Rebecca opened her mouth in a silent scream; her eyes sought and held his. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Let it go, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
Even with only one finger inside her he could feel how tight she was. He swirled it around, stretching, preparing her for only a second before she arched up into him, screaming his name, clenching around his finger so tightly it throbbed.
He held her tenderly through it, until she stopped shaking. And when he looked at her, he knew he would remember that look forever.
Mine.
The thought of her coming like that with him inside her had him hardening to the point of physical pain. But now he had to be even more careful. He’d known she was a virgin; it was one of the primary reasons he insisted they be married before he took her. But she was small and tight, and he was large and extremely aroused. And if Kane knew anything about this night, it was that he would not hurt her.
He lifted her out of the bath and wrapped a fluffy towel around her. “We’re not finished, are we?” she asked as he laid her in the bed.
“Finished?” he chuckled. “Sweetheart, I will never be finished with you.”
He dried her as gently as he could; gentleness was not something that came naturally to him. Then she took the towel and began to dry him as well.
“You’re bleeding,” she told him. Her nails had dug gouges into the skin around his shoulders.
“Marked me then, have you?” The very thought had him pratically roaring with satisfaction.
“I have. But not nearly enough.”
Kane’s mouth found her breast. He licked a slow path around the pretty pink nipple, then blew on it with a cold breath. He grinned at her, revealing the tiny ice cube he’d managed to slip into his mouth between his teeth. Its purpose fulfilled, he crushed it mercilessly and licked her nipple yet again. It hardened instantly. Then he took it between his teeth and nipped it, not enough to cause real pain, but enough to send little bolts of lightning to nearly every nerve in her body.
Ah, she liked that.
Her fingers made lazy circles against his scalp, except when he nipped her again. Then she grabbed fistfuls of it and tugged. Her eyes were already half shut again; he doubted she even realized what she was doing. But, damn, he liked it.
After paying proper homage to her neglected breast, he worked his way down her stomach and positioned himself between her legs. Instinctively she bent her knees, then raised herself up on her elbows to watch him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Watch me kiss you. Watch my lips make love to yours.”
Without breaking eye contact he gave her a long, slow lick. She shuddered beneath him and groaned. Another slow lick, then a few quick little flicks with his tongue. A fresh wave of sweet cream rewarded him, making him groan with pleasure. His wife was a damn delicious woman.
He played with her for a while that way, letting his hands stroke along the inside of her thigh until she was shaking with need again. Then he took both hands and pressed her legs open wider, dipping his tongue deep down into her center.
Her legs wrapped around him best they could; her hands pulled him closer to her. After several quick penetrations he replaced his tongue with a finger, matching the rhythm with his tongue back on her clit. She was sobbing now, begging him again for release, but he could not give it to her, not yet. He had to be inside of her, soon, but he had to make her ready for him. If he tried to take her now he would rend her in two.
So he eased off the pressure – just a little – and with some effort managed to work two fingers inside her, scissoring, stroking, curling at her inner wall. Every time he felt her inner muscles starting to tighten he would back off until she was nearly wild with need.
Finally, when he could bear no more of her wrenching pleas without coming himself on the bed, he reached in and stroked her inside and outside at the same time. Within seconds, she exploded around him.
“Not... going... to survive...” she wheezed when he finally worked his kisses back up the length of her body.
“But sweetheart,” he breathed against her ear. “We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
She groaned, a soft feminine sound of submission that thrilled him. Rebecca’s arms reached up around his neck as he rolled to his side, pulling her with him; she refused to lose any contact with him, even for a moment.
“I love you so much, Kane,” she murmured. She pressed her breasts against his hard chest, wrapped her upper leg. His erection – as big and hard as the rest of him, throbbed against her belly with silent promise. “Do you know I have fantasized of being with you like this since that first night in the jungle when you yelled at me?”
“Have you now?” The thought that she had been having erotic thoughts about him all this time made his cock pulse hard against her.