sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice rumbling in her ear.
“I want that fire,” she replied, her lips against him, savoring the texture and clean smell of his skin.
She was aware of his tension. Please don’t deny me this time. I’m your wife, your very virginal wife. She pulled the nightdress over her head as Jack turned on the lamp. They stared at each other and she could see the desire blazing in his eyes as he lowered his gaze to her breasts.
Drawing the sheet further from her, he seemed to drink his fill of her naked body. Under his gaze, her nipples hardened and her breasts swelled in anticipation of his lovemaking. Jack’s hand reached out and began to caress her, dwelling on her waist and the flare of her hip. He moved closer and slid his hand between her thighs, resting there, not moving.
She responded and stroked his strong jaw line and traced the outline of his sensual mouth. She wanted that mouth on her breasts, sucking and licking her. She wanted him so badly.
As if he had read her mind, he bent his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. She gasped as the sensation spiraled through her body to her very core. Almost as if he sensed her every emotion, Jack drew her breast deep into his hot mouth and suckled her…hard. She held his dark head to her as she fought to breathe, her passion overtaking any other thought.
She didn’t know how to tell him what she wanted, but he knew. He slid down her body and pushed her thighs apart placing his mouth on her sex, his tongue moving on the sensitive nub.
“Jack. Oh, Jack.” Whether she cried out or not, she didn’t care as she was overcome with the sensation of her orgasm. She grasped his head as his tongue continued to caress her pulsating sex until her trembling had stopped.
He kissed his way up her stomach and stopped to once again suckle her breasts then looked into her eyes. “You are unbelievably responsive,” he grinned, his delight obvious.
She covered his face in a flurry of kisses. “I want you inside me, Jack.” Moving her hips, she felt his arousal pressing against her stomach.
“Shall I use protection?”
She shook her head. “I want your baby,” she whispered and was gratified at the look of satisfaction on his face.
His finger inside her gently massaged her already sensitive nub and she jerked involuntarily against him, not believing she could experience such longing. “I need you, Jack,” she encouraged and he moved over her. She grasped his sex, guiding it into her and tensed at his great size.
“Am I hurting you?” He hesitated but she immediately pushed against him, the brief stab of pain ending her virginal state forever.
“No. I love it,” she said, making Jack laugh.
“You are beautiful, my princess,” he murmured, suddenly serious as he pushed again and then again until he had fully entered her. He waited for a moment then began smooth, rhythmic thrusts into her welcoming warmth.
She couldn’t answer. She had to be in heaven, she thought, concentrating on the wonderment of Jack as her muscles stretched to accommodate him. No one had ever told her making love would be like this. It was the sun and moon and stars rolled into one.
She caught his rhythm, moving with him and urging him on. His hands cupped her bottom pulling her tightly into him as he thrust harder and faster, his breath coming in great gasps. She arched again as her climax took hold, and clung to his shoulders, sobbing as waves of ecstasy flowed over her.
“Ah, Lara!” His shout echoed as he came seconds later, filling her with his seed. She held his shaking body, loving the feel of his sweat-slicked skin and the sound of his heart hammering against hers.
“I’m almost speechless,” she said as she slowly recovered in his arms.
He pulled her closer. “I’ve waited so long for you. I think we may have made six babies just then.”
She laughed with the pure joy of his lovemaking. “You are certainly a very physical man, Jack Lucas,” she replied.
“You’d better believe it. And now we have broken the ice, so to speak, I shall want you at least a dozen times a day.”
“Even though you don’t love me?” There. She’d said those dreaded words. She had to spoil everything. She hadn’t meant to—she couldn’t help herself.
“You don’t love me either, do you?” came the smooth response.