With trembling hands, she lifted his so that his fingers covered her breasts. They were still for a long moment, and she could feel the debate raging inside of him. But in the end, she leaned forward, kissing him gently. Only then did he take charge, rolling to the side so that he was over her. He took control of the kiss as well, deepening the caress. She tightened her legs around his waist as she basked in the feeling of his hands caressing her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples while he kissed her.
Lana didn’t slow down. She needed to feel him. Remembering the other day when she’d walked in on him during his workout, she slid her own hands under his shirt, letting her fingers seek out the ridges of his muscles. Up and down, left and right, she explored and teased, touching him just as he was touching her. It felt incredible and liberating. She was going on instinct now. And it was even more shocking when he kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw, along her neck and shoulders, then even lower along her chest.
When she felt his mouth close over her nipple, she gasped, arching into his mouth. Shocked by the heat of his mouth, her fingers tangled his shirt as she tried to grab his head. To make it better, he pulled back, smiling slightly at her whimper when his mouth moved away.
But he reached behind his neck and tugged, the linen shirt slid over his shoulders. He dumped it on her sundress and came right back to her. “Touch me, Lana. Anywhere you want, just touch me.”
And then he focused on her nipples again, teasing and torturing her. She felt the sensation right down to her toes, but most of the heat settled low in her belly. It was too much! She couldn’t handle it and pulled at his hair. But Christoph only laughed and kissed her more, taking her hands and pulling them above her head.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked softly, his body pressing against her in that intimate way that had her hips arching towards his, craving more contact.
Yes. No. Absolutely not! “No. Please! Don’t stop,” she whispered. “I don’t want to stop.”
He paused for a moment, just watching her, trying to see if she might be lying to him. When he saw the truth in her eyes, or maybe it was because she lifted her legs up again, cradling his erection more perfectly against her core, he groaned and lowered his head. Moving to her other breast, he gave it the same treatment, making her cry out with the ache lower in her body. She felt tighter, like she was going to explode with need. It was too much and not enough. His mouth was too hot, but when he lifted his mouth away, the night air was too cold and she wanted his mouth back on her breast.
“More!” she sobbed, pressing against him. “I need more!”
“Patience,” he growled and moved lower. His strong hands held her still as he looked up at her. “Are you sure, Lana?”
“Yes!” she snapped, irritated with him now. “Please don’t stop! I don’t think I could take it if you stopped.”
He laughed softly and kissed the space just under her breasts. “Fine, but you’re going to have to be good.”
She didn’t understand what he meant by that statement, but she sighed when she felt his hands touching her again, his fingers tweaking her nipples and causing her to groan once more.
That’s when she felt him move even lower and she gasped, trying to pull away. But at that same moment, one finger moved underneath the elastic of her underwear, sliding into her wet heat. She was amazed by how wet she was! His finger felt so good! Too incredibly good!
“Christoph!” she whispered, her hips moving in time with his finger. Over and over, his finger slid in and out. After a few moments, the material of her underwear was torn off, then his finger started again, moving and tormenting her unlike anything she could have imagined. It felt…wow!
Then she felt it…the heat! The flick of his tongue and…she couldn’t hold back! It wasn’t supposed to be this fast! She didn’t want it to be this fast but…she couldn’t hold back. It was too much and…her body exploded! Stars dripped down from the sky as she held onto him with both hands, the waves of pleasure pouring over her more relentlessly than the ocean’s waves against the shoreline.
He continued but, when her body stopped shaking, he pulled away, kissing his way back up her body. When he was once again looming over her, he waited until she opened her eyes. “Enough?” he teased.
It took a few seconds for her to figure out what he was talking about, then she burst out laughing, hugging him as her body continued to float on that happiness-cloud.
“It was enough but then…not really enough.” She felt him move to her side, his erection several inches away from her. She knew what he was doing, but wasn’t going to let him. “My turn?” she asked, already leaning forward to touch him and explore just as he had done to her. She’d read about this several times in books and wanted, needed, to know what it was like.
But he grabbed her hands, holding her back. “Not tonight.”
She looked up at him, surprised and confused. She could see that he was gritting his teeth, fighting to control himself.
“Really?” she purred. “Not even a little bit more?” she asked. Her arms softened and she leaned forward, kissing the middle of his chest. “I promise I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
He laughed, but the sound turned into a groan. That’s when he let her hands move against him and he leaned back, allowing her to explore his chest. “Just a bit more,” he agreed.
Lana smiled, thinking that he was being a gentleman. Unfortunately, she didn’t want a gentleman. She wanted a lover.
With that goal in mind, she lowered her head, kissing him just as he’d kissed her. Even better, she felt his hands dive into her hair, his fingers tightening on her head. Those small signs told her that she was doing something right. Using his fingers as her gauge, she continued kissing and exploring his chest, stopping to flick her tongue over his nipples and loving the way his fingers tightened on her head. Moving lower, she explored each ridge, every dip in his chest. She especially enjoyed that dip right under his ribs, the sternum or something. Then she moved lower, his abs tightening as she tasted and kissed and ran her fingers over his skin.
