With her lips and tongue, she spoke to him—all of him—and lured. She moved against him in innocent seduction, her tightly peaked breasts pressing into his chest, with only a thin layer of silk gauze separating skin from skin.
He responded and reached for her, angled his head, and took the lead in the kiss, in the raging, out-of-control incitement to plunder.
He took her mouth and sent his hands to claim her body. Savoring each curve, exploring every hollow.
Soon, her chemise, garters, and stockings were gone, and her skin felt like silk beneath his palms.
Ridding himself of his trousers, shoes, and socks was the work of seconds, then together, they fell on the bed.
They both had long legs, which tangled and slid against each other’s as they rolled and explored, and hunger rose and demanded its due.
By unvoiced agreement, they did their best to stave off the inevitable long enough to satisfy their mutual craving to know and be known. To trace and lick and savor all that gave delight, every tactile pleasure.
But the flames were unstoppable, the pressure to race to completion undeniable, and when, gasping, she tugged him over her, he surrendered to the relentless drive.
He sheathed himself in her, and she caught her breath, clamping hard about him, but almost immediately, her instinctive reaction faded. From beneath heavy lids, she caught his gaze, then deliberately, with a challenge he couldn’t mistake, she moved suggestively beneath him.
It was his turn to have his lungs seize, then the whirlpool of sensations—of her luscious body clasping his erection, of her soft silken flesh sliding against his harder frame—crashed through him, and he responded to her invitation, withdrew and thrust in again, and rode her.
The age-old dance caught them up and swept them away, and although she was a novice, the moves came easily, naturally—perfectly.
Melissa clung to sanity, awash on a sea of sensation. Her body rocked beneath his in a rhythm it seemed to instinctively know, while the tactile sensations welled and swelled and all but overloaded her mind.
Glorious.
She now understood the whispers, the eagerness of ladies who had indulged, like Mandy and her married friends.
She’d known the theory, of course, but the practice was so much more. So much more alluring, appealing, and altogether consuming.
She gave herself up to it—drank in every moment, every sensation—and luxuriated in a feeling that in this, through this, she’d somehow attained a freedom she hadn’t known was there to be claimed.
The passion, the heat, the hunger all built, driven even more relentlessly by their joining.
The compulsion to cling, to hold tight and fly, to reach and strive drove her on, and he was with her every step of the way. A tension she’d never known before coiled deep in her belly, ratcheting tighter with every powerful thrust, every flex of his long body over hers.
Then something sparked deep inside, and sensation intensified, spread and grew, then gripped hard and abruptly released—and she felt as if she flew.
Her senses broke apart, disintegrated, and she lost touch with the world.
He gave a low groan, and she sensed him joining her as his body went rigid in her arms.
They hung there, in that altered state of being, and whether for seconds or minutes, she couldn’t tell.
But they were together, fused and joined in a way that seemed to reach to their souls.
That forged them into the perfect match so many were sure they were.
Her lips lightly curved at the thought.
The flames faded, and all tension gone, he slumped upon her, and she held him in her arms, glorying in the sense of closeness.
Of intimacy as it was meant to be.
She closed her eyes and savored.
Some time later, Julian managed to summon sufficient wit and strength to relieve Melissa of his weight. He grunted softly, disengaged, and lifted from her.
They disentangled themselves, then reoriented themselves on the bed, and he lifted the covers over them, and they settled.
