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Chapter Sixteen

Liam

I hung on as the orgasm took her, letting those beautiful rippling vibrations echo through my own body.

My breath was ragged with excitement. I kept reminding myself not to let my fingers dig into her perfect skin.

I didn’t want to leave marks. She was so smooth and soft and strong.

A marvel of nature. Every detail so fucking beautiful, it left me breathless and shaking.

And she was naked in my arms. Holy shit.

That orgasm had been a spectacular supernova, right around my fingers.

I felt so privileged to be inside the sanctum so I could feel it.

I wanted to kneel at her feet, suck her toes, lick her arches, kiss her ankles.

I wanted to make my way up, missing nothing, all the way to her beautiful face.

I wanted to give thanks for her existence.

I wanted to make the whole world bow down when she walked by.

I laid her slowly down on her back, my fingers still inside her, feeling the tight, clenching flutter of the aftershocks.

Her chest shuddered, gasping for breath.

Good sign. I folded her legs up wide, wishing the light was on.

All I could see were shapes, outlines. None of her colors, her fine, delicate details.

She gazed up at me with big, startled eyes, her hair a swirling mass against the white sheet, gasping and sighing at my every touch as if she were surprised at what was happening to her body.

My fingers were in an ecstasy all their own, kissed and clutched in that tight, slick opening.

The rich female scent of her drove me wild with lust.

She was lifting herself again, shoving against my thrusting hand, seeking more, deeper, harder. My cock ached with need, and she reached down and gripped me, her cool fingers moving in a tender, twisting caress—and oh God .. .

“Stop,” I said, my voice strangled. “I won’t be able to wait if you do that again.”

Her lips curved in a seductive smile that made my already galloping heart rate kick up further. “Who asked you to wait?”

I panted, my entire existence measured by the throb of my heartbeat in my cock. “Well. I, ah, wanted to make you come at least ten times first.”

She shook with silent laughter. “That does sound like fun, but I’m too wound up for anything long and drawn out right now. I really want you. Inside me. Right now. You can lay on the orgasms later, right? There’s no pumpkin time for us.”

Thank God. I took her at her word and groped in the dark at the corner of the bed where I’d left a condom.

I ripped it open by feel, rolling the thing on swiftly, and positioned myself over her, her legs wound around me.

I situated myself for maximum control, but she had ideas of her own, wiggling and lifting herself while I nudged my cock tenderly inside her.

She was tight and small, and so wet. Her hot, plush pussy hugged and clung to me. She arched, grabbing my ass to pull me deeper. Squeezing me.

Damn. Too much. Too soon. I could feel the thundering on the horizon, threatening my control. I should have insisted on the ten orgasms. I should have gone down on her for an hour or so. I would never get this all-important first time with her back again.

But with each slow, cautious stroke of my cock, I slid a little deeper.

She relaxed around me, making me slick and wet, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I stared hungrily down at her beautiful slim body pinned beneath mine—so fragrant and smooth.

Her strong arms, clutching me. Those small, perfect breasts, those tight, dark nipples I hadn’t even properly feasted on yet. So much to explore.

A man would need a lifetime for it all.

I rocked forward with a gasp of pure delight. “You good?”

She had to try about three times before she could get words out of her shaking lips. “I, ah…I think I’m going to fall apart.”

I went still, arching over her. Holding my breath. “Ah. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“It’s…an unprecedented thing.”

That made me cautiously hopeful. “So, that’s good, then?”

“You’re very large, by the way,” she told me.

I stopped breathing again. “Sorry. Am I hurting you?”

“Oh, no, don’t apologize. I like it. It’s very exciting. Just a little overwhelming, that’s all. But I’m down for being overwhelmed. It’s working for me. Don’t worry.” She slid her hands down my back, dug her fingernails into my ass and pulled.

I couldn’t say a word. I was trying too hard not to come, second by second, as we rocked and surged together.

We found the perfect rhythm. It was hot, fierce. Heavy, sliding thrusts. Soft, whimpering gasps from her. Her arms twined around my neck, pulling me down.

That kiss ignited a surge of emotion that blew my self-control to hell, and it all went wild.

