Desire soared, passion exploded, and hunger roared.
Heat spread, insistent and demanding. Their hands raced over each other, assured now, knowing and confident. Every touch, every passionate caress only drove the flames higher.
In a flurry of need, they stripped away their clothes, blindly flinging garments away or letting them fall to the polished floor.
Then they were naked, skin to heated skin, and hunger swelled to ravenous heights.
He hoisted her in his arms, and eagerly, greedily, she wrapped her slender thighs about his hips, wriggled her lush bottom, now clasped in his hands, and as he positioned the head of his turgid erection at her entrance, she drew her lips from his and, eyes closed, concentration in her face, pressed down and took him in.
Smoothly, steadily, he filled her, thrusting deep to penetrate that last critical inch.
Finally!
They both exhaled, breaths tight, almost quivering with expectation as she leaned close and settled, then she clamped her inner muscles about his length.
His lungs locked. Overwhelmed by sensation, for a finite instant he couldn’t breathe, then instinct took over, and he lifted her. She eased her hold on him, then claimed him anew as he filled her again.
They settled into a rhythm they now knew well, one of retreat and return, of swelling heat and rising, mindless, driving passion.
Soon, all they knew was the building, blinding urgency to race to completion.
To be one.
To attain the nirvana of intimacy.
With her arms draped over his shoulders, Addie clung to him. Her thighs and hips rhythmically shifting in time with his urging, increasingly desperately, she moved her torso against his, glorying in the heat and the delicious friction. The tight peaks of her breasts were on fire, and the fullness inside her, the molten heat pooling low and spreading, held her awareness in complete and utter subjugation.
He’d introduced her to this position the previous night, when she’d insisted that they shouldn’t waste another opportunity for her to expand her horizons, but he’d been concerned over the bruises still decorating her back and side.
This had been his solution, and she’d embraced it wholeheartedly.
Enthusiastically.
Yet, as it always seemed in this sphere, she wanted more.
More of him, more of the delicious pleasure.
Her breath was already coming in soft gasps. Her lips were hungry and swollen. Determined on securing her “more,” with her lids simply too heavy to raise, blindly, she found his lips with hers and, with complete and utter devotion to her cause, plunged them both into a searing kiss, one of rapacious demand.
He responded instantly, as she’d known he would.
He angled his head and, with lips and tongue and an experience she still lacked, wrested control of the kiss from her and, ruthlessly deploying said experience, turned the exchange into a fiery clash that consumed every iota of her awareness. Demanding, commanding, through the kiss, he seized her senses and drove her into ever more mindless wanting.
When, desperate, she broke from the kiss to drag in some air, she discovered that he’d walked them to the side of the bed. With her in his arms, he turned and, before she realized what he intended, toppled backward to land on his back on the thick coverlet.
On a smothered shriek, she rode him down, instinctively splaying her hands on his chest and tightening her body around the intrusion of his.
She landed atop him, her knees buried in the bed on either side of his hips, her calves flanking his thighs. Her hips slammed down across his, and he closed his eyes on a groan.
They hadn’t tried this before. Poised over him, her hands spread on his chest for balance, she straightened her arms and slowly sat up, sat back, glorying again in the feeling of him inside her, filling her, alive and throbbing at her core.
She looked at his face. His expression appeared faintly pained.
“How does this work?” seemed her most pertinent question. She was surprised to hear her voice so sultry, so breathless.
Experimentally, she shifted her hips slightly side to side, and his chest rose as he drew in a deep yet tense breath.
She caught the glint of brilliant caramel-brown beneath the fringe of his lashes.
