wrist go.
"Good girl," he breathed, and traced the fine line of her leg up until he touched maiden hair.
She bit her lip.
His cock jumped at the sight, but this wasn't for him tonight. He threaded his fingers through the springy hair, letting her get used to his touch. When she
began to relax he moved lower, finding soft, damp flesh.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Making love to you." He bent his head to hers and touched his mouth gently against her lips, parting them as he parted the lips below. It had always
amazed him, how delicate a woman was here. How sweet and soft. His wife had been ashamed of her sex, refusing to let him explore her as he'd like. He
opened his eyes as he kissed Coral and wondered if she'd let him spread her naked on her bed one day. Let him look and touch and kiss.
That thought had his bal s tightening, the blood pounding through his veins. He wanted to put himself inside her, to feel that lush, wet heat again. Instead he
gently stroked, seeking and finding that special place. She jerked, her eyes flying open.
He watched her. Surely she'd been touched here before? But maybe she didn't allow her lovers this intimacy. He felt a surge of possession at the idea
—that she'd let no other man play with her.
Give her pleasure.
Because she was pleasured, he could see i t i n the pink flush rising in her cheeks, i n the dazed expression i n her eyes. Hi s fingers were becoming
slippery with her desire. He circled that little bud, felt it stiffen and come erect.
"Don't," she whispered suddenly, her legs clamping together so his hand couldn't move.
"Coral," he said sternly. "Let me."
She looked at him, and at the sight of her eyes he nearly let her go-they swam with tears. But if he backed down now they might never reach this place
again.
He held her gaze. "Please."
She closed her eyes and her thighs eased apart.
He leaned close and kissed her temple lightly. "You're so beautiful I am awe-struck. I want to lay beside you and simply watch you sleep. I want to hold you
in my arms and make you tremble."
She gasped and he smiled against her ear. "I want to touch you until you forget yourself, forget where you are, forget the world." He could feel her fine
tremors now and his fingers were drenched. She was so close! The animal part of him wanted to lay her flat, pound himself into her until he felt his own
release. He grit his teeth and reined himself in, keeping his fingers gentle, trying to ignore the soft hip pressed into his erection.
"Come for me, Coral," he whispered, and circled her nub. "Come for me."
She jerked suddenly and he thrust a finger into her heat, groaning at the tightness, the slippery wet. This was his woman, the primitive whispered, and he'd
bring her joy no matter what cost.
Her hands were wrapped about his wrist now, but not to stop him. He watched her eyes close, watched as her teeth worried her lip, and even if he couldn't
be joined with her when she climaxed, he could take a smal sip. So he kissed her—savagely and open-mouthed, thrusting another finger into the place
his cock wanted to be, using her roughly now.
And she came apart in his arms, moaning under his mouth, jerking against him, her cream flooding his fingers.
He continued to pet her, his strokes becoming softer as she descended from her peak until he final y broke their kiss and laid his forehead against hers.
"That," he whispered in a voice he struggled to contain, "is making love."
She swal owed, opening her magnificent green eyes, looking almost shy. "Thank you."
He wanted to smile, but damn it, he was too near the edge. She framed his face with her smal , cool palms, and kissed him chastely on the mouth. "Now
can we make love together?"
Chapter 9
The Ice Princess stretched out a long slim arm, pointing to one of the ice statues that stood about her. "There is your brother Tom. You may have him
if you but bring me three things."
The soldier cocked his head. "And what are
"Good girl," he breathed, and traced the fine line of her leg up until he touched maiden hair.
She bit her lip.
His cock jumped at the sight, but this wasn't for him tonight. He threaded his fingers through the springy hair, letting her get used to his touch. When she
began to relax he moved lower, finding soft, damp flesh.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Making love to you." He bent his head to hers and touched his mouth gently against her lips, parting them as he parted the lips below. It had always
amazed him, how delicate a woman was here. How sweet and soft. His wife had been ashamed of her sex, refusing to let him explore her as he'd like. He
opened his eyes as he kissed Coral and wondered if she'd let him spread her naked on her bed one day. Let him look and touch and kiss.
That thought had his bal s tightening, the blood pounding through his veins. He wanted to put himself inside her, to feel that lush, wet heat again. Instead he
gently stroked, seeking and finding that special place. She jerked, her eyes flying open.
He watched her. Surely she'd been touched here before? But maybe she didn't allow her lovers this intimacy. He felt a surge of possession at the idea
—that she'd let no other man play with her.
Give her pleasure.
Because she was pleasured, he could see i t i n the pink flush rising in her cheeks, i n the dazed expression i n her eyes. Hi s fingers were becoming
slippery with her desire. He circled that little bud, felt it stiffen and come erect.
"Don't," she whispered suddenly, her legs clamping together so his hand couldn't move.
"Coral," he said sternly. "Let me."
She looked at him, and at the sight of her eyes he nearly let her go-they swam with tears. But if he backed down now they might never reach this place
again.
He held her gaze. "Please."
She closed her eyes and her thighs eased apart.
He leaned close and kissed her temple lightly. "You're so beautiful I am awe-struck. I want to lay beside you and simply watch you sleep. I want to hold you
in my arms and make you tremble."
She gasped and he smiled against her ear. "I want to touch you until you forget yourself, forget where you are, forget the world." He could feel her fine
tremors now and his fingers were drenched. She was so close! The animal part of him wanted to lay her flat, pound himself into her until he felt his own
release. He grit his teeth and reined himself in, keeping his fingers gentle, trying to ignore the soft hip pressed into his erection.
"Come for me, Coral," he whispered, and circled her nub. "Come for me."
She jerked suddenly and he thrust a finger into her heat, groaning at the tightness, the slippery wet. This was his woman, the primitive whispered, and he'd
bring her joy no matter what cost.
Her hands were wrapped about his wrist now, but not to stop him. He watched her eyes close, watched as her teeth worried her lip, and even if he couldn't
be joined with her when she climaxed, he could take a smal sip. So he kissed her—savagely and open-mouthed, thrusting another finger into the place
his cock wanted to be, using her roughly now.
And she came apart in his arms, moaning under his mouth, jerking against him, her cream flooding his fingers.
He continued to pet her, his strokes becoming softer as she descended from her peak until he final y broke their kiss and laid his forehead against hers.
"That," he whispered in a voice he struggled to contain, "is making love."
She swal owed, opening her magnificent green eyes, looking almost shy. "Thank you."
He wanted to smile, but damn it, he was too near the edge. She framed his face with her smal , cool palms, and kissed him chastely on the mouth. "Now
can we make love together?"
Chapter 9
The Ice Princess stretched out a long slim arm, pointing to one of the ice statues that stood about her. "There is your brother Tom. You may have him
if you but bring me three things."
The soldier cocked his head. "And what are
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