Alex's Angel (14 page)

How she wished she had regained her previous curves. She wanted so badly to be beautiful for him.

“Go lay on the bed,” he said.

Suddenly, her lungs burnt, and she released her breath all at once, then nodded. She retrieved the dressing gown and pulled it about herself. On somewhat wobbly legs she went to sit on the bed and watched as he approached.

He shed his own robe, giving her the first full view of a naked man. But he didn’t look like she’d ever pictured a gentleman looking. Dressed, he appeared powerfully made, yes, but more elegant. Unclothed, the rugged strength of his body became markedly apparent, from his broad chest, layered with muscle, to his flat, hard mid-section, narrow hips and long, powerful-looking thighs.

Above his waist his skin was tanned a dark golden colour, telling of his time at sea, where perhaps the all-male company and warmer climates made shirts and waistcoats optional. And all of him was covered in a fine dusting of pale gold hair.

Having seen naked males only as statues in certain art instruction books, she was fascinated by having the actual article so close for inspection. Such an excellent article, at that.

He didn’t seem discomfited by her perusal. He sat beside her and reached for her.

Shaken out of her transfixed fascination with his naked body, she grew suddenly afraid. She backed away. “Must we have the lamps?”

He frowned as if incredulous. “Are you shy, darling?”

“A little…the first time with someone new.” She added the last to make her hesitation seem less damning.

“It’s never the expected with you, is it?” He stroked a fingertip along the back of her bare shoulder.

“What about the lamps?” She tried without success to keep panic from her voice. “Must we really have them?”

He caressed her back with a light touch. “There’s always a certain intimacy lost in the dark.”

“I have never found it so.” She held her breath, cringing at the way she’d faltered over the lie.

Fine lines crinkled around his eyes, which were so dark with desire they seemed to take on a purplish hue. What had put those lines on the face of such a young man? His exposure to sun and sea air during his privateering days?

He took the edges of her wrapper. She gripped them more tightly. He laughed softly and tugged insistently at them.

“This is our first time.” The silken persuasion of his voice sent pleasurable shivers deep into her insides. “I’d dearly like to see every inch of your delightful, delicate little body.”

Warmth blossomed in the centre of her heart. Delightful, delicate little body. Did he really think so? Could any man really think that about her thinness?

She studied his expression and could find nothing but sincerity. And his pale eyes were darkened by pupils dilated with desire.

She loosened her grip and the dark blue velvet slipped through her hands.

He bent his head and put his lips to her collarbone as he pressed her shoulders gently. “Lay back, sweetheart.”

She let him push her back. The downy softness of the feather bed cradled her as she fell into it.

Slowly, he kissed his way to her hardened nipple, circling it. Pleasure like nothing she had felt before jolted through her. He let his large, broad hand drifted to her belly.

He brushed her most sensitive place. He moved down her body, his lips touching here and there along her lower rib cage, her stomach, leaving little sparks of fire in his wake. He went lower still, kissing her mons. Her heart began to hammer in her chest.

He was going to do to her what she’d done to him.

This she hadn’t imagined.

Not ever.

Oh God. He could see every part of her. Up close. Heat suffused her face as frissons of apprehension tingled through her, making her breath hitch. What would it be like when he pushed himself inside her, the way Anna had told her men did to women? In moments now, he would do it. And she must pretend to be experienced, to accept it. Only by the strictest exertion of self-discipline did she lay there, passive, exposed, waiting…

His breath blew over her flesh, the softest, warmest caresses imaginable. She shivered in response. His tongue traced along the seam of her outer lips. Heat blossomed in her core, provoking the most unbearable desire to feel his touch. Her wetness flowed, an uncontrollable deluge. She moaned, her hips pushing up of their own accord. She slid her hands down her body then skimmed over his head, wanting but not daring to pull him closer.

His hair was silken, warm against her fingertips. She opened her eyes. His head was there…between her legs, his golden tresses falling over the shocking red of her mons. Dear heavens, he possessed the most gorgeous masculine face she had ever seen and he was pressed to
that
part of her.

Her mouth fell open with the wonder of it.

Who could have ever have possibly even dreamt of such a thing!

She’d imagined bedding a man. She’d pictured it as very direct, very basic. She had never dreamt of such subtle intimacies.

He parted her and swept his tongue into her folds. The wet warmth of it sent sparks of shock tingling up through her tummy and down her legs, to her toes. Her hips jerked forward of their own accord and her shriek echoed in the chamber. The sound of it surprised her.

He explored her with delicate flicks along her inner lips. The flow from her core became a flood and he licked with increasing greediness as if he were seeking to consume every drop she could give.

 
He glided his tongue incrementally up along the underside of her sensitive nub. That nub swelled, growing firmer, aching for his touch. Longing pressed her. Longing so strong she trembled with it. On a long, low moan, she closed her eyes and tightened her hands upon his head. Pushing his face closer to her heat.

Finally, he reached the tip of her nub, teasing it with light touches of his tongue. Fire burnt through her and she shrieked again. He swirled around his target. She entwined her fingers in his hair and couldn’t keep herself from pressing his head even closer. Couldn’t keep from pushing her hips up higher. She wanted something else, something firmer, something… He drew her nub into his mouth and sucked.

Fire pulsed through her. Over and over.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Her cries echoed loudly in her ears. But she couldn’t keep from repeating herself.

He didn’t stop, even when her contractions ebbed. Instead, he kept stimulating her with soft little licks. The flames of her hunger rose again. Everything inside her contracted, fire consumed her, the waves of pleasure coming harder, lasting longer. So long that she was sure the intensity would kill her.

