Lord & Master by Emma Holly Page B

craved a repeat of the paroxysm he’d given me, I found touching him very rewarding. His reactions provided me an education I discovered I wanted to acquire.
    Finally, when his little gasps had grown sharper and closer together, he caught my wrist and stopped me.
    “Don’t you want to finish?” My words were breathless. Watching him take pleasure from my caresses excited me.
    “I want to finish,” he said in a voice so deep it made me shudder. “I simply want to do it inside you.”
    “That way is better?”
    His eyes crinkled. “It is more intimate. Any way that pleases the parties concerned is good. Also, it will formalize our union.”
    “It will hurt me,” I said, knowing this but prepared to accept it.
    “Hopefully not too much. And only the first time. Because I let you excite me with your hand, I’m not likely to take long.”
    Did I relish that idea? On the surface, it sounded considerate, but my pussy truly ached. In that moment, having him moving back and forth in there, as he’d put it, seemed highly desirable.
    “Suppose I want you in there a little while, even if I’m uncomfortable?”
    His laugh was soft. “You’re a bargainer, aren’t you? Let’s see how it goes once you’ve taken me.”
    “Could you do it now?”
    He laughed again and kissed me. That was nice. Very nice. I wrapped my arms around him, answering his kisses with gusto. I could tell he liked that, and I was glad to be getting the hang of this. Even as I congratulated myself, his big body shifted, his fingers parting the swollen folds where I had grown wet. I jerked when the tip of his cock touched me. His mouth released mine so he could look at me.
    His soul seemed to burn out at me.
    “You have no idea,” he said, “what a gift this is to me.”
    My eyes stung. He didn’t seem a stranger then at all. Some deeper part of me knew him.
    “I would give you anything,” I said impetuously. In that moment, I meant it.
    His hand had guided his cock to me. His fingers petted me in that personal spot before sliding around my hip. He gripped the meat of one bottom cheek.
    “I’m claiming you,” he said solemnly. “You are the true wife of my body.”
    He pushed. My nails dug into his sides as I felt a small snap inside. I gasped but he clenched his teeth kept going.
    When he was all the way in, he stopped. He stroked the damp hair from my forehead. “Are you all right?”
    He was inside me, hot and thick and pulsing like a heart.
    “I think so,” I said.
    “Let’s see if you feel better if I bring you off with my hand.”
    Bringing me off turned out to be the same thing as finishing me. Despite the tenderness inside me, the paroxysm felt even better than the first time.
    He uttered a breathless curse as my pussy clenched around him.
    “I’d like to move now,” he said.
    I felt so delicious I’d forgotten about him. His face was flushed, little glitters of perspiration standing out on his skin. I found the sight exciting.
    “I think I’d like that,” I said shyly.
    He kissed me once and tightened his hold on me.
    I realized how hard his cock was as he drew it back out of me.
    He didn’t pull it out all the way. Instead, when only the head was clasped within me, he pushed back in and groaned.
    The second time he did it, my back arched with pleasure.
    Oh yes , I thought, my legs unwittingly pulling him closer.
    “ Yes ,” he said, echoing me. He rearranged my calves higher on his back and came forward on his forearms. “Thrust with me, Mia. Take from me while I give to you.”
    Whatever my body didn’t understand, he demonstrated. He went faster, fiercer, his hand returning to my hip to control it for the plunges of his organ. His cries of hunger rang in my ears. Watching his face was extraordinary, the way its handsome muscles tightened with alternating need and bliss. His once tidy hair fell across his forehead, his sensuous mouth contracting.
    I almost resented the pleasure my body experienced, because it