His moan joined hers, and then she was coming, her body shuddering, her legs squeezing. Her sex clenched him, each ripple of her cl**ax riding the hard length of his shaft and adding amazing layers to her orgasm.
“Limos.” He gasped her name, and his entire body stiffened and jerked. Thˀnd jerkee tendons in his neck stood out in stark ecstasy as hot jets pulsed inside her.
Together they rode the frenzied storm, their straining bodies finding a rhythm with equal give and take, the way she’d always imagined being with a man. When the tempest passed, it was as if Arik’s bones had turned to rubber, and he collapsed on top of her. They lay there in the aftermath, panting, sweating, and yes, this had been so worth waiting for.
“Well?” Arik rasped. “Was it all it’s cracked up to be?”
She grinned. “If you’re asking if it was good, it was.” She lost the smile. “You believe me, right?”
He rolled to the side to keep from squishing her, though in truth, she hadn’t minded his weight. “Sweetheart, I’ll never doubt you again.”
“Then I want you to know that I’m glad it was you.” She angled herself toward him and cupped his cheek. “I know it wasn’t by choice that I had to wait for my first time, but I’m glad it happened that way.”
He rubbed his face against her palm like a purring cat. “Well, now you have a lot to make up for.”
“Mmm. I can’t wait.” She smoothed her hand down his chest and over his abs. Lower… lower, and she was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was ready to get started.
He groaned. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
“I think you can handle it.” She rubbed his shaft, loving how it was swelling at her touch. “I have faith in your ability to satisfy my every need.”
“Is that so.”
“It’s so.” Throwing her leg over him, she pushed up so she was straddling him, and he watched her with half-lidded, curious eyes. “Arik?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
His hands slid up her calves to her thighs, leaving tingles in their wake. “For what?”
“For turning my wildest dreams into reality.”
One eyebrow raised, and he got a naughty gleam in his eye. “Wildest? Because I can tell you that we haven’t even begun to get wild.”
She shivered with appreciation. “Then what are we waiting for?”
In a surprisingly quick motion, Arik gripped her waist and flipped her, coming down on her back with his mouth to her ear. “We’re not waiting another minute.” His teeth clamped down on her earlobe, and she sucked air at the tiny pinch of pain. “You ready?”
“Ready,” she breathed. She had, after all, been waiting for this for five thousand years.
And it had been worth every minute.
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