not stop. She drove him wild, her tongue dragging up the length of him, and her soft lips covering him with kisses. He was wrong. He wasn’t dying before.Thisis what dying felt like. He could take no more.
Lifting her beneath her arms, he rolled her over and nudged her legs apart with his knee.
She protested, laughing. “I wasn’t done!”
“No more,” he growled.
“Did you not like it?” she asked sweetly.
“I bloody loved it, but I want to be inside you, and if you hadn’t stopped, I’d have shamed us both.”
She wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her throat, her lips, her shoulder; his mouth was everywhere as he pushed inside of her. She pulled him closer still, running her hands up and down his back.
He began to thrust into her then, slowly at first, until his body was no longer his own and his hips rocked at an unrelenting pace. It wasn’t long before she arched beneath him and cried out his name. His own release followed seconds after.
His breathing slowed long before the rapid pace of his heart. The knowledge that his wife would forever be his obsession beat hard against the wall of his chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Willow leaned over her husband, drawing soft circles over the rope of muscle on his abdomen. His eyes were closed, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. From what she could see, a pink blush suffused her entire body, likely right up to her untidy mess of hair, which she was certain resembled a pigeon’s nest.
He had never kissed another woman before her.
