He reached for his own cup and killed the chocolate as if it were a shot of whiskey.
Now.
“I want to see you naked.”
The rawness of his tone thrilled her, made her shake. The desire was mutual. She wanted to see him naked, so much that she couldn’t decide if she should undress herself, or him.
Actually, who cared? All that mattered was that they got out of their clothes. She maneuvered astride his thighs and looped both arms around his neck, kissing him with all the fire she felt, and that was the only encouragement he needed.
Dizzy under his fierce kisses, she felt his hands moving everywhere, over her breasts, unfastening her jeans, delving into her underwear and between her legs. She gasped as a big finger pushed into her, whimpered when he added a second one. She rose to her knees, driven by the penetration, lashed by the surge and shock of pleasure. Oh God, oh God, it had been so long and never like this before anyway. She’d never before felt so exquisitely, painfully aroused as if she might come before he was even inside her. She didn’t want that, she wanted the whole experience, she wanted his weight on her and his thrusts and . . . everything. She wanted everything.
She sat back and pulled at the buttons on his shirt; he tugged hers over her head. They rolled over on the mattress; she pushed her jeans down, then found herself flat on her back before she could get them off. He leaned over her, his bare shoulders gleaming in the firelight. “I have nine condoms,” he said, his tone rough. “Total. After they’re gone, you have a decision to make.”
Send him away, he meant, or risk pregnancy. Her heart leaped at the idea of having his baby. No, she didn’t have a decision to make; she knew what she wanted but perhaps now wasn’t the time to tell him. Just because she wanted something didn’t mean she should have it. There were two of them who had to make that decision. For now, she had this, and for now this was enough. She stroked her hands over his chest and shoulders, up to cup his jaw and rub her thumb over his lips, then stretched up to kiss him.
He didn’t wait to have a discussion about the matter; he’d stated a fact, and that was that. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and hers, took a condom from his coat pocket and rolled it on, then pushed her legs apart and moved over her.
Sela caught her breath, glorying in his heavy weight, the hardness of his body pressing down on her. His breathing was ragged, but he held himself still on top of her. “I’m going too fast,” he muttered. “You aren’t ready—”
Her breath sighed out of her. “Yes, I am,” she whispered. “Hurry.” She gripped his hips with her thighs, lifted herself up to him. She clung to him as he reached between them and opened the folds between her legs, pushed his thick penis at her, and slowly sank inside.
She caught her breath as a multitude of sensations overwhelmed her. There was his taste in her mouth, the rough texture of his hairy chest on her breasts, his hips on the inside of her thighs, the sharp sting of being stretched, the pressure inside as he moved deep. She was drowned in him, taken even as she took. She gasped again, her own hips instinctively lifting to take more of him in, and her gasp became a thin, breathless cry. She wanted to feel his balls; she reached down, managed to palm them, then stroked her finger around the base of his penis. He grunted and gave a short, hard shove, another, and another. Her hand was in the way and she released him, dug her fingers into his ribs as she held on and ground herself against him.
The act was breathtakingly carnal. He was carnal, and for the first time in her life she felt carnal, sexual, basic, and free. He drew back and looked down at her, their gazes meeting. Looking into his eyes while their bodies were joined was the most sensual, overwhelming moment of her life. Sharp waves of sensation tightened her inner muscles, strengthened, centered. A cry, female and primal, broke free. She began coming, legs and arms locked around him, her back arched, head tilted back and more of those wild cries filling the dark, quiet room.