reached up to cup her breast, and her breath caught in her throat with a tiny moan of longing. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered reverently, wrapping his arms around her to undo the clasp of her bra and exposing her completely to his hungry stare. Her nipples were dark, the tips protruding like glorious peaks from perfectly shaped mounds, and his lips went to them of their own accord, tasting her with his tongue before sucking her fullness into the depths of his mouth.
Her back arched and her legs trembled. There was no going back. The hardness of her nipple against the roof of his mouth felt like it was meant to be there, his tongue and jaw knowing how to caress her without ever having been told. She writhed beneath him, her hips insistent against his as her breath came in little spurts and gasps.
Moving higher, he kissed along her neck until he was eye to eye with her. His cock was so engorged, even the friction of the change in position was threatening his control. He’d never been with a woman, having long since decided to wait for this one. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. Bracing his weight on his elbow, he reached down with his other hand and undid his belt. She held up a hand. “Wait.” Disappointment crested over him, but he worked to keep his expression the same as she struggled to sit up and turned back to look at him. “Lie on your back,” she whispered.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
He did as she asked, aware of the hard ridge of his penis tenting his pants as her stare moved down to see it. Then her hands were on him, carefully unzipping his fly and releasing his erection. He thought again of his need for a condom and wondered if his brother might have one he could use. But he was angry with Ben for the role he’d played in his parents’ death and was equally sure Ben would try to talk him out of making love to Davina.
He would pull out. His cock twitched with eager desperation, the thought of being inside her driving him insane as she lightly grazed his length before fisting her fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezing him tightly. He cursed under his breath and she quickly let him go. She suddenly looked scared.
He touched her arm. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
She nodded, reaching for his pants and pushing them down his body, then carefully removing his socks. She took off her open blouse, dropping it to the floor, then the bra that dangled from her arms before moving to the waistband of her skirt.
“I want to do it.” His voice was a growl, barely recognizable to his own ears. He wanted to undress her, needed to be the first man to take off the garments that hid her from view. His hands slipped beneath the fabric to cup her bare hips, taking her skirt and panties down in one movement, caressing her thighs and calves. His face was close to her mound, and he sniffed the heavily perfumed air at the apex of her thighs, his erection bouncing with his need to have her.
Davina was perfect, every curve of her body, the satiny feel of her skin, the way she pulled him on top of her despite her obvious fear. He needed to get lost in her, but he also needed this to be good for her, his inexperience telling him only to go as slowly as he could muster. He kissed her lips reverently, and she opened to him, taking him in her mouth as the head of his swollen cock pressed at the entrance to her body.
She was slick, and the first inch or two slipped inside with ease, the sensation of her enveloping heat better than any he’d ever known. But she tensed up beneath him, and he instinctively retreated, drawing his attention back to her mouth, her breasts, her waist as she once again pressed her hips against him. Gripping the base of his cock, he guided himself back into her tight channel. This time, she didn’t resist when he pressed farther inside.
He gasped with pleasure, desperate to thrust himself fully into her body. He lifted his head, his stare melding with hers in complete understanding. She wanted him no matter what that meant, be it pleasure or pain, fear or reckless abandon. He withdrew and thrust deeper