He would never tell a soul about what happened in this room. He kissed her again as he walked her toward the large bed in the middle of the room.
“This dressing gown needs to go.”
Emma slid the robe off her with slow, deliberate movements, hoping she was giving him exactly what he wanted. As the dressing down pooled at her feet, his breath rushed out of him in a long hiss before his lips captured hers again.
Laying her down on the bed, she returned his ardent kisses. She savored the sensation of his warm skin on hers. His hard muscles pressed her again her, keeping her safe from the outside world as if it were just the two of them, and no one else mattered. As his lips moved down her neck, she shivered with anticipation. His manhood pressed against her thigh. While she knew the basics of the act, her mother had never told it how wonderful it felt to have a man kiss her breasts.
It was beyond wonderful.
As his tongue swiped her nipples, her hips pressed to his attempting to get even closer if that was possible. She felt his fingers between her thighs until he reached that spot that made her wild with desire. When his thumb rubbed her nub, she arched her back and moaned.
“You are driving me mad, Emma,” he whispered against her breast before moving his mouth to her nipple again.
“Yes,” she mumbled as desire shot through her. Her nerves hummed when he slid a finger deep inside her. “Please...”
“Please what?” he asked softly.
Surely he knew what she wanted, what she needed right now. “Please, Simon.”
He chuckled softly before moving over her. “Open your eyes, Emma.”
She did as he asked and stared into his blue eyes.
“I would never hurt you, Emma. Never.”
“I know.” She cupped his cheeks and drew him closer to kiss him softly. “I know you would not hurt me, Simon. I think I’ve always known that.”
Slowly he moved to her opening. She gasped at the sensation. He took his time, allowing her to adjust to him before sliding out and thrusting deeply into her.
“Ow!” she cried. Tears welled in her eyes. She had thought ladies with no tolerance for discomfort might have overstated the pain, but this did hurt.
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “The worst is over, and I won’t move until you are ready.”
“I’ll never be ready.”
“Yes, you will.” He skimmed his tongue down the shell of her ear. “And then pleasure. So much pleasure.”
She wanted to believe him, but her insides still ached.
“Focus on my tongue and what I am doing up here.” He kissed her softly, sweetly, until she had to respond.
As she kissed him back, the ache dulled, and all she felt was the fullness of him inside her. Slowly, her inner muscles relaxed, and curiosity overcame her. “What happens next?”
He slid his shaft gradually as if testing her pain. “How does that feel?”
“Different,” she admitted. She wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Good different?”
“I think it does,” she said when he moved again.
Simon groaned as he slid out further before gliding back into her warmth. She was killing him. All he wanted to do was thrust into her softness, watch her desire grow until she reached her climax. This slow pace might be the death of him. He was far too close to the edge already. What was it about this woman that brought out a protectiveness he’d never felt before?
“Is there more?” she asked shyly. “You’re not hurting me any longer.”
“Yes.” He showed her how to wrap her legs around him, allowing him to deepen his entry into her. Gradually, he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts until she moaned with pleasure. He slipped his thumb over her mound with his control nearing the limit, hoping to increase her passion.
Hearing her little mews of passion, he knew she was close. He lunged deeply into her again until he felt the tremor start deep inside her. Her inner muscles tightened against him as she arched her back and cried out in pleasure. He gave in to the lust driving him mad. Closing his eyes as his climax overwhelmed, he shouted her name as he came deep inside her moist warmth.
Nothing would ever be the same between them. He knew that even if she didn’t comprehend it yet. No man would ever touch her, save him. This slight woman who had caused him nothing but trouble had done the impossible. Somehow, she’d reached a heart he