While her mouth moved against his stomach, her fingers fumbled with the button on his linen slacks. She felt his erection pressing against the fabric and wanted to see it, not just feel it.
“Lana, no!” he groaned when she started to lower the zipper.
She looked up, but let her fingers slide down along the rigid length. “You don’t want me to touch you? I won’t, if you don’t want me to, but I’d like to.”
He shook his head, taking her hands in his as he sat up. “No, Lana. We’re done experimenting tonight.”
He scooped her into his arms and settled her on his lap.
“Seriously? I’m sitting here naked and you’re telling me we’re finished?” Then she blinked. “You understand the irony here, right? I’m the one pressuring you for something you’re not comfortable moving forward with.”
He rolled his eyes as he grabbed her dress. “I’m fine with having sex, Lana. You’re the one that needs more time. We need to experiment more.”
She took the dress he’d placed on her lap. Lana knew that he’d intended for her to put it back on. But she saw him staring at her breasts. Since she didn’t want to stop, she wanted to learn more, to know what it felt like to have him inside of her, to feel him moving inside of her…she didn’t pull the dress on. She let it sit on her lap.
When he continued to stare, she took his hand, placing it on her breast. “I like it when you touch me here,” she whispered.
His eyes flashed up to hers and he groaned again. “Lana, I know what you’re trying to do, but I’m serious. We’re stopping for tonight.”
“Are we?” she asked, feeling his fingers cup her breast, his thumb flick her nipple, making her tremble. “Could you do that again?” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning into him. “Just one more time.”
He did and she shivered. “Okay, again, please.”
He continued, making, h
er body ach and throb with need. “Christoph, please show me more,” she begged, her hand closing over his.
“You’re not ready,” he argued, but his fingers caressed that sensitive peak again and again.
“Christoph, why don’t you stop telling me what I’m not ready for and start listening to me? I’m ready. More than ready.” She turned and looked into his dark eyes. “You already know that I’m ready. I couldn’t be more ready than I am right now.”
He kept teasing of her breast but otherwise didn’t move. She leaned into him, daring him to call her a liar.
“Fine!” he said and shifted so that they were lying on the lounge chair, his huge body braced over hers. “But we’re going slowly and if I hurt you in any way, you tell me and we stop, understood?”
She smiled up at him, her grin huge as triumph settled over her. “Understand,” she told him, her voice breathy and aching.
As soon as the word was out of her mouth, he stood up and stripped off his slacks and boxers. Standing in front of her, he looked down at her in the dim light from the moon. “Lana, you can say no at any time.”
She smiled at him, pushing up onto her elbows. “I appreciate that,” she whispered, unaware of her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at his erection. It was large and amazing, a bit scary but, the way her body tingled and vibrated right now, she couldn’t be afraid. She might be a bit wary about his size, but when she finally pulled her eyes away from that part of him and looked into his eyes, she knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t.
“Please,” she whispered, sensing his hesitation.
With a groan, he leaned forward, bracing his arms on the beach chair as she leaned back down, excitement rushing through her body as his muscles bulged over her. With tentative fingers, she let her fingertips slide up over the ridges of his biceps, triceps and shoulders, fascinated by the ripples as she let her fingers travel higher.
She heard something tear. Looking down, she realized that he was sheathing himself in a condom. Protection, Lana realized. Her heart softened even further because she hadn’t even thought about protection. Hours ago, she’d been worried about having sex with him. And now, she was overwhelmed by all of these new sensations.
Then she felt his fingers inside of her again and all thought disappeared. She gasped, arching her back with the shock of his invasion. When he started to pull his fingers out, Lana grabbed his hand, keeping him there. “Please,” she groaned and then felt his fingers press into her again. Two fingers this time and her body burned with desperate need.
A moment later, those fingers vanished and she opened her mouth to protest, not wanting it to end. Before she could say a word, he pressed into her heat. “Oh!” she gasped, shifting her hips and lifting her legs. The movement eased the newest feeling, easing the stretch of her body. This was much better!
Then it wasn’t! Better, that is. Her body arched, her mouth opening as he pressed deeper and deeper. With each press into her softness, he retreated and she felt empty. But then he would thrust gently into her again and it was…magical! Amazing! Every thrust sent shudders of excitement through her. Every time he pressed into her heat, she wanted to scream but her voice was lost.
Over and over again, she felt him press deeper into her, the tingling sensations increasing in power. Higher and higher, her body tightened and shivered. She couldn’t keep up with what was happening, her body coming alive in ways she didn’t understand.
The pleasure that burst through her was unlike anything she’d ever imagined! Waves of pleasure nearly drowned her. All Lana could do was hold onto him and try to ride the waves.
She felt his body tighten and knew the exact moment that he found his own climax, which set her off all over again.
When he collapsed on top of her, she could barely catch her breath. The beauty of that moment, of making love with him awed her, silenced her. A tear escaped, creeping down her cheek. Turning her head, Lana tried to hide it from Christoph. But she must have cued him somehow, because he pulled back and peered at her face.
“I hurt you!” he groaned, still connected to her but bracing his weight on his elbows. Gently, he kissed the tears away. “Tell me how I hurt you, love. I’ll make it better!”