We were clutching, gasping, bucking. She wrapped herself around me with all her strength, lifting, jarred by every thrust. Wild energy thundered through our linked bodies.

She held on to me tightly, crying out in pleasure. Riding the crest, triumphant.

My orgasm blasted through me, each pulse propelling me deeper, wider, farther. I was wide open to the stars, the wind, to eternity. To her.

When our hearts slowly eased down into panting stillness, I felt humbled. Nervous to look into her face. The sky beyond the small window had begun to brighten. I could hear the sound of the city slowly waking up around us.

Nancy cupped my face with her hand, pulling. I rolled over onto my side to face her, and we clasped hands, our bodies still joined, slick with sweat. Eyes locked on each other, full of speechless wonder.

This time I was the one who couldn’t handle the long, significant silence. I was so afraid I might have hurt her, scared her. I murmured something incoherent and got up to get myself a drink of water. I gulped it thirstily down and got a glass for her, too.

When I brought it back to the bed, she was sitting up, her back regally straight, her hair flung back, legs tucked to the side like a sexy mermaid. I handed her the glass, and she held it up to her bright red cheek for a moment, eyes closed.

I steeled myself and asked, “Are you okay?”

A soft smile curved her lips, but she still didn’t speak, and it was driving me crazy.

“What?” I demanded finally. “What the hell is it? What are you thinking?”

Her laughter sounded free and relaxed. “That’s funny, coming from you. I’m just using your trick. And it throws you off balance too.”

She saw the bewilderment in my eyes and took pity on me.

“I mean the long, smoldering silences,” she explained.

“I finally get it. Because for the first time, I’m not afraid to just sit with it.

Let myself feel what I’m feeling. Right here.

” She put her hand on her heart. “I don’t need to babble, or excuse myself, or justify myself. I feel … free.”

“Okay. Great.” I was still lost, but as long as she was happy, we were good.

“I like how it feels,” she said. “Perfectly balanced. It’s magic.”

I was turning red, but the euphoria lifted me a couple inches right up off the floor.

“I don’t have a mysterious trick,” I admitted. “I appreciate what you said, but it’s just my speech patterns. I think you’re reading far too much into it.”

“No, actually. I really don’t think so.” She drank the water I’d given her, looking me up and down with a frank approval that made my face heat. It made my dick swell, too.

But not quite yet. Ten more orgasms, and then we’d see how things went. I took the empty glass of water and placed it on the little table next to the futon, then went into her unimaginably small bathroom to get rid of the condom.

When I came back out, I tugged her toward edge of the futon mattress. She sensed my intention and grabbed my hair, as I pushed her shapely thighs open. “Liam?—”

“Shhh.” Her pussy was beautiful—juicy and glowing, soft in the morning light, adorned with soft ringlets, wet with her lube, sweet, hot.

I kissed my way slowly up her inner thigh, all the way up to the secret tender inside bits and groaned with pleasure when I finally tasted her.

Tender, slick folds, juicy and delicious.

I could have stayed there forever, slowly teasing her pleasure out of its hiding place.

My fingers dug into her smooth thighs, tongue circling gently around the taut nub of her clit …

first a soft gentle pressure, then a flirtatious tongue swirl, slowly around, around …

until she was clutching my hair, making those choked, gasping sounds. I couldn’t get enough of that.

And when she was almost there, I slid two fingers inside her, massaging that sweet spot while I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a deep pull…

She convulsed, fingers clutching, her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Best moment ever. I realized with a lightning-flash of clarity that I was born for this. To be close to Nancy. To please her, protect her, stand by her.

To love her.

Whoa, ease off. My hormones were running wild.

They had left my brain zip-tied to the railroad tracks.

I had to slow the fuck down. Two days, I’d known this woman.

Two days, and with a murder and an attempted abduction folded in the mix.

I needed to take it easy. I needed to breathe, and wait. Be patient.

I lifted my head, wiped my mouth, licked my fingers. Stared up into her eyes. The warning bells jangling in my head were drowned out by the roar of need inside me.

I’d never felt anything like this. I was bewitched. I never wanted the spell to break.

She fished up the other condom from where I’d left it on the corner of the futon, and