Page 46 of Soaring Sweethearts

All she could do was surrender to his skillful touch, so she gave up on controlling her reactions or her movement and writhed and gasped as her pleasure mounted and mounted until it was almost unbearable. “Please,” she begged without knowing what she needed.

“You’re almost there, sweetheart, but I think you need something else to push you over the edge. I’m going to put a finger inside you. It should take you higher, but if it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“Yes, please.” She ground herself against his hand as the thought of any part of him inside her sent her to even greater heights.

His rough finger brushed against her entrance and slid inside with agonizing slowness. She pressed down, needing more, craving all that he could give her. When his finger was in as far as it could go, she whimpered in mindless ecstasy.

“Is that okay, sweetheart? Does it hurt at all?”

“So. Good,” was all she could manage, and he started to pull his finger out. Did she not speak clearly enough? Did he think she didn’t like it? But then he thrust his finger in again, curving it inside her, which intensified the sensation tenfold. And then he did it again, setting a steady, punishing rhythm that sent her higher and higher.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. Let go. Come fly with me.”

And she did. Waves of bliss wracked her body, and the world exploded in bright colors with black bleeding in at the edges. She flew through it all, tethered only by the low voice murmuring sweet nothings that she couldn’t begin to interpret in her addled state. As she floated down, the motion of Jack’s fingers slowed and stopped, though he left his hand there, so warm and reassuring.

“How do you feel?” He stroked her cheek with his idle hand.

“That was…” What was the right word? “Perfect.” It was the best she could come up with. How could she possibly express the relief of giving in to years of longing and letting herself love freely? Because one thing was for certain as she lay there by his side, breathing him in. She’d gone and fallen for the man who had broken her heart more times than she could count, and her heart was never going to recover.

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Perfect. She said it was perfect.

Jack kissed Constance’s forehead and pulled her flush against his body. Holding her like this after watching her shake head to toe with bliss he’d given her…that was the most perfect moment he’d experienced in his life.

Even as his body screamed to take things further, to find his own satisfaction, his heart was full. Constance was his, and he meant to keep her, no matter what sacrifices that entailed. His own needs would have to wait, no matter how urgent.

She snuggled against him, running her fingers up and down his back, foreheads touching. “I want to stay like this forever.”

“I wish we could.” If only he could keep her here all night and make her come again and again until they were too exhausted to continue.

Tightening her leg around his waist, she pressed against his aching erection. Try as he might not to react, his breath caught.

“It sounds like you need something too.” She kissed his cheek, his jaw, and his lips as she traced a finger from his back to his abdomen and down to… Oh, Christ.

He was so close to losing control. Her light touch against the strained fabric was too much to bear. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to come in his pants, and that would be a mess he didn’t want to explain. Imagine riding the ferry back to the city with a giant wet spot on his front. No, he had to do something about his predicament, and quickly.

But he’d intended to take things slowly with her. This was her first time being intimate with a man, and he absolutely didn’t want her worrying about him. Still, there was only so much a man could endure, and the gentle pressure of her fingers grazing over his erection was sending him over the edge.

“I do need something. I want you so much I can hardly stand it. But I don’t want to push things too far. I’ll give you a choice. I can go and take care of myself in the bathroom. It would be quick.” So quick. He’d never been so hard in his life.

“Or…” His conscience warred with his deep and insatiable hunger. Under no circumstances should he ask Constance to touch his cock. It was a bridge too far, and he knew it.

“Or what?”

“Or I can stay, and you can help me.” He couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. The thought of her hands on his flesh overrode all his better angels. And she was already touching it, even if not directly, so in a sense, his efforts to be noble were already a lost cause. He might as well give in.

She smiled and touched her nose to his, nuzzling, as she wrapped her hand around his hardened length. “I want to help, of course. Let me do for you what you did for me, though I’ll need you to show me how.”

The combination of her words and the gentle pressure of her hand snapped the last of his willpower. They were doing this, even though he was definitely going to hell for it.

He took her hand away from its teasing because he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming immediately. “Unbutton my shirt and union suit,” he said, placing her hand at his collar. “I want you to touch my chest.”

“I’d like that.” She kissed his neck and nibbled his ear before setting to work.

His male pride purred at her unabashed interest in his body. He loved how much she wanted him. Even in his fantasies, he’d hardly dared imagine her being so bold, but he reveled in it.