had sent fire through her veins before, and kept steady pressure on it now as he spread her nether lips wider. A shudder wrung more moisture from her sex, no doubt easing the penetration of a second finger. He stretched her untried channel, but instead of discomfort, excitement weakened her limbs. She needed more.
She spread her knees farther and was rewarded as he quickened his movements, rubbing his thumb back and forth against her nub with each stroke of his fingers. Tingles radiated like shards of light from that spot to the tips of her toes. In sharp contrast, the bruising pressure of the knuckles of his other fingers pressed into the sensitive flesh of her legs at each deep thrust. She crushed her skirts, twisting the fabric beyond repair, but she was beyond caring.
Tension tightened her body even as her thighs quivered with the effort of remaining on her knees. When she shifted her hips, hoping to ease the building pressure, the next thrust of his fingers went deeper. Pleasure tightened her skin from her scalp to her toes. Surely she’d die from such ecstasy, but yet she chased his fingers for more.
He broke the kiss. “Lift your skirts higher. I want to watch.”
Heat flamed her cheeks. Watch what?
“Do you want me to stop?” His intimate caress ceased.
“No!” She forced her eyes open. His green eyes smoldered. Her chest tightened. “No. Please don’t stop.” She hung on the precipice of something and wanted him to push her over the edge.
She raised her skirts higher until her hands rested on her breasts. She gasped when she brushed her nipples, which were hard buds. A wave of pleasure rippled down her belly.
“Now, ride my fingers again.” The look in his eyes commanded her to obey, and a quiver shook her core.
She melted, her eyes drifting shut even while she spread her knees wider, taking his fingers deep inside her. She captured her lower lip between her teeth and shifted her hips again, chasing ecstasy. It was more exhilarating than riding to the hounds. He slid his thumb along that nub, electrifying the bundle of nerves to send lightning arcing throughout her body. His fingers moved in and out of her with the rocking of her hips. The elusive sensation built again, and she rode faster.
“That’s it, Belle. Take what you need.”
Take what she needed? But she didn’t know what that was. She only knew if she didn’t keep moving, she’d die, just as surely as she’d fly to pieces if she kept going. She clenched her jaw and quickened her pace. It was close, that flash of pleasure growing nearer, like the shore to a giant wave. She bit harder on her lip, the pain fueling her movements. Sweat slicked her thighs, or was it something more?
“So wet.” He shifted his hand and then a third finger slid inside her.
Stretched. She felt stretched impossibly wide, but the pressure fed her excitement.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her head fell back as ecstasy slammed through her as if the wave had hammered into the shore, releasing tremor after tremor to strike her core. Just when she was sure the end of the storm was near, he rubbed her nub and wrung fresh shudders from her body.
A small cry tore from her mouth. She gulped in air, but couldn’t catch her breath. Twice more he worked her flesh, drawing her pleasure out until her legs finally gave and she collapsed against him.
Long moments after the last shudder wracked her body, their harsh breathing echoed in the silence. He dropped a kiss on her forehead as he withdrew his hand, though her body was reluctant to yield him. Her internal muscles clasped him tight and she chased his fingers with her hips.
“Greedy wench.”
His deep laugh rumbled through her where she leaned against him. Desire thundered in her veins. The skin between her thighs pulsed, felt swollen and sore, but she wanted more, needed to die that little death at least once more…
She settled her hips against the throbbing length in his pants and rocked along it. The material
She spread her knees farther and was rewarded as he quickened his movements, rubbing his thumb back and forth against her nub with each stroke of his fingers. Tingles radiated like shards of light from that spot to the tips of her toes. In sharp contrast, the bruising pressure of the knuckles of his other fingers pressed into the sensitive flesh of her legs at each deep thrust. She crushed her skirts, twisting the fabric beyond repair, but she was beyond caring.
Tension tightened her body even as her thighs quivered with the effort of remaining on her knees. When she shifted her hips, hoping to ease the building pressure, the next thrust of his fingers went deeper. Pleasure tightened her skin from her scalp to her toes. Surely she’d die from such ecstasy, but yet she chased his fingers for more.
He broke the kiss. “Lift your skirts higher. I want to watch.”
Heat flamed her cheeks. Watch what?
“Do you want me to stop?” His intimate caress ceased.
“No!” She forced her eyes open. His green eyes smoldered. Her chest tightened. “No. Please don’t stop.” She hung on the precipice of something and wanted him to push her over the edge.
She raised her skirts higher until her hands rested on her breasts. She gasped when she brushed her nipples, which were hard buds. A wave of pleasure rippled down her belly.
“Now, ride my fingers again.” The look in his eyes commanded her to obey, and a quiver shook her core.
She melted, her eyes drifting shut even while she spread her knees wider, taking his fingers deep inside her. She captured her lower lip between her teeth and shifted her hips again, chasing ecstasy. It was more exhilarating than riding to the hounds. He slid his thumb along that nub, electrifying the bundle of nerves to send lightning arcing throughout her body. His fingers moved in and out of her with the rocking of her hips. The elusive sensation built again, and she rode faster.
“That’s it, Belle. Take what you need.”
Take what she needed? But she didn’t know what that was. She only knew if she didn’t keep moving, she’d die, just as surely as she’d fly to pieces if she kept going. She clenched her jaw and quickened her pace. It was close, that flash of pleasure growing nearer, like the shore to a giant wave. She bit harder on her lip, the pain fueling her movements. Sweat slicked her thighs, or was it something more?
“So wet.” He shifted his hand and then a third finger slid inside her.
Stretched. She felt stretched impossibly wide, but the pressure fed her excitement.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her head fell back as ecstasy slammed through her as if the wave had hammered into the shore, releasing tremor after tremor to strike her core. Just when she was sure the end of the storm was near, he rubbed her nub and wrung fresh shudders from her body.
A small cry tore from her mouth. She gulped in air, but couldn’t catch her breath. Twice more he worked her flesh, drawing her pleasure out until her legs finally gave and she collapsed against him.
Long moments after the last shudder wracked her body, their harsh breathing echoed in the silence. He dropped a kiss on her forehead as he withdrew his hand, though her body was reluctant to yield him. Her internal muscles clasped him tight and she chased his fingers with her hips.
“Greedy wench.”
His deep laugh rumbled through her where she leaned against him. Desire thundered in her veins. The skin between her thighs pulsed, felt swollen and sore, but she wanted more, needed to die that little death at least once more…
She settled her hips against the throbbing length in his pants and rocked along it. The material
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