Listed: Volume III (15 page)

Emily
stuck her chin out, obviously misreading his expression. “But that fact is
irrelevant. I want this, Paul, and it doesn’t matter if I’ve had sex before or
not. It’s not like I haven’t had the chance. It just…it just never felt right.”

He
reached out to cup her cheek with one of his hands. “Are you sure it feels
right now?”

She
nodded. “I’m sure.” Then a teasing smile flickered briefly on her lips. “So, if
it’s not too much trouble and you don’t need another minute, will you please
make a move?”

He
leaned into a kiss, taking her head in both of his hands the way he had before.
But this time, he kept leaning forward, gently pushing her down onto her back
so she was sprawled out sideways on the bed.

She
twined her arms around his neck and held him tightly as she opened to his kiss
and arched up into his weight.

Paul
kept kissing her, pulsing with hunger and excitement. As they kissed, they
managed to adjust their position on the bed so their heads were near the
pillows, if not exactly on them, and their legs were on the bed all the way.

After
a few minutes, Paul’s mind was a hot blur, and Emily was squirming impatiently
beneath him. He finally released her mouth, hearing her gasp desperately as he
trailed his lips along her jaw and then down her throat until he’d found a
lovely hollow at the juncture of her neck and shoulders.

“Oh
God!” Emily gasped, clutching at his head as he applied suction to her skin.
She was trying to pump her hips against his weight, and she couldn’t seem to
hold herself still. “Paul!”

He
couldn’t help but be thrilled that she was so responsive, so eager already,
when he hadn’t gotten any farther than her throat. He’d always known she lived
her life passionately, letting herself go without inhibition when she felt it
was safe.

He
just couldn’t believe she was letting herself go this way with
him
.

His
arousal already tightening again, despite the relief he’d gotten a few minutes
earlier in the shower, Paul moved lower down her body, nuzzling the soft swell
of her breasts. She arched up into his mouth, and he brushed one of her nipples
with his lips through the cotton of her gown.

She
made a delicious breathy sound in response, so he did it again. And then again.
And then he took the very tight nipple between his lips.

She
sucked in a ragged breath and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck,
arching her spine even more.

Hotly
pleased by her response, he moved his mouth to her other breast, twirling the
nipples he’d just been sucking with his fingers as he teased the other one with
his mouth.

Emily
made a little sobbing sound, her head tossing on the pillow, mussing her hair.

He
pleasured her until she was writhing uncontrollably and trying to rub herself
against his thigh.

“Paul,
please,” she begged at last, her hands clutching desperately at his shoulders.
“I need…I need…”

He
knew what she needed. He lowered himself even farther down her body, stroking
down her belly and hips until he’d reached her thighs. Then he caressed his way
back up, pushing up the fabric of her gown as he did. He hooked his fingers in
the waistband of her underwear and pulled it down her legs.

Paul
stared down at her as he bared her intimately to his sight. Her belly was
mostly flat, with just a delicious little outward curve. It was shuddering with
her fast breathing. Her hips were as lush as he’d known them to be, and the
little strip of hair between her thighs seemed to be inviting him in.

He
realized he was breathing as rapidly as Emily was, and he was fully erect
again, the coiled pressure pulsing urgently.

He
suddenly hoped he’d be able to last long enough to please her.

“Paul?”
Emily prompted. “If you’re just going to stare, maybe I should resign myself to
taking care of my—”

“I’m
going to take care of you,” he interrupted, managing to angle a dry look at her
face. “Just give me a minute.”

“These
minutes are getting to be annoyingly long.” Her voice was wry, but her
expression was soft. He could also see some lingering shyness there, and he
knew he needed to be careful to not embarrass her, no matter how much he wanted
to gaze down at her luscious body and howl.

He
lowered his mouth, nuzzling between her thighs and suddenly overwhelmed by the
visceral scent of her desire .The noise that escaped his throat as her
fragrance hit his senses was so primal, almost animalistic, he couldn’t believe
it had come from him.

“Paul,”
Emily breathed. Her hips squirmed restlessly, and her hands had curved around
his head, tangling in his hair.

He
lifted his head to meet her eyes—saw she was torn between desire and
self-consciousness. The desire needed to win out, so he stroked her thighs
gently until she’d parted her legs for him. Then he slipped one of his hands in
between.

She
made a little sound when he touched her. She was warm and soft and slick. When
his finger slipped inside, his breath hitched as he realized how wet and ready
she was. For him.

He
pumped his finger a few times, causing her to respond in clumsy little bucks of
her hips. Then he pulled out his finger, now wet with her moisture, and
caressed her flesh until he’d found her clit.

She
rolled her pelvis and released a shuddering exhale of pleasure. She’d lifted
her head from the pillow and was staring down at him. “There, Paul, there!”

He
smiled up at her, losing his breath at the wild, hungry look in her eyes. Then
he slid one finger back inside her and lowered his mouth to nuzzle her again.

“Oh
God!” she gasped, as he started to pump his finger. She made a choked sound as
he joined the one finger with another.

She
was incredibly tight. So tight he was hit with a flicker of concern. He didn’t
want to hurt her, and he was afraid he was going to have to.

“Eh,”
she gasped again as he thrust the two fingers, curling them up slightly. She
was trying to ride his fingers with her hips, and her arms had flailed out to
the sides and were fisting the bedding.

Paul
teased her clit with his tongue, causing her to cry out in response.

Everything
about her was passionate and responsive and somehow
real
. Paul had never
experienced anything like it, never felt anything as utterly genuine.

All
of it was Emily, and she was giving all of it to
him
.

