her right back to the edge of need where she had been waiting for him to give her the gift that hovered just out of reach. He kissed her until he stole her breath away then again he pulled back but this time he needed the space to look at her as he pushed the robe from her shoulders. She stood proudly before him, trembling. His breath left him in a rush, leaving him lightheaded as her beauty was revealed, illuminated by the moonlight when the material slipped from her body to fall soundlessly to the floor.
Her skin was golden without tan lines, her Spanish heritage obvious. Her hair was still braided and piled on top of her head teasing his imagination, making him wonder just how long it was. He had never seen it hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her shoulders were smooth, her arms slightly darker than her chest. Her breasts were full, swaying slightly with the depth of her breathing but upright, proud. Her nipples were still hard, swollen and now he could see the dark circles at the end that surrounded those perfect tips that begged for attention. Her stomach was flat, her navel unadorned unlike so many others he saw on a daily basis. Her legs were sleek, muscled from her daily runs but still with the curves that made a woman’s legs so beautiful. His knees weakened at the thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist as he moved slowly within the center of her where no man had ever been. The very center that was now revealed to his hungry eyes; lush, covered with mahogany curls, the most feminine jewel he had ever seen. The scent of her arousal was faint but his nostrils flared as he recognized it, his breathing becoming deeper, faster. His control was nearly at its end. Not a word was spoken between them as he lifted her in his arms and took the stairs two at a time, following the moonlight streaming from her open bedroom door into her sanctuary, stopping beside the bed and gently placing her there, his actions controlled, the passion and fire in his eyes saying everything he wanted to say but couldn’t because the power of speech had left him. Emma laid back, her beautiful eyes dark, the green eclipsed by her pupils dilated with desire. Blake stood up and quickly stripped the clothes from his body, ripping the buttons from his jeans in his desperate need to lay with her, to touch her, to love her. Emma inhaled sharply as he was revealed to her, the moon as bright as any light. Her desire became tinged with fear as she thought of what was to come, how he would invade her body. Blake saw her eyes widen, heard her surprise. He stood unmoving, waiting for her to make the final decision. His body was shaking with the need to make her his but if she said no he would somehow find the strength to walk away. Emma waited also and the fear receded replaced by trust. She reached out for him, taking his hand and pulling him down beside her. His voice was hoarse as he spoke.
“Emma, I promise I’ll be gentle. Please don’t be afraid.”
She smiled, cradling his face with her hand and then trailing her fingertips over his lips as she repeated his word back to him.
“Love me, Blake. Please.”
Praying for the control to see this through, he lay on his side facing her as he began to lightly rub his fingertips over her silky skin starting at her shoulder. He slowly made his way down to the slope of her breast, teasing her flesh with his palm as he rubbed her hardened nipples moving in small circles. He kissed her as he lightly pulled at the swollen flesh, enlarging it, making it even more sensitive. He left the sweetness of her lips to brush his tongue over the crown, returning again and again until she was gasping with pleasure then forcing a cry from her as he suddenly pulled her into his mouth, sucking hard then releasing her to soothe the dark circle with gentle kisses. He lifted himself over her, settling his chest between her legs so he could give the same attention to the other breast. He didn’t dare let his swollen flesh near her heat, so he stayed well away from where he so dearly wanted to be. He continued teasing her until she was arching off the bed, begging for release from the pressure building inside. She groaned in near agony when he left the swollen mounds to trail his lips over her ribs and down her stomach, nipping and tasting her golden skin. He circled her navel with his tongue, her trembling increasing when he thrust into the small space, tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue. He spread his palm over her lower stomach almost touching the edge of her dark curls making her tense with anticipation and she inhaled deeply when he moved it away, bypassing the swollen, moist flesh between her legs to caress her thigh, trailing his fingertips along the inside leaving a trail of fire. He rose to his knees between her feet, ignoring the throbbing of his flesh hard against his stomach. He spread his hands out flat over her stomach, his thumbs meeting over the line of curls, her hips so narrow that his little fingers wrapped over the crest of her hips. Firmly pushing away the clamoring of his body to take her swiftly, he slid his hands down the smooth flesh of her thighs, down to her ankles on either side of his folded legs and back up, slowly pressing them apart as he reached the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He pulled her knees up, opening her for his hot gaze. Emma grasped the sheet, twisting it in her fists to keep from reaching for him and pulling him down on top of her. Her eyes were closed, all her other senses heightened as he lightly ran his finger down the moist cleft. His hand was shaking as he explored the treasure, the sight and scent of her taking his breath away. She was so beautiful! Her back arched off the bed as he began to invade her with his finger, slowly pressing inward, breaking into a sweat as he realized just how snug the fit would be. When he gently added a second finger, stretching her, he could feel her tightening, resisting his caress. Her flesh was weeping with need and she rolled her head from side to side, moaning.
“Dear God, Emma,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t know if I can do this. You’re so tight, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you!”
She grasped his wrist, his fingers still buried within her. Her eyes were smoky with passion, her voice pleading as she looked at him.
“Blake, please! I need you!”
He watched her as he began to slowly move his hand, teasing the small nub at the top with his thumb. Her whole body was taut, shaking with desire. She was so close and he needed that release to make it easier for him to take her. He continued to stroke her as he leaned down, the first taste of her nearly making him come without ever getting inside. She grasped his head, tangling her fingers in his hair as he replaced his thumb with his tongue, nibbling at the sensitive flesh then sucking lightly. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her hips thrusting upward to meet his strokes. He could feel the contractions beginning deep within her as he moved his hand faster, still tormenting her with his mouth. Suddenly, she stiffened against him, crying out as the waves rolled over her, her whole body jerking with spasms of pleasure. He held her firmly, continuing the loving assault until she lay limp under him, begging him to stop. He rose over her, kissing her hungrily, settling between her thighs, reaching down to open her until he lay against her, thrusting his hips against her to spread her moisture over his shaft. He watched as her eyes darkened and her face became flushed, the pleasure quickly beginning again. He slid easily against her, the friction fast becoming unbearable. His voice was shaking as he whispered softly.
“Please, Emma, tell me you’re ready.”
She nodded, unable to speak. He pulled her legs up on either side of his hips, opening her for his possession. Wrapping his arms underneath her shoulders, he grasped her firmly; his hands warm on her collarbones. He began nibbling at her mouth, whispering softly how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Emma was breathing deeply, concentrating hard on relaxing as she felt him tighten his hips, pressing forward against her tender opening. She was soft and wet from her climax but he was a big man. He began to enter her slowly, gritting his teeth against the resistance. Emma whimpered softly at the burning pain and Blake stopped at the soft sound of her distress. Sweat dripped from his body and he clenched his jaw against the need to thrust deep, ending this torment for them both. Emma was aching with the need to feel him inside her; she knew Blake would never hurt her voluntarily. She raised her legs, wrapping them around his muscled waist, tilting her hips upward. Taking his face between her hands, she kissed him, pulling him inward with her strong thighs. Blake sought her tongue with his, devouring her. Emma began making short thrusting motions, trying to take him in small degrees. Following her lead, Blake waited until she was once again relaxed and without warning, surged forward, breaking through the barrier of her virginity and pressing on until he was buried completely in the silken heat. If he had ever doubted her, it was clear now. She cried out once but her sounds quickly changed to husky moans of pleasure as her muscles spasmed around his thickness, trying to accept his foreign presence within her body. Blake watched her closely,