But when his mouth closed over her, she felt a moment of utter terror. She didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. He was so very gentle, his tongue playful and teasing. He raised his head and looked at her in the dim light. ‘I don’t know where to kiss you first,’ he said. ‘I want all of you at once.5
He came back over her and clasped her to him. He kissed her ears, the tip of her nose, smoothed her eyebrows with a fingertip, told her over and over how beautiful she was. ‘Now, you must learn how to kiss properly.’
She smiled at that, and waited, willing her mind to ease, to allow her pleasure with him. ‘Part your lips,’ he said, and she did. She
felt his mouth, firm and warm, felt his tongue ion
glide slowly over her lower lip. ‘Breathe through your nose, Jules,’ he said, and tested the waters. ‘Excellent, little one,’ he said, smiling warmly down at her.
‘Now, I want to feel your tongue. Yes, that’s it.’ He thought he would explode with the intense sensations swamping his body. She was so giving, so trusting …
He released her wrists and she brought her arms about his back. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth, then quickly withdrew, she sucked in her breath in surprise. He laughed softly, and said into her mouth, ‘I will come into you like that, Jules.’ He grinned ruefully. ‘But I doubt I’ll leave you so quickly. I’ll probably want to stay inside you – ‘ He broke off – he had to. Odd how his own words, his own images, were making him crazy.
‘When?’ He closed his eyes a moment, willing himself to control. But he couldn’t help himself. He eased on top of her, balancing himself on his elbows above her. ‘When you are ready for me,’ he managed, and kissed her again, slowly, thoroughly.
Jules felt his swollen member against her closed thighs. She wanted to feel him, and tried to open her legs.
‘No,’ he said. ‘Not yet, sweetheart.’ Saint
wanted to caress and kiss every inch of her, but he held back. The thought of her freezing in embarrassment made him stop cold. But if he didn’t bring her pleasure, he would hurt her, he knew it. Slowly he eased off her. ‘No,’ he said softly when she tried to press herself against him, ‘no, just lie still.’ His fingertips stroked lightly over her bruised jaw, downward, feeling the soft flesh of her shoulders, the silken flesh of her breasts. He took a taut nipple between two long fingers. ‘You feel so soft … and so pink.’
Jules giggled nervously. ‘How can I feel pink?’
‘You do, don’t argue with me.’ He lowered his mouth and suckled her breast. He felt her stiffen just as she’d done the first time he’d touched her breast, but he continued, praying that she would ease. She did, a bit. He let his hand move slowly over her ribs. Keep talking to her, he told himself. It would distract her. ‘I’ve got to fatten you up,’ he said, pressing the palm of his hand over her ribs. ‘Did I ever tell you about that young boy that I – ‘
‘Michael,’ she said, cutting him off, ‘can 1 touch you? Can I feel your ribs?’
‘Yes..’ Jules swept her hand over his hairy chest, downward, reveling in the feel of him. So different from her, so incredibly powerful. q09
She pressed her fingers against his flat belly, but before she could forage lower, he let his own palm rest lightly on her woman’s mound. She froze, rigid as a stone.
‘Don’t be afraid, sweetheart,’ he said.
‘I’m not, not really,’ Jules managed. ‘It’s just that I didn’t think that you would touch
His fingertips lightly probed and found her. Her soft flesh was somewhat moist. Familiar territory, he thought, caressing her more deeply, that first night he’d given her release clear again in his mind. He loved the feel of her. He closed his eyes at the sensation, wishing only that his mouth could replace his fingers. But it was too soon for that intimacy.