His
arousal throbbed dangerously as Emily’s motion grew more urgent. He closed his
lips around her clit and sucked hard.

She
came undone completely, crying out wordlessly and shuddering as orgasm took
her. He felt her clamp down hard around his two fingers. He kept pushing
against them and sucking her clit to extend her pleasure as long as he could.

He
was gasping as much as she was when her body finally started to soften, and he
was embarrassingly grateful that he’d managed not to come in his pants.

“Oh
my God,” Emily rasped, wiping what looked like a tear off her cheek. “Wow.”

He
raised himself up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and adjusted so
he was beside her again. He leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips.

She
grabbed his head and pulled him back into a much harder kiss. “That was…that
was incredible,” she murmured when she withdrew. “I had no idea it could be so
good.”

Paul
smiled, ludicrously pleased with this affirmation that he’d pleased her more
than anyone else ever had.

She
reached down and grabbed his left hand. Then raised it up to her mouth so she
could press a kiss on his palm and then on his wedding band. “I always knew I
had an exceptionally talented husband, but I had no idea it extended to
that
.”

He
couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why would you doubt me?”

 “I
never will again.” Her eyes darted down his body, where they rested on his
obvious arousal beneath his pajama pants. “Did you want me to do you now? I’m
not any sort of expert, but I can try my best.”

Paul
made a choked sound at the thought of Emily going down on him. His pelvis even
gave an involuntary little thrust. But he managed to say, “No. Not tonight.”
When she frowned, he explained, “That might be the end of it, and I thought you
wanted to have sex.”

“Oh.
I do.” She reached over and stroked his chest, almost hesitantly. “Honestly,
I’m kind of nervous.”

“Don’t
be,” he murmured gently, breathing deeply at the feel of her hands on his chest
and then moving lower to his belly. “I’ll make it as good for you as I can.”

“I
know you will.” Emily was smiling at him again, and her eyes reflected such
affection, such trust, he couldn’t comprehend it. “I’m so glad my first time’s
with you.”

Something
swelled in his chest at the words, at the thought that she wouldn’t rather be
doing this with someone else. He was momentarily paralyzed with the emotion—so
strong and aching he could barely recognize it.

Then
he realized Emily’s hands had reached the waistband of his pajama pants. “Can
I?” she asked softly, slanting him another hesitant look.

He
nodded and helped her as she started to pull down his pants, gently bypassing
the prominence of his erection.

Emily
stared down at him.

Paul
felt an irrational wave of self-consciousness himself at her unwavering gaze.
According to other women he’d been with, his anatomy was nothing to be ashamed
of, but Emily was the woman who mattered to him most.

Her
eyes moved up to his face. “Can I?”

He
realized she was asking permission to touch him. Not trusting his voice to
speak, he just nodded as he had before. He held himself very still as she
reached out to gently brush the hard length of him with her soft fingers.

The
light stimulation fired off thousands of nerve endings, sending shudders of
pleasure through his entire body. He had to fight not to thrust into her hands.

She
seemed mesmerized by her exploration of his body. Paul tensed his muscles so he
could remain rigidly controlled in order to allow her to continue.

But
when her fingers slipped down to his balls, he made a choked sound and pulled
her hand away. “I’m sorry,” he said thickly. “You better stop.”

She
looked surprised, but then her eyes moved from his tense, sweating face to his
erection. “Oh,” she said, hiding a little smile, “Sorry.”

Her
expression made him feel fond, almost tender. The emotion was such a contrast
to his physical condition that Paul momentarily lost control of both of them.

He
breathed deeply until he’d restrained his impulses, and then he gently rolled
Emily onto her back. “You ready?” he asked, praying she’d say yes because he
just wasn’t going to last much longer.

She
nodded, her eyes wide and a little anxious.

Paul
leaned down to kiss her and was relieved when she relaxed into the kiss,
wrapping her arms around him and spreading her legs to make room for him
between them.

He
really didn’t know the best way to do this. He didn’t think he’d had sex with a
virgin before, unless it had been in his teenage years when he’d been too
stupid to realize it.

As
he kissed her, he slid one hand between her legs again, relieved to discover
she was still very wet. He slipped two fingers inside her as he had before, but
this time he pushed against her inner walls in an attempt to stretch them as
much as he could.

Emily
seemed to like the feeling, since she tried to ride his fingers in shameless
little pumps.

He
lost concentration for sustaining the kiss, and their lips broke apart. Emily
was making more of those breathless sounds of pleasure, and Paul braced himself
above her, his face very close to hers as he thrust into her with his fingers.

“Paul,
please,” Emily gasped at last. “I
want
you. I want
you
.”

With
a rough sound, he pulled his hand from between her thighs. Then he repositioned
his knees and gently massaged Emily’s thighs and bottom. “It might hurt, Emily.”

“I
know. It’s okay.” She gazed up at him with that affection, that absolute trust
on her face. “I’m ready.”

So,
bone-deep desire and something even stronger coursing through his body with his
blood, Paul lined up his erection at her entrance. He licked his lips and
braced himself with one arm straightened above her.

He
nudged at her gently with the tip, and she raised her hips slightly, trying to
meet him.

He
penetrated her about an inch, sucking in his breath at the feel of her
tightness him, even so shallowly. His body was so tense it was almost shaking.

“It’s
okay, Paul. I’m not made of glass. Just do it.”

So
he did. He reangled, went deeper, reangled again. Then thrust home.

Both
he and Emily made hoarse groans at the full penetration. She felt so good, so hot,
so wet, so tight around him that it was almost more than he could bear.