C2 Sensual

She nodded jerkily, and slipped her hands into his waistband, but as she moved them down his legs, she realized she would have to break their connection, and she was not willing to do that. She stopped, pressed against him, as waves of desire grew to a deafening crescendo.

“Finish,” he said, referring to his pants.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she complained, earning a laugh from him.

“Good.” He slid another finger in. “I do not intend to stop for a long, long time, habibte.”

She whimpered against him, her body aflame with sensation, as she felt the first promise of an orgasm build inside her. He saw the way she was shaking and withdrew his fingers.

“My pants.”

She looked at him, disappointment on her face.

“You will come when I want you to,” he dictated, lifting his fingers to his mouth and kissing them.

It was too erotic. Too sensual. She moaned out loud.

She reached for his pants and slid them down his legs. Only to remove them, she had to crouch to her knees again, and it brought her into direct contact with his arousal. “Oh,” she stammered, her mouth open as she first noticed his sheer size.

She had no idea how something like that could possibly be accommodated in her slender frame.

“Touch me.”

She obeyed, because she was desperate to. Tentatively, she ran her fingers down his length, marveling at how smooth and warm he was.

“What do you like?” He asked, reaching for her hand and pulling her to her feet. “In bed, I mean.”

“Oh,” she murmured, looking away from him shyly. “I told you… I have no real point of reference…”

“Go to your bed.”

She did as he said, sitting on the edge of it nervously. He would usually have stretched out foreplay for hours with a new lover. Discovering a woman’s body was one of life’s greatest pleasures, and he enjoyed learning a lover’s needs before taking her completely.

“Lay down.”

She did, flat on her back, staring up at him. A small dart of fear jabbed her side. She ignored it. She wanted him, completely. And even without the lust that was turning her veins into torrents of hot lava, there was the very appealing idea of getting her revenge on the men who had controlled her.

“I am going to take you,” he said unnecessarily, nudging at her entrance with his powerful erection. His handsome face, dark and flushed with passion, hovered just inches above her.

Bea bit down on her lip, wondering if it would be painful. Then again, she had endured much pain in her life, and she no longer feared it.

She was wet and tight as he drove into her, and her body arched at his slow invasion. He reached down and took her breasts back in his hands, strumming her nipples as he inched forward into her. She was so tight, squeezing him hard, that he felt his control slip momentarily.

He squeezed his eyes shut, sinking into her fully.

She groaned, stretching her arms above her head as the sensations overtook her body. He filled her fully now, and the experience was completely over-whelming.

He began to move more quickly, driving them both to an inevitable climax.

Bea exploded first, fast and completely, as the edges of her world shook and came apart, expanding her understanding of reality to incorporate this. This feeling. This sensation. This desire that was totally unexpected and bodily addictive.

He followed her, spilling his seed into her body, and with it, the knowledge that he could never let her go. Bea Galanis had lured him into bed, and he had gone there willingly.