Restraint (12 page)

So this was what she did to him. She kissed his cock again and then all at once, she engulfed him in her mouth. He cried out and she could feel him trembling.

He tasted heady and warm and masculine. Clean. So familiar. She ran her tongue over and around him, her hand moving in time with her mouth.

Thomas’ knees went weak. He was going to come if he didn’t stop her. His insides were at war. Nothing would be more perfect than to explode in her mouth but
dammit
, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to make love to his wife.

He pushed her back on the bed and yanked the camisole off over her head before he moved on top of her and forcibly ripped her lacy white silk drawers open all in one motion. As he positioned himself over her, he looked into her eyes. They were the color of spring grass and filled with emotion.

She opened her thighs and lifted her hips to accept him. “Make love to me,” she said, her voice but a breath that caressed his very soul. He steeled himself, holding her hips steady as he thrust quickly inside, tearing her maidenhead as he stretched her.

It took every ounce of iron control he possessed not to come as he sank into her lush, tight softness. He feared he’d hurt her but she merely winced before her expression changed from one of pain to pleasure as he moved inside her.

Her hands roamed over his back, down to his buttocks. She clutched, holding him tightly against her. Her long, silky legs wrapped around his. Dear God, it was everything he had imagined it would be. It was better.

And suddenly he was driving into her. The little bed creaked beneath their raucous activity and Thomas feared it might fall.

Catherine writhed beneath him as he made love to her fast, bringing her to the brink of rapture and then with maddening, prolonged slow thrusts, teasing her relentlessly.

She caught his face in her hands, held him there while she lifted her head to kiss him. His thrusts became more determined. She urged him on and suddenly, he could feel her spasms tightening around him.

When she threw her head back in the throes of passion and cried out, it was too much for him. He was coming too, shooting deep inside her, filling her with his cream. His forearm was firmly beneath her back. His other hand gripped the softness of her buttock, where he held her tightly against him.

After the spasms subsided, he lay still on top of her, not moving, just relishing the feel of her. Hot. Wet. His.

And when he did raise his head, he saw the tears streaming out the corners of her eyes. Alarm filled him. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, batting her eyelashes against the onslaught of tears. “No. It’s just that I’ve never felt…this…before.” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you so much.”

He rolled onto his back and drew her into an embrace with her head on his chest. He loved her too. And it felt right. Perfect.

They lay there, touching, exploring, kissing, until the shabby little room started to get dark. Finally, Catherine propped herself up on her elbows and looked into his eyes. A mischievous smile curved her kiss-swollen lips. “I’ve been a bad girl, Thomas.”

Also by Debra Glass

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