“Um –”
He settled on top of me.
“I don’t like this scent,” he grunted, a hand gliding up my side. “It reminds me of the you that you used to be. Change it.”
“Uh, okey dokey,” I whispered and shivered.
“Put your hands on me,” he commanded, his knee pressing between my legs.
Oh my!
“Um, okey dokey,” I whispered again and slid my hands up his arms and around his shoulders.
God, he felt good. He smelled good too.
Sandalwood.
“You smell good.” I was whispering but he didn’t respond.
He watched as his hand moved in, over my ribs, it started up, I held my breath then it changed directions and trailed down my belly.
My breath came out in a rush and then it came fast, uneven and heavy.
I wanted him. Now. God, I suddenly ached with it.
He didn’t even have to kiss me.
“Tor,” I breathed, his eyes came to mine and they were burning.
I started panting.
“If you’re not wet, right now, I’ll know,” he growled, his voice deeper, rough, husky.
“You’ll know wh… what?” I stammered.
His fingers slid inside my panties, gliding right through the heat of me.
My neck arched, my back arched and my arms clutched his shoulders.
“Gods,” he groaned, pressing his hard c**k against my thigh. “Sodden.”
The fingers of one of my hands slid into his hair and I pressed into his hand between my legs as I tilted my chin down and tried to focus on him.
“I need you,” I breathed.
His eyes flamed. “Right now?”
I nodded. “Right now.”
He needed no more coaxing. He rolled slightly to the side and gone were my panties. Then he rolled back, I opened my legs as he did and his h*ps fell through. I lifted my knees, his hands at my h*ps lifted them, his mouth came to mine, not for a kiss but it felt more intimate having his heavy, warm breaths mingling with mine and then I felt the tip of him.
Then he drove inside.
Oh my God.
Magical.
I clutched him closer and arched my back again, whispering, “Yes.”