“Pure silk,” he murmured as his lips glided across her collar bone before moving down to caress the tops of her breasts. She gasped as his tongue circled her peaked nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, making her arch off the mattress and grab his head to hold him right where he was. “And greedy,” he murmured, pulling away from her just long enough to speak, then diving right back in and sucking her aching body.
When he crawled back up her body and turned her on her side to face him, she finally had the chance to explore him. Her hands seemed so small as she splayed them on his tanned skin. She pushed him onto his back and took her time kissing the salty muskiness of his neck before moving down and flicking her tongue across his exquisite pecs.
“So hard,” she murmured as she reached his stomach, her hands preceding her to his thighs, and the beauty that lay between them. “So solid…” Her words were a reverent whisper as her hand circled his throbbing manhood.
Not hesitating in the slightest, she leaned down and tasted his satin head, its salty flavor exploding in her mouth.
“McKenzie… I’m too close to embarrassing myself for you to do that,” he groaned, and he reached hands into her hair and tugged.
She ignored him and let her mouth sink down deeper onto his thickness while her fingers gripped him tightly. “Mmmm…” she moaned, the sound muted by his flesh filling her mouth.
“Enough!” He sat up and pulled her head off him, and then flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his. The pure heaven of feeling his manhood resting along the seam of her core made her whimper. He slid his hands beneath her and tugged her hips upward while he rubbed along the outside of her heat, soaking his erection with her arousal.
She reached for him, needing to guide him inside her, but he gave her a look of victory as he pulled his hands from beneath her and grasped her wrists, then pinned them above her head, trapping her beneath him.
“Take me now, Byron,” she begged, but he just leaned down and kissed her again, silencing her in the most efficient way.
Spreading her thighs wider, she bent her knees and pushed against him, wriggling beneath his solid form as she tried to force him to enter her.
“You are enough to test a saint,” he groaned as the tip of his erection slid a couple of inches inside her heat.
“Then take me, damn you,” she told him. “We’ve both suffered enough.” She, pushed upward again, desperate to have all of him.
He pulled back and she whimpered in protest. This game of his wasn’t to her liking. She was ready to feel pleasure, and he was holding back. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to pull her hands free.
He released his hold and she immediately wound her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. She devoured his lips, slipping her tongue inside his mouth and capturing his hungry groan.
But before she could pull him inside her, he pulled those precious couple of inches out of her then released her mouth, and trailed his lips down her body again, this time making a beeline to the part of her that ached the most.
When his mouth circled her core and he swiped his tongue across her painfully swollen bud, she felt her release coming. Within seconds he had her crying out as her body shook in ecstasy. And then the room darkened as her body clenched repeatedly in what seemed a never-ending paroxysm of bliss. So, this was what sex was all about. Now, she understood how she’d made so much money over the years.
“Now you’re ready, McKenzie.”
She opened her eyes to find him poised above her, and then with one solid push, he thrust inside her wet heat, making her cry out.
The air whooshed out of her lungs as he paused, his entire length buried within in, her walls still pulsing with the pleasure of her orgasm. She’d never felt anything like this before.
“How are you so tight?” he groaned. But she didn’t want to talk. She wanted to feel more pleasure.
She moved her hips upward, needing him to plunge in and out of her. He placed a hand on her hip and held her in place. “Wait,” he groaned as his eyes closed and his head leaned back, a look of utter pleasure filling his face.
Finally, he began moving, pulling his hardness almost completely from her before he pushed back hard inside, rocking her entire body. This time, they both groaned together at the pure pleasure of the movement.
Barely before her first orgasm ended, she felt an immediate pressure build again, and her eyes widened as she looked into Byron’s eyes, his narrowed as he began moving faster, filling her over and over again.
Then he leaned down and captured her lips as he grabbed her hip and drove hard and fast within her needy body. A cry was wrenched from her and he took it greedily as she began convulsing around him, an orgasm even more intense than her first.
He thrust inside her again, and then once more, before his body tensed and he buried his mouth into the curve of her neck, his loud groans vibrating against her skin as she felt him pulse inside her.
After an endless amount of time, Byron’s body sank against her, their skin hot and slick, their breathing shallow, their initial hunger sated.
“I’ve never…,” she began to say before letting her words trail off. She couldn’t tell him that.
“You’ve never what, McKenzie?” he asked against her ear, his tongue tracing the outline and making her shiver.
“Nothing,” she murmured. She couldn’t believe the way her body was responding to his tongue.
“I have ways of making you talk,” he said. His mouth returned to her neck and started sucking on the tender skin there.
“And I have ways of making you forget to question me,” she warned, her hands sliding down his back and over the firm muscles of his buttocks.
“Witch,” he said so quietly she wondered if she’d heard him right.
But she felt a twitch from his still buried erection, and then she felt him begin to move again. All talking was forgotten as he began making love to her once more.
She was terrified. This was something she could get all too used to.
Chapter Twenty
Two nights and one full day of pretty much nothing except for making love. In the bed, in the shower, on the small kitchen table, the couch, in front of the fire and more… Byron was pretty certain they had christened every square inch of the cabin.
Yet still he stood on the front porch, watching the soft morning sunrise, and he wasn’t sated. He wanted more. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d spent so much time with one woman, made love so many times, and still felt unsatisfied.