This love was so damn powerful that his body burned with the intensity of his desire for Fiona. He’d wanted her before and felt his need rise, but this was different, deeper and stronger.
She was his, belonged to him, to hold and to cherish, and he wanted to show her how he felt about her.
He’d slept with a few women, not as many as some might think, and he’d always tried to please them, but this drive to satisfy Fiona, to put her needs above his was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He wanted her first time to be the stuff of her dreams, and something she’d never forget.
“I’ve never done this before.” Her gaze traveled the length of his body, lingering on his erect manhood.
“I’ll take it slow, darlin’. I’m not going to hurt you. Can you trust me?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you.”
“Just relax and let me touch you, taste you, and please you. I want to make this night all about you.”
Fiona bit her lip. “Sounds yummy.” The look in her eyes told him he had her trust and she welcomed his touch. Because she had insisted they talk when they first met, Nic understood exactly what it meant for her to allow him to touch her so intimately. He was going to do what no other man had ever done with her, and he knew he had to treat her as if she were a precious object to be cherished.
Lying on his side, Nic ran his fingertips lightly over Fiona’s body, from her shoulder, around her full breasts, to follow the scoop of her waist and the sway of her hip, down her thigh. Every inch of her was his, but he didn’t want to rush it. With each pass of his fingers, he applied a little more pressure, until he caressed her but avoided touching her anywhere that was too intimate.
In ever-smaller passes, he came closer to her sweet spots, in hopes his touches would heighten her desire and build her excitement.
He paid close attention to her face, to the way her eyelids shuttered as he pressed harder. As his fingertips passed feather-light over her skin, he listened to the sound of her voice, deep and throaty, the soft moans and purrs coming from deep inside her. And from the way her body moved under his hands, arching, writhing, relaxing, he picked up the signals telling him what he could do and where he could go next.
Nic wanted to know Fiona in a way he’d never known any woman before, but he was smart enough to know that in Fiona’s case, it could take a very long time.
He hoped it would be a lifetime.
•
Fiona was lost in the sensations. He took his time as he learned her body, and she longed for a chance to learn his. He was magnificent, from the look in his eyes to the way his foot rubbed against her calf; every inch of him was delicious, mouthwatering, male.
He drove her to a state she’d never been in before, so excited and yet so relaxed. Not scared at all, in fact, eager to move on. Nic’s touches teased her, easing close to places she wanted him to touch yet just avoiding them. It drove her crazy.
At last, he brushed her nipple with his finger and her areola pebbled, tightening as she gasped. Oh yes, this is what she wanted. Her back arched, pressing her breast upward as he repeated it, telling him she was ready for more.
Lowering his mouth, he let his warm tongue taste the swell of her breast, and worked his way to her erect nipple. All the juices in her body seemed to congregate between her legs. All the nerve endings seemed to flow from that one nipple. She bucked against his licking and made soft needy noises. His cock jerked. Huh, she could do that to him. It was a powerful feeling, knowing she turned him on and made him hot.
Taking her nipple in his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue, his wonderfully skilled tongue, and then latched on. As he suckled, his tongue flicking her nub, her back arched as she moaned her delight. Fiona wrapped her fingers in his hair to press him to her.
“That feels so good, Nic,” she whispered. She had to think of a pet name for his tongue. Happiness? Thriller? It would come to her. Eventually, she wanted to name all the parts of his body that pleased her.
“My God, Fiona, I love the way your skin tastes.”
Traveling by kiss to her other breast, he gave it equal attention, and her body arched again. How much more of this could she stand? All of it. She was greedy for more. He held her down with his hand on her stomach as he kneaded the soft fullness of her breast with his other hand. The pressure was strong, firm without being painful, reassuring her that he’d never hurt her.
Time for some payback. Letting out a low moan, she let go of his hair, grabbed his shoulders, and lightly dragged her nails across his back; she felt shivers race down his spine. His breathing hitched. She’d have to do that again. This time, her nails ran down his back to his ass. He trembled.
She was getting to him, and she smiled, knowing she turned him on, even as he was doing the same to her.
