Only 04 - Only Love

deeper exploration. Knowing he shouldn’t, not able to stop himself, Whip caressed her with slow movements of his hips.
    Instinctively Shannon’s own hips stirred. The motion slid Whip more firmly against her softness. A thrill of pleasure radiated up through her body at the slight penetration. She moved again, and was rewarded again by the sweet, unexpected pressure that caressed and stretched her in the same motion.
    Whip groaned when Shannon’s helpless response licked over him as hotly as his mouth had moved over her a few minutes before. Then he felt her shift closer to him, her hips moving, her sultry core opening to him, weeping for him.
    “Honey girl,” Whip said almost roughly. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
    Slowly Shannon opened her eyes. They were changed by passion until all that remained was asmoldering sapphire rim around each dilated pupil.
    “What?” she asked, her voice husky.
    “Look down.”
    She did. Her eyes widened. She moved experimentally, then smiled a smile as old as Eve.
    “I thought you said it would hurt,” Shannon said.
    “You keep moving your hips like that and it will.”
    “You mean…?”
    “I mean you’re still a virgin,” Whip said bluntly, “but if you keep kissing me like that with your hot little mouth, I’m going to slide in you so deep you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
    Shannon’s glance traveled down Whip’s powerful body to the place where they were almost joined. She moved again, testing him and herself at the same time.
    “I don’t think so,” she said.
    Disappointment sleeted through Whip. His body tightened in savage rebellion at being denied what it needed more than breath.
    “We’re already as close as we can get,” Shannon said. “I push and it feels good but we don’t get any, um, closer.”
    Whip let out a long, breaking breath as he realized that Shannon wasn’t turning away from him. She just didn’t understand how to accomplish the deeper interlocking that their bodies desired.
    “Do you want to join with me, Shannon?” Whip asked softly. “Do you want to get as close to me as a woman can get to a man?”
    Shannon looked up into Whip’s eyes and felt her heart turn over with love.
    “Yes,” she said huskily. “I want that. I want you.”
    Slowly Whip shifted until he was lying between Shannon’s legs once more.
    Shannon’s breath broke. She could feel him more clearly now. The sensation was delicious. Bubbles of pleasure expanded through her. When they burst, they caressed him with loving warmth.
    Whip smiled and fought against the harsh urgency that was driving him. He hadn’t expected Shannon to want him after he had given her one kind of fulfillment.
    But she did want him. The honeyed proof of it was licking over him right now, calling to him, telling him how easy it would be to push into her untried body.
    And how hot.
    “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he said huskily.
    When Shannon did, her breath broke. She felt Whip between her legs with stark clarity. It was disturbing…and profoundly arousing.
    A shudder of pleasure and anticipation rippled through her.
    “All right?” Whip asked.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Whip pressed into Shannon until he knew he would forever change her if he went any farther. He retreated, then returned, then retreated.
    “Still all right?” he asked, his voice strained.
    Shannon didn’t notice the roughness of Whip’s voice or the sweat standing on his skin. She was consumed by sensations that taunted her as much as they pleasured her. She twisted hungrily beneath his powerful body, seeking to increase the sensuous pressure of his presence within her.
    Whip froze.
    “Is it too much?” he asked, withdrawing.
    “I want more, not less,” Shannon said raggedly. “I want everything you have to give me!”
    Whip’s eyelids lowered for an instant as a shudder racked his body and soul. Then he looked straight into Shannon’s eyes and began rocking slowly, carefully. Her hips lifted insistently, demanding a more thorough kind of movement.
    “Not yet,” Whip said, laughing, retreating.
    “When…?” she cried.
    “When your body is shivering and you’re all around me like hot, wild honey. Then I’ll take you, Shannon. And we’ll both scream with the pleasure of it.”
    One of Whip’s hands moved down Shannon’s body, caressing her breasts and belly and hips. Then he found the satin knot of her desire once more. It was the same as she was—hot,