He looked into her eyes. “Don’t take me inside you, just slide against me and find your rhythm.”
“But you . . . ”
“And don’t worry about me.” He grinned, making him look younger and so unlike a vampire. “I’m going to enjoy this just as much as I hope you will.”
When she felt his hands on her hips, she allowed him to guide her into the first movement, lowering herself so her sex slid against his erect shaft. Her wetness coated his cock, making her glide smoothly along it.
Oliver’s head fell back against the headrest. “Fuck!” he cursed, closing his eyes.
Encouraged by his reaction, she repeated the same movement. Up and down she moved, watching his face as he clenched his jaw and the cords in his neck bulged as if he were in pain. But she knew he wasn’t in pain. He was trying to hold back. For her. So that she could find release. Would another man be this selfless, or would he simply have sex with her, not caring if she achieved an orgasm or not?
Ursula felt how her body took on its own unconscious rhythm, how she moved without thinking of it, as if something inside her had taken over the lead. With every stroke, his erection dragged against her sensitive clit. Tendrils of pleasure reached for her, vibrations hummed through her body, and flames started dancing on her skin, turning her hot. Her long hair, falling over her back, caressed her naked skin, the touch as delicate as if somebody were teasing her with a feather. And all the while, Oliver moaned out his pleasure, a sound that penetrated the walls of her heart.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, his hands stroking her breasts, his fingers playing with her hardened nipples, only adding to the lust that coursed through her body.
Needing more friction, Ursula reached for his hard-on and pressed it firmer against her flesh as she continued to slide against him. A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her.
“Oh, yes . . . that’s it . . . that’s it,” she coached herself.
Oliver’s hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her head to him. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Then he captured her mouth and seared her lips with a kiss. His tongue speared into her as he tilted his head and sought a deeper connection. Without hesitation she responded to him and allowed her mind to let go of everything. Nothing mattered right now except the man whose lips were fused to hers. His taste was drugging, his body tantalizing. And beneath her palm, his shaft was pulsing, indicating his need to take her.
On the next upward stroke, she sensed a heat wave slam into her out of nowhere. Then her entire body felt like floating. She let herself fall and felt the waves of her orgasm crash into her. Her heart stopped, and her breath deserted her.
As she rode out the waves that battered her body, Oliver released her lips and smiled at her, his hand combing through her hair. “See,” he whispered. “I knew you could do it.”
Ursula slung her arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Thank you.”
His hand slid to her lower back. “I was happy to help.”
She felt his cock twitch against her tender sex, reminding her that he was still hard.
“Would it be ok . . . ” he started and drew his head back to look at her, before his eyes dropped down toward his erection. “I won’t need long. I’m close to coming.”
“You won’t need long?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, I promise. I know your body is exhausted right now. Thirty seconds tops,” he said, his voice almost apologetic.
She had to smile and tipped his chin up with her hand. After all he’d done for her, he wanted to short-change himself? Not if she could help it! “That’s a shame, because I’d love to feel you inside me longer than just thirty seconds. But if that’s all you can do . . . ”
He squared his shoulders, raising himself up from his slouching position. “No! That’s not what I meant. I could do it in thirty seconds if you needed me to be quick, but if you don’t . . . Baby, I can hold out for as long as you want me to.” A devastatingly handsome grin spread over his face. “And maybe this time we can come together?”