What? How was she supposed to know where she wanted him? Before Judith could determine what he wanted of her, Piers pried the fingers of one of her hands loose from the table and directed it to the back of his head. The other hand soon followed suit of its own accord. She laced her fingers through his hair and held on for dear life until she burst from the inside out again.
FOUR
Judith was glorious when she came, her eyes rolling back in exquisite agony, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was a sight he could never imagine tiring of. Piers watched her float back to earth after her climax as he undressed. He was so hard, so desperate to be inside her, it was a miracle he hadn’t spent himself already.
When he’d divested himself of every article, he returned to the settee and pulled his petite wife onto him, straddling him as she had earlier. Piers reached between their bodies and guided his cock inside her.
Her eyes widened. “Like this?” she asked him with an awestruck tone.
God, yes, like this. Like he’d dreamed of it at night for the last four years. Like he’d imagined it in far too many waking moments. He gritted his teeth and nodded, incapable of speech just then.
Judith braced her arms on his shoulders and lowered onto him slowly. She was so wet, so ready for him, even his girth seemed to give her no problems this time as she stretched to accommodate him. After a moment, she’d dropped all the way onto him, taking him fully inside. Piers groaned in delicious agony at the tight fit. He’d never even attempted such a thing before, sure she couldn’t possibly adjust to his size.
“ You’re all right?” he somehow managed to ask.
She didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead, she began to move over him, lifting and dropping her hips in a rhythm all her own, much as she’d done earlier when he’d fingered her. With each movement, her full breasts jostled and shook. He allowed his eyes to feast on them, using his hands to steady her hips.