to the floor, then backed away enough to stare down at her bare breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”
When he started to dip his head and take one taut tip in his mouth, she stopped him.
“Wait.” Color rose in her cheeks and embarrassment threatened to dampen her desire. “Don’t suck them. It… it might make my milk come.”
“Right.” Then his lips were on hers again, making her forget everything but the way he made her feel.
And ohhhhhh the things he made her feel.
Lisa lifted a leg and wrapped it around him, rubbing her core against the long, hard ridge in his pants.
Taelon responded with a groan. Lowering both hands to her ass, he lifted her so she could wrap both legs around him.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He carried her to the bed, every step creating delicious friction.
Lisa didn’t know if it was hormones or just Taelon himself, but she was already so close to coming she could practically scream.
He lowered her to the edge of the bed, pushed her back to lie on it with her legs dangling off the edge of the high mattress. A quick yank ripped the panties right off her.
“That’s so hot,” she murmured, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.
Then he bent, slipped her shoes off, drew her legs over his shoulders, and lowered his face to her center.
Lisa cried out at the first brush of his tongue on her clit. Throwing her hands out to the side, she fisted the covers and held on tight as he licked and stroked the little bundle of nerves, nipping and sucking and driving her wild.
He slid a long finger inside her. “You’re so wet for me,” he growled. “So tight.”
Even that—his voice, deeper and rough with desire—thrilled her.
He slid a second finger inside her, stroking her in tandem with the licks and nips and sucks on the most sensitive part of her.
Unable to bear any more, she threw her head back and screamed his name as ecstasy crashed through her.
Taelon damn near climaxed himself when Lisa tensed beneath his onslaught and screamed his name. The muscles of her warm, wet sheath clenched and unclenched around his fingers. He continued to stroke her, extending her release until she collapsed, every muscle relaxing.
While she fought to calm her breathing, he straightened and kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks.
When he reached for the waistband of his pants, Lisa sat up and brushed his hands aside.
Taelon stared down at her as she unbuttoned the material. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. Her skin was flushed from pleasure, her lips full from his kisses. Her damp hair was delightfully disheveled, and her eyes…
Her eyes were full of love as they met his.
She drew the zipper down, freeing his hard length.
The pants dropped to his ankles. Taelon quickly kicked them away, then moaned when she closed her small hands around him.
“You’re so big,” she murmured.
He clenched his hands into fists as she drew a thumb around and over the tip, collecting the bead of moisture that emerged.
She drew one finger along the sensitive ridges that ran along to top of his shaft. “I think this is going to feel really good when you’re inside me.”
“I want to be inside you right now,” he told her, his voice guttural with need.
“I want that, too.” Scooting back on the bed until her head reached the pillows, she parted her thighs.
Taelon didn’t hesitate to cover her small, slender body with his own.
Again she eagerly took him in hand and guided his hard length to her entrance. “Just go slow,” she murmured. “You’re really big.”
He nodded. “Let me know if I hurt you.” Seth had assured him Lisa was fully recovered from childbirth, but Taelon wanted to make doubly certain he didn’t hurt her.
He slowly pushed forward into her. An inch. Two. She was so tight. So small. Felt so good. He withdrew, then pressed deeper, his gaze on her lovely face.
She bent her knees, braced her feet against the mattress, and tilted her hips more to try to ease his passage.
He withdrew, then pressed deeper. Withdrew and pressed deeper.
She bit her lip.
He stilled. “Too much?” He had not yet fully seated himself inside her. Every muscle was wound tight from restraining his desire to drive into her.
She shook her head. “I was right. Those ridges feel really good. Keep going.”
He did, forcing patience when he thought he had none and easing a little deeper with each thrust until he was finally, finally buried to the hilt. “Still good?”
“Very good,” she purred.