She shook her head, touching his face and trying to smile up at him. She must have missed at her effort because his worried expression only intensified. “I’m not hurt, Christoph. It was beautiful. Wonderful!”
He stared at her for a long moment, looking confused and disbelieving. “Why are you crying then?” he growled, shifting and he separated from her carefully. He stood up, discarding the condom before standing up and gathering her into his arms.
Lana wrapped her arms around his neck, beaming as she leaned her head against his broad shoulder. “I didn’t mean to cry,” she explained softly. “Where are we going?”
“You’re going into a warm bath.”
She smiled happily. “Will you join me?”
“No! You are hurt. I’m going to…”
She stopped his words with a simple touch to his cheek. He halted at the bottom of the stairs and looked down at her.
“I’m not hurt,” she repeated. “I loved every moment. It was amazing. Better than I would have believed possible!”
He continued to stare at her for a long moment. Then he groaned and hurried up the stairs. The last thought Lana had before he slammed the door and started the magic again was relief that it was late enough that his housekeeper hadn’t seen them walking through the house naked!
Chapter 12
Lana smiled as she woke up, stretching sore muscles. The sun was pleasantly warm on her face. She felt incredible, relaxed, happy, her body still humming quietly with the memories of pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, her smile widened as she watched Christoph coming out of the shower, a towel around his lean waist and another in his hand as he dried his hair.
“Good morning,” she said, sitting up. But she grabbed the sheet, needing something to cover her nakedness. It was one thing to be brazen last night when he was kissing her. It was another issue to be naked in the bright morning sunshine.
“Good morning,” he replied, coming over to her. He sat down on the side of the bed, his eyes amused as he took in her shyness this morning. “How do you feel?” he asked, resting a hand on her hip.
“Amazing,” she replied, but she couldn’t hold his gaze, not after she remembered everything they’d done last night. And everything she wanted to do this morning!
“Are you sore?”
She shook her head, then paused and thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think I’m sore. A little stiff, maybe,” she admitted.
“Good,” he leaned forward, kissing her gently. “Your lips are swollen.”
A blush but she hid it as he pulled back. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” she asked. He smiled, leaning in for another kiss, which she gladly supplied. “Besides that,” she laughed.
“How about snorkeling? Or wind surfing? The wind picked up overnight and it’s a perfect day. The winds aren’t very strong but they are enough for you to learn how to…”
“I love wind surfing!’ she gasped. “Willow and I were so much better than Tamara could ever be! She was furious with us when we were flying over the waves and she could barely get her sail up.”
He was surprised for a moment, then threw back his head, laughing at her daring. “Wind surfing it is,” he said, hugging her.
Before she could suggest staying in bed for the morning, he stood up and disappeared into the closet. Lana watched, biting her lip as she surveyed the wide expanse of bedroom. It would be one thing if he’d wanted to stay in bed. But was she ready to parade around in nothing but her own skin? If not, how was she going to get from the bed to the bathroom?
“You’re going to have to brave it out,” he said from the doorway of the closet.
She looked over at him, realized with a pang that she’d missed seein
g him dress as he tied the drawstring on the shorts he’d just pulled on. “I’m sorry?” she asked, feigning surprise at his comment. She knew what he meant, but she wanted to pretend that she was brave and casual about her nakedness. As casual as he was, obviously.
“Don’t even try it, Lana,” he teased and grabbed a shirt, pushing his arms into the sleeves as he walked to the end of the bed. “You were all brave and confident last night. Where’s the woman that wanted it all?”
She glared up at him as her fingers tightened on the sheet. “You’re not going to make this easy by handing me a shirt, are you?”
“Not a chance,” he came right back. All the arrogance she’d seen in him that first day when he’d walked into her father’s office was there, sparking her temper as he crossed his arms over his chest and waited, smirking.
“You could go on and finish getting ready,” she suggested. Didn’t the man need to shave or something?
He chuckled. “Like you weren’t trying to watch me get dressed? No way. Get up, Lana. I dare you!”
She knew what he was doing. And a small part of her admired him for it. But not when he was daring her to slip out from the sheets and walk to the bathroom. Naked!
But then his eyes turned doubtful. He didn’t think she could do it! He thought she’d wimp out! Well, okay, she’d been on the verge of doing exactly that. But still…he didn’t have to assume she didn’t have the courage!
Because he looked so smug, she gathered her courage and stepped boldly out from under the covers. The tiles were cool under her bare feet as she forced herself to walk to the bathroom. She’d almost made it across the floor when strong arms grabbed her from behind, lifting her up.
“Okay, that was hot,” he growled into her ear. Then she was back in the bed with his big body over hers, his hips pressing between her knees. “I didn’t think it would be that difficult to keep my hands off you this morning. Clearly, I was wrong.”
And then he kissed her, making her gasp and sigh and all of those lovely, amazing, shocking things that she’d felt last night. His hands were everywhere and, because she loved the daring feeling she felt whenever he touched her, Lana touched him back. When he rolled over, Lana stared down at him, shocked to find herself straddling his hips!
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