But when they ebbed again, she wanted more.

Her whole body shook. She pressed her fingers more firmly, her nails digging into his scalp. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

“Please, please, please.” She chanted the word over and over. Her heart pounded in her ears at a deafening pitch. She was going to die. She knew it. But she didn’t care.

He cradled her bottom with his large hands, lifting her pelvis up, holding her even closer to his mouth and he gave her more, sucking her steadily, firmly, rocking her hips against his mouth with his hands.

Her screams burnt her own ears.

Her hands dropped from his head and lay limply at her sides. The feather bed cushioned her abrupt fall to earth. She lay there, her breath coming hard and ragged. Her throat was afire. Every part of her was weak. Spent.

“Stop, stop… Oh God, stop,” she panted.

As if from a distance, she was aware of his movements, the weight of him, as he travelled up her body. He cupped her face. His eyes were like twin flames, burning her. “I knew you’d be a greedy little vixen—but you have exceeded my wildest hopes.”

His kissed her and she tasted her own salt on his mouth and tongue. It was too unbearably sensual. Too intimate.

Her body still hummed and ticked with the after effects of such sensual indulgence. Elation filled her, lifted her spirits higher than she’d ever known.

He gently but firmly nipped her neck, then growled deeply. Despite her exhaustion, the vibrations rocked through her, sending tingling waves down to tighten her nipples and put quivers in her insides.

She laughed at the sensation and the thought that a gentleman would do such an animal thing. But at this moment everything seemed pleasing.

Though his hardness throbbed insistently against her leg, he merely held her, slowly stroking his fingertips over her breast and belly in a constant, lazy motion.

She closed her eyes and let herself continue to float on the honeyed bliss.

Eventually, his hand drifted between her thighs.

New, sudden, strong desire stabbed up through her sex. The shock of it made her moan. A fresh surge of wetness flowed over her inner lips. His finger traced her outer lips, parted them and probed into her slick inner folds.

He was pressing. Pushing. Stretching her too much. It became pain, radiating up from her core. She inhaled deeply to smother a cry of shock.

“Darling… You’re so very tight.” His voice sounded almost like a prayer.

Oh Lord, what if he should guess? Covering her panic, she laughed softly. “Everyone tells me that.”

“Then you should be a wealthy woman already.”

He pulled his finger out and she gasped with the relief. Immediately, he plunged back in, this time with two fingers, moving and distending her. Fiery sparks of pain shot through her again. She balled her fists against it.

“Christ, your cunt feels divine. Like tight, wet silk. Do you get this wet every time?”

Holding back her pain, she couldn’t answer. It didn’t matter. He didn’t seem to expect an answer, for he was crawling on top of her. Parting her legs. He touched her intimately but it wasn’t his fingers this time. Silken heat slid over her sensitive nub sending sparks of delight to her core. Her inner muscles clenched and she ached with need. Need to be filled. She wanted him inside her. Now. Anything she wanted this badly had to be good. Perhaps
  
a woman wasn’t built for having fingers put up there but she instinctively knew his cock was exactly what she needed.

She writhed against that wonderful, warm velvet touching her most intimate part. “Oh please, oh please. I don’t want to wait another moment.”

“Oh God, yes, I don’t want to, either.” That wonderful velvet heat glided over her wetness to pause at her entrance.

Her heart began race. Oh God—this was it, the moment of reckoning. Her last moment as a virgin.

He thrust forward. There was a ripping, tearing sensation and burning pain exploded within her. She couldn’t hold back a scream of pain as she clawed at the sheets with her nails. He fell on her. His breath panted briefly in her ears.

His body went rigid above hers. She sensed him looking at her and she kept her eyes tightly closed. Pain…oh, the pain.

He held himself still inside her and his weight pressed her lightly as he bent over her. The fine hairs on his front prickled against her. His breath was blowing hot and heavy on her ear, as if he’d been running.

He murmured something. She couldn’t understand it above her own heartbeat. She certainly did not like this lovemaking business. It was too invasive, too painful. If only he would stop now.

She opened her mouth to say she wanted to cease. “Alex…” Her voice trailed off as her mind failed to find the proper words.

He put his lips to her temple and gently brushed his way down her cheek. Then he put his lips to hers. At his first touch, she wanted to pull away, but the soft intensity of his kiss stilled her. The warmth of his sensual lips slowly coaxed her. She opened her mouth to him. He kissed her so deeply, lingeringly, skilfully that she forgot everything but the driving sensual force of his lips and tongue.

She lay limply against the pillow, content to just stay there forever and let him go on kissing her. He touched both of her shoulders, sliding his fingertips down each of her arms until he reached her wrists. The light touch sent delicious shivers racing up, across her breasts, making her nipples pull tight.

He wrapped his hands around her wrists and drew her arms up. As if in a trance, she let him. She would have let him do anything, so long as she could continue to taste and feel his mouth. He took them over her head, pinning them to either side. The fine hairs of his body tickled her; his weight bore down on her. The sense of his strength, overcoming her, controlling her, sent liquid, honeyed heat pooling in her womb.

Wanting to touch him, she struggled in his hold.

He held her firm.

Another stronger wave of liquid heat flooded her. She moaned deeply.

He rolled his hips against hers in such a way that his pelvis caressed her sensitive nub but his cock moved only slightly, not the vigorous thrusts of moments before. Each movement gave her an equal measure of pain and pleasure. Slowly, he enticed her until bliss overtook the lingering pain. Each luscious, wet stroke of his cock inside her was the most delightful thing imaginable.

She clung to him, wanting to beg and plead for him to move within her more firmly and faster but the words came out as incoherent moaning.