Roan’s fingers dug into her flared hips, being swallowed by her tight grip, tensing, his whole body going taut as she relentlessly continued her burning onslaught against him. He whispered her name as she sat up, taking him fully, smiling down at him, her hair tousled and framing her flushed features. It was the arousal, the lust in her eyes, that made him soar. This was the first time in the three weeks that he felt Shiloh fully here, with him. Present. Wanting him. Only him. The sensations amplified with each thrust of her hips sucking him more deeply into her. He groaned with each languid, teasing movement. She knew what she was doing. Knew what he could give her. And he wouldn’t disappoint her.
Roan heard her sigh, head tipping back as he arched his hips powerfully against hers. Her lips opened. A sweet sound caught in her slender, exposed throat. Feeling her fingers begin to dig into his chest wall, feeling her body begin to contract around his, Roan knew she was close to coming. Sliding his large hands around her hips, he held her in place, thrusting upward, teasing that hard knot of swollen nerves near her entrance. He saw her suddenly tense, her back arching, felt her body contract violently around him, felt that sudden honeyed fluid flow powerfully around him as the orgasm exploded within her. Shiloh’s crying out his name made him only want to please her more and he kept her angled, kept up the pressure upon that sweet spot in her body, watching her begin to melt and fly apart within his hands and body.
Just feeling Shiloh fused with him and seeing the satisfaction flow across her expression, the flush that rushed across her upper body and into her face, told Roan everything. He clenched his teeth, willing himself to wait as he teased every bit of that orgasm out of her trembling, damp body. She moaned, closed her eyes, and collapsed against him, her head nestled near his jaw and neck. Roan smiled, feeling the wild beat of her heart against his, felt her quivering with fulfillment, her small arms wrapping around his neck, holding him with her woman’s strength. Her hair tickled his jaw and lips. Closing his eyes, he gentled his grip on her hips, allowing her to rest, to catch her second breath. Because Roan knew Shiloh enjoyed her orgasms and so did he. Sliding his hand down her spine, he felt how soft and pliant she’d become beneath his fingers. Her skin was warm, damp velvet. She was so alive, so sensitive and he felt his heart grow fierce with the love he held for her alone.
As he waited, Roan absorbed her weight against his taller, harder body. She was petite against him, but her spirit was huge, her heart even larger. Glorying in holding her, skimming her relaxed form against him, he had never felt happier. It didn’t take long when he felt that invisible shift within Shiloh, felt her returning to her body from wherever that orgasm had taken her. She barely lifted her face, meeting his eyes.
“Your turn,” she whispered, smiling down at him. And she twisted her hips, hearing him groan and stiffen.
Roan liked her ability to share, to want to please him as much as he pleased her. As she shifted, slowly sat up, pushing her hair away from her face, he smiled up at her. There was a glitter of arousal back in her eyes. She was ready for that second round, only this time, he hoped to coordinate it such that they would come together. There was a raw satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she thrust and took him deeply into herself. Eyes closing, Roan rasped her name, his hands wrapping around her hips, feeling her plunge relentlessly against him, making his entire back arch off the bed as she brought him to a scalding explosion that tore his breath out of him. And as he felt the bolt of heat strike down through him, slamming him into another world where only light and explosions occurred, he felt her tense. Heard Shiloh cry out his name, her fingers dig frantically into his chest. There was never a better sensation—that coming together, their bodies taut, stiff, and paralyzed as the pleasure throbbed and moved through each of them.
Everything melted around Roan. It felt as if he were permanently fused to Shiloh’s sweet, softer body accommodating him, felt a oneness that he’d never experienced before. In his mind, behind his tightly shut eyes, Roan knew it was their love for each other that was taking them to a whole new level of satisfying physical experiences. Savoring him, she rode him as if knowing how to prolong his climax and give him optimal pleasure. Her damp hips slid against his, her breath ragged with his, her strength matching his own as they clung to each other afterward.
It was the most freeing, the sweetest feeling in the world to Roan as Shiloh rested wearily against him, her breath moist against his neck. She was weak, her fingers barely skimming his other shoulder in silent thanks for being his partner. Yeah, he liked what they shared. Bed and sex had never been their issue. And as Roan moved his hand gently down her torso, feeling each of the slender ribs beneath her warm, soft flesh, he smiled, still caught up in that other universe where only visceral gratification spun around him. Shiloh knew how to please him, get the most out of him, and then come back to please him some more. It didn’t get any better than this. Not ever.