•
Nic’s tongue slid over her skin to her throat. Damn, he couldn’t wait to taste her honey, have his tongue between her legs. That thought led to another, wilder need. It was crazy, but this urge came over him, basic and primal. He had to mark her. A visible sign of his possession.
“Trust me?” Nic looked deep into her eyes.
“Yes.” Knowing she trusted him aroused him even more.
Capturing her wrists in one large hand, he pulled them over her head. Her eyes flickered, not in fear but in anticipation. Nic lowered his head again to her throat. Tasting her flesh with his tongue, he laved his way down her neck and found her pulse, felt the throb and the heat of her blood as it rushed through her body. He lingered there, lapping at her skin, feeling the urge building, a hunger he couldn’t control. She was his, and he wanted the world to know.
Nic bit down. Fiona gasped. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but it was more than a nibble. He was rewarded as she shuddered. Holding her down, pressing his rigid cock against her belly, dominating her, he marked her, sucking and biting her neck, growling deep in his throat, lost in primal lust and desire.
•
It took Fiona by surprise, but a second later, she was pulled under by his hunger for her, and she knew he’d staked his claim on her. She shouldn’t like it, it was such a silly male thing, as if he owned her, but God forgive her, she wanted to be owned, wanted him to be the master of her, to succumb to him, to surrender everything she had, just to him.
•
“Mine!” He raised his head and roared. God, this is how a man should feel when he takes his woman.
“Oh God, yes.” She exhaled.
Nic had to taste her. Renewing his discovery of her body, this time knowing she would welcome him, he trailed kisses of fire between her breasts, down her belly, dipped his tongue into her navel, and then down to meet her mound.
“God, Nic, that’s so good.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved lower on the bed and positioned himself between her legs.
Nic looked down the length of her body, moving so sinuously, and her skin glistened with a mist of sweat where he'd mapped her body with his tongue. Christ, she was so beautiful. And she was his. His cock hardened, his balls tightened, and he knew if he didn’t keep it under control, he’d lose his load just looking at her and thinking about being inside her.
Just grazing her pubic area with his fingers, he played along the edges of the black silky hair covering her womanhood. Judging by the thrusting of her hips, she was ready for more than just a glancing touch.
“Nic, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to scream.”
“Good. I want to make you scream, darlin’, over and over.”
Sitting between her legs, he caught her scent, heavy in the air, and he inhaled. It went straight to his cock and made it jerk. He gave it a stroke, and his balls tightened. Fiona watched him, and her eyes widened. He stroked his cock again, and her lips parted, her breath coming in little pants.
Was it a turn-on for her to watch him as he touched himself? There was so much he wanted to do to her, so many fantasies he wanted to play out. And jerking off while she watched was one of them.
Christ, how long could he hold back? Every cell in his body screamed at him to get inside her.
Now
. He shut out the noise of his body and concentrated on Fiona.
He trailed the back of his fingers over her mound before he pressed his way deeper, parting her nether lips to caress her clit with his thumb.
“Oh God, yes,” Fiona moaned. She was so wet, so soft, so ready. He teased her as he touched her swollen clit, softly at first, and then pressed harder. Stroking down, he dipped a finger into the liquid heat that flowed from her core’s opening to bathe her swollen clit in her sex juices.
Lowering his head, he touched the tip of his tongue to her pinkness. The first taste of her washed over his palate.
Delicious
. He had to have more. He delved his tongue between her folds, licking each petal, and then stopping to look at his work. Her nub was dark pink, swollen, and Fiona panted, moaned, as she moved so sensuously beneath him. Jesus, he wanted to fuck her so hard, make her come until she was too weak to speak.
“Darlin’, tell me no one has touched you like this.” Nic looked into her eyes.
“No one. I waited for you.” Her fists were buried in the sheets, fingers clutching as she writhed under his tonguing. Slipping a finger just inside, she contracted around it. Her thrusting hips demanded he sink his finger deeper into her wet tunnel, and he knew she was ready. He was past ready; his leaking cock stood against his belly, balls tight against him.
