closed as she replied, “God, yes. So much.”
He grinned at her forceful reply, then got up onto the bench, straddling her legs on either side. She kept her hand on his cock, continuing to rub, only less urgently.
It was an uncomfortable position, and he knew his knees would pay for it later, but he didn’t care. She had asked him so nicely, after all. How could he deny her?
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered as he moved her hand to his waist. “And hold on.”
She followed his direction, putting her other hand on the other side of his waist, holding him tightly as she bit her lip.
“Are you anxious?” he asked. He would stop, even if it was agony, if she was in any way unsure. “We can stop if you want.”
She shook her head. “No, I want this. I want you.”
He growled, taking himself in hand as he nudged the tip of his cock to her entrance. She moaned, and he began to press in, bit by bit, holding his breath as he worked himself inside.
She was so tight, but she was so wet it eased the way in. And then he was fully seated, her hands holding his waist tightly, one of his hands gripping the back of the bench, the other hand at her hip, holding her.
“I’m going to move. Is that all right?” he asked.
She gave a vigorous nod.
And then he withdrew halfway, feeling the slick heat of her, his cock as hard as it had ever been, pushing back inside slowly, clenching his jaw to force himself not to push too hard.
She slid her hand around his back to clutch his arse, pressing him in tighter.
“How does it feel?” he asked, barely able to manage the words.
“Good,” she said, looking down at where they were joined.
He followed her gaze, watching as the plump head of his cock moved in and out of her, the skirts of her gown draped around her waist, the only sound in the room the sound of the soft friction between their bodies.
He began to move faster and more forcefully, sliding his way back and forth, her channel gripping his length.
He put his fingers on her clitoris, rubbing gently as he thrust, rewarded by her moan as she began to shift under him.
He’d never brought a woman to climax while riding her—he would have thought it impossible, but now she was gasping, her fingers gripping his arse as if to dare him to try to stop.
“God, please, please,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. She looked dazed, and he likely looked the same—he had never felt this much pleasure in his life, and he hadn’t even climaxed yet.
He rode faster, thrusting in and out as he kept his rhythm on her nub, his breath growing shorter as the climax built, making his balls tighten and his entire body feel as though it were on fire.
She flung her head back and tightened even more around his cock, pulsing as she climaxed.
If he wasn’t on the verge of climax himself, he would take a moment to be exceedingly proud of his efforts.
He withdrew just as he came, spilling onto the bench, giving a hoarse cry that echoed around the gazebo.
Sated, he sagged against her, his whole body completely relaxed, every nerve ending awash in a wave of pleasure.
They remained there for a minute or two. Nash didn’t think he would ever want to move again.
She patted him on the arse. “Uh—I’m getting a cramp. Do you mind—?”
He shifted quickly off her, standing up and putting himself back in his trousers.
She looked up at him, a wryly satisfied look on her face. “Well. You’ve certainly taught me a lesson.”
He barked in surprised laughter. Of all the things to say directly afterward, he had not expected that.
“There’s so much more I want to teach you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her softly on the lips.
Because if there were more lessons, then there would be more time for them to spend together.
Perhaps enough time for him to figure out the words he needed to say to persuade her to be with him always.
Because—because goddamn it, he loved her. Even though it terrified him. Even though all those good reasons not to get too attached to her were still good reasons.
But he had no idea how to say it.
He’d have to show her.
Chapter Eighteen
Ana Maria wriggled in her seat, trying to get sensation back into her legs.
Wondering if her legs would buckle under