One Night On The Virgin's Terms - Melanie Milburne Page 0,37

probably should, given our situation.’

Ivy frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

His eyes went back and forth between each of hers and then drifted to her mouth. He drew in a deep breath and gave a half-smile that looked a little forced. He brushed her hair back from her face, his eyes dark and unreadable. ‘Is one night going to be enough for you?’

Ivy licked her suddenly dry lips and aimed her gaze at his chin. ‘That’s what we agreed, right? Those are your rules and I’m fine with that.’ Was she, though? A niggling doubt wormed its way into her mind. The exquisite pleasure he’d made her feel so far had made her hungry, ravenous, greedy for more. How was one measly little night going to satisfy her?

He lifted her chin with his finger and meshed his gaze with hers. ‘Yeah, that’s what we agreed. One night and one night only.’

Ivy pulled his head back down to hers. ‘Then we’d better get on with it.’

He covered her mouth in a kiss that spoke of desperate passion only just held in check. His tongue flickered against hers, erotically mimicking the full possession of her body she craved so much. Ivy moved against him, silently urging him to assuage the throbbing ache of desire in her flesh. One of his legs hitched over hers, the sexy tangle of their limbs arousing in itself.

‘I want you so much.’ He groaned the words against her mouth, his body hot and hard against her.

‘Me too.’ Ivy could barely speak for the rapacious hunger vibrating in her body.

Louis brought himself to her entrance, nudging her with his tip but not going any further. ‘If you don’t feel comfortable at any point, let me know.’

‘Okay.’

His first thrust was shallow and gentle, but Ivy was too impatient to wait and lifted her hips to receive him, her hands going to his taut buttocks to urge him on. He gave an agonised groan and went a little deeper, the slickness of her body welcoming him. He stilled his movements, his breathing hectic. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Don’t stop. Please keep going.’ Her body was on fire, flickers and, flames and fizzing sensations travelling throughout her pelvis and down the backs of her legs.

Louis continued to thrust, but she sensed he was holding himself back out of consideration for her. But her body was enjoying every inch of his powerful length and was crying out for more. She gripped him harder by the buttocks and lifted her hips to meet each downward thrust. He sucked in a harsh breath and his rhythm increased, the thrusts becoming deeper and faster, sending her senses reeling. Her body wrapped tight around him, his intimate invasion not quite enough to send her over the edge into the abyss. But then he began to caress her with his fingers, giving her the extra friction she needed to soar. She threw her head back and gasped out sobbing cries of release, her body shaking, quivering, thrashing with the sheer force rocketing through her.

Ivy was still suffering the aftershocks when Louis found his own release and she held him through it, enjoying the way his body tensed and then finally broke free from the restraints he’d put on it. There was something so deeply primal about his groans and almost savage about his orgasm. It thrilled her that she had brought him so undone by her touch, her body, her caresses.

Louis rolled away, disposed of the condom and then lay back and flung an arm across his eyes, his chest still heaving. ‘Dear God in heaven...’

Ivy propped herself up on one elbow by his side, her hand stroking down his chest. ‘Was it good for you?’ She couldn’t quite remove the note of uncertainty in her voice.

He turned his head her way and smiled a lopsided smile, and something in her chest turned over. He covered her hand with his, anchoring on the thud-thud-thud of his heart. ‘Better than good—amazing.’

She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. ‘Thanks for making it so special for me.’

He tucked a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear, his gaze locked on hers. ‘I didn’t hurt you?’

She smiled and tiptoed her fingers across his toned pectoral muscles. ‘Not a bit. I read somewhere that the only way you can tell if a woman is a virgin is if she tells you and you believe her. All that stuff about broken and bleeding hymens is a bit of a myth. Most