reclined and watched through hooded eyes as Cyn began to remove his clothing.
Without hurry, he removed his polo shirt off over his head, seeming to enjoy her rapt attention.
She admired his broad shoulders, muscular arms and flat taut stomach. The trail of light hair that led from the ripples to disappear into the juncture below definitely begged for exploration.
When he took off his pants, she licked her lips as need coursed through her. He was more than ready, a bead of liquid glistened on the tip of his erection.
He was perfection.
More bewitching than any portrait on canvas, Emma lay on his bed, her hot gaze consuming him. Her enticing chest moved up and down with each inhalation. Her body stunned him. For a small woman, she was just right — her breasts, full and supple and her legs went on forever.
Cyn enjoyed the sight of Emma’s aroused state and took his time moving closer. He stood beside the bed and held his hands out to her. When she took them, he drew her up to a kneeling position. He kissed her again, and began to caress her breasts, his thumbs circling the pert tips. He watched the changing expressions on her beautiful face.
He pinched each peak, not enough to hurt, and elicited a throaty moan. His breathing hitched at the affect of his touch. Emma made a stunning sight with her head thrown back, eyes closed and those pouty lips parted.
Totally lost in the moment.
He wanted her with such intensity. Almost too much. Every fiber of his being cried out for release — a primal instinct to bury himself inside her and thrust until both were spent. He wanted just as badly to take it slow and enjoy her.
He lifted her face and took her mouth with ravenous desperation.
She began to caress him with uncertain and timid movements. Every inch of his skin reacted like each nerve was on fire. Her touches triggered a path of heat that shot through him.
Emma was a contradiction. Inexperienced, almost as if he was her first lover. At the same time, she proved bold in her desire to explore his body.
Even after hundreds of years and many sexual encounters, tonight with her felt extraordinary.
Cyn trailed his tongue down her throat while he slid his hands around to cup her butt. When he held her against him, an avalanche of desire made it hard to suppress a moan at the incredible feel of her body against his.
He closed his eyes to more fully enjoy the myriad of sensations that coursed through him. Her hands traveled from his shoulders down his back to his butt and thighs. She caressed and kneaded his skin and at the same time trailed hot kisses from his throat to his chest. Her tongue darted and circled his nipple and he damn near lost it.
At this point he wanted to throw her back on the bed and ram into her hard and fast, but he held back and enjoyed her discovery of his body.
It’d been too long since he’d had sex. He was about to embarrass himself.
Her hands moved to his hips and she began to suckle the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He inhaled sharply and constricted his muscles. He couldn’t take much more.
Cyn lifted her flushed face up to him.
“You’ve got to stop,” he told her, his voice gruff.
He continued at the same unhurried pace she’d set and unclipped her bra. His breath quickened at the sight of her firm breasts. He then pushed her panties off. She kicked them away.
She was soft curves and enticing skin that glowed with a light sheen of perspiration laid bare for his pleasure.
The woman was amazing.
His took a moment to admire the sight of her stretched before him.
She blushed and turned her face.
“You surprise me,” he told her.
Her widened eyes flew to his. “Why?”
“You are bold and shy at the same time. I find it fascinating.”
“I find you enthralling too,” she replied, staring boldly.
They sunk into the bed together.
Finally .
Emma wanted to moan when he rolled on top of her and his arms closed around her. When his lips crushed hers,