Kneeling between her legs, he swiped the tip of his engorged cock against her opening and felt the first flicker of the heat that waited inside for him. Arching her hips, Fiona spread her legs wider to accommodate him and wrapped her legs around his thighs.
“I need you, darlin’, to be inside you.” How much longer he could hold out, he couldn’t tell. He was so close to coming he needed to concentrate on her needs to hold off his release.
“I need you too. I want to feel you deep inside me, Nic. Every glorious inch of you.” Her gaze locked on his cock.
Nic was large, and he’d have to ease himself inside her or risk hurting her. Raising himself up on his arms, he hung over her, gazing deep into her eyes, searching for her signal. Finely tuned to her, he understood when her lips curved in the slightest smile to signal she was ready.
His cock throbbed and jerked as he took hold of it and positioned his tip against her wet, hot core. Entering her inch by inch, Nic pushed his cock deeper, stretching the walls of her tunnel wider, his cock wrapped in moist velvet, until he met resistance.
“What the hell?” He was only halfway in.
“Virgin,” she mumbled as she licked his neck.
He closed his eyes in a silent prayer and pulled her closer to him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ve never done this before?”
“No, not even my first time.”
“Well, it’s a first for both of us, but I don’t think there is any way around this.” She gave him a soft smile of reassurance. “Just do it quick.”
With a powerful thrust, he sank himself deep inside her. “Fiona!” As he broke through, Nic groaned her name at the incredible pleasure of being the first to take her.
“God, Nic!” she cried out, and her hips rose to meet his down-thrust as they began to move in the ageless dance between man and woman.
•
The branch under Cho shook.
Lucky bastard.
•
Nic rested on his forearms; his hips powered his thrusts, legs bracing his body in the mating instinct built inside every male. Closing his eyes, he let go; his body knew what to do, how to do it, when to move deeper, when to go slower or faster as it received primal signals from Fiona’s body, letting her lead him.
Building momentum, he responded to her urgings, soft cries, low moans, and deep growls as he mated with her. She shuddered. There, that was the spot. He angled to reach it, to rub his cock against it with each thrust. Her sounds deepened, her breath came in harder pants as her back arched, and her belly tightened beneath him.
“Oh God, Nic.” She clutched him; her legs gripped him so tight that it took his breath away as her orgasm broke over her. Frozen, her back arched, her eyes closed, her mouth opened in a soundless cry erupting from deep in her throat.
When she found her voice at last, he couldn’t recognize it for its rawness. Crushing contractions milked his cock as wave after wave of the orgasm tore through her. Nic gritted his teeth to ride it out and to keep from emptying himself inside her.
Not yet. Not yet.
Her body was left quivering, boneless, exhausted by the ultimate pleasure, and she melted into the bed. He lowered his head to hers, kissed her forehead, and wiped away the salty tears clotting her thick lashes with a gentle pass of his tongue.
Swallowing, she tried to speak, but still couldn’t seem to find her voice.
“Shhh, darlin’, don’t try to talk,” he rasped to her.
She reached up, touched his face, and smiled. “Damn,” was all she could get out.
“Yeah.” Nic was so moved that his own voice couldn’t make it above a hoarse whisper. Christ, he loved her.
•
As a wave of Fiona’s psychic sexual energy exploded outward, Cho clung to the quivering branch.
Damn.
•
It had taken everything Nic had not to explode with her. Now, selfishly, he wanted more. Just a little more, and then he’d be satisfied. That was a lie. He’d never be satisfied, never tire of her.
As if she could read his mind and knew his needs, she whispered, “More, Nic,” and began to move her hips beneath him, withdrawing, letting him slide almost to the end, and then covering him again with her sex, making him quiver in anticipation.
Kissing her, he began to stroke. Pulling almost all the way out, he hung at the entrance and then plunged deep inside. The thrusts began to build in speed and power. He’d been afraid of hurting her, but God, she took everything he gave her, every thrust, every inch of his throbbing cock. He was getting close, it was harder to hold back as his animal brain took over, telling him to come, now,
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