Gift of Gold
look away from him. His eyes never left hers. He held her trapped with the knowledge of his need as surely as he held her trapped in his arms. He continued his slow, sensual stroking.
“Touch me again,” he begged thickly. “Please, Verity.”
Tentatively she obeyed, trailing her fingers through the curling hair on his chest and down toward the crisp thicket that framed his manhood. She held her breath for an instant as she touched him intimately and Jonas groaned. He bent his head and found her nipple with his tongue. The delicate nub hardened quickly and he sucked it gently between his teeth.
Verity caught her breath, then she sighed and began to relax. Her legs parted willingly this time for Jonas’s gentle prodding.
“Harder,” he coaxed when she began to tease him with her fingertips. He pushed himself more heavily into her hand, dampening her palm with the evidence of his arousal.
Verity touched him more firmly, wondering at the steel in him.
“That’s it,” he breathed. Then he began touching her with equal intimacy. His strong, blunt fingers circled the small, pouting opening between her legs until it began to flower. That’s it,” he muttered again as he felt her body readying itself for him. “Ah, honey, you’re so wet and hot. You feel so good. So perfect. No need to be afraid. No need, I swear it.”
Verity trembled as her excitement bloomed quickly once more. She moved restlessly, opening herself further to his touch. He kissed her deeply as he slid one finger a short distance inside her damp channel. The erotic movement of his tongue echoed the motion of his stroking finger. The combination was wildly, unbearably thrilling.
Now it was Verity who was overcome with urgent desire. It swamped her as Jonas continued to caress her. The last of her fears vanished in the white hot heat of passion and she lifted herself against him in silent, feminine demand.
Jonas needed no further urging. He was hard and ready. She reached for him the way she had reached for him in the dark tunnel.
And he came to her, his lips raining fire on her breasts, his muscled hips pushing apart her soft thighs until his heavy shaft was poised against her body. He reached down to part her softness with long, sensitive fingers that trembled and then he drove himself into her, sheathing himself to the hilt with a shuddering groan.
The impact of his sensual invasion sent a convulsive tremor through Verity. There was no real pain this time, but, just as she had the first time, she felt too tight and too stretched. She felt invaded.
She was still too new at this, she decided. Either that or Jonas was simply too big for her. All the small, delicate muscles in her lower body felt strained to the limit. She cried out, half in passion and half in protest, only to have the soft sound cut off by Jonas’s mouth.
“Stay with me,” Jonas muttered thickly against her lips. “Don’t leave me alone. Not now. Stay with me. Hold me.”
Verity opened her eyes, her breath coming quickly as her body slowly began to adjust around him. Maybe he wasn’t too large, after all. Maybe he was just right for her. Jonas’s fingers tightened on her shoulders and she looked up to find him staring down at her with molten eyes. He started to move within her, establishing a throbbing rhythm that radiated out to every nerve ending in Verity’s body.
She felt a strange tingling, clenching sensation begin deep within her as Jonas withdrew himself almost completely and then surged back into her. She could feel the whole, heavy length of him as he opened her small passage and occupied the soft, feminine territory. The sense of being pinned and invaded gave way to a spiraling sense of wanting that was new to her. She clung to him and felt herself tightening around him, seeking something she couldn’t quite identify.
“That’s it, honey,” Jonas grated, shuddering powerfully. His urgent words poured over her, coaxing, beseeching, commanding. “That’s the way. Give yourself to me. Let me have everything. God, I can feel you holding on to me like you’ll never let me go. So hot, so tight. You’re going to squeeze me dry. Let me get all the way inside. All the way. I don’t want to think of anything else except how good you feel…”
Verity’s shivering, violent climax took her by surprise. She had not known what to expect, but when it washed through her she knew exactly what it was. She seized it eagerly with all her might and gave
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