Free Virtue and Vice by Kimberly Brody

freed, but he gritted his teeth, holding himself in check. There’d be plenty of time for his pleasure, later. 
    Drifting his hand over her flat belly, he drew light circles around her navel with his fingers, delighting in the soft gasps escaping her lips. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of running his fingers through the damp curls between her legs. The touch ignited her. She bit down on his lip and he growled, pressing her head back with the force of his kiss as he ground his palm against the juncture of her thighs. The cry that escaped her lips was so primal, urging him on.
    Suddenly her hands were everywhere. She laced her fingers through his hair, tugging almost painfully, sliding them down his front and under his shirt. She pushed it up as she explored his body. He almost lost control when she flicked her fingernail against his nipple.
    Little hellcat! He’d be the one to control this encounter, her pleasure. There’d be time enough for her to take control another time, now was about his domination of her . He slid his hands up her arms, bringing both of her wrists together above her head, pinning them there in one of his hands. She twisted against the captivity but went still when he returned his free hand between her legs. She arched upwards as his finger stroked her slick folds, coating his finger in dewy moisture as he explored her flesh with leisure. She was so hot, so wet, and his shaft jumped, longing to take the place of his finger.
    When his seeking fingers found her swollen nub she went still beneath him. He teased without mercy, pulling back from her mouth to watch her face as he traced the delicate spot, applying more and more pressure as he sped his movements, learning exactly which caresses drove her wild. Her eyes shut and her mouth parted. Her breathing became shallow and unsteady. She was reaching the precipice, ready to go over the edge with the smallest nudge.
    Without stopping the circular movement, he slid his middle finger into her tight sheath and she exploded around him, crying out so loudly that birds flew from the trees. Her head thrashed from side to side as her body pulsed around him. The sheer beauty of her climax mesmerized him. The look of awe in her eyes was like that of a woman experiencing release for the first time, and he swelled with pride and gladness to be the one who’d pleasured her so. He had given her that. Her body continued to weep around his fingers as he softened his strokes until her convulsing slowed, then finally stopped. 
    Releasing her hands from above her head, he pressed a kiss to her lips. She was magnificent. The moment she recovered her breath, he would slide inside her beautiful, welcoming body, and bring her an even more intense release.
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    Awe filled Izzy. Never in all her imaginings had she ever thought being made love to could feel so incredible. Her body was sated and languid; she couldn’t have lifted a limb if her life depended on it. And they’d only just begun!
    Julian smiled down at her with such tenderness, his grey eyes soft, and something in her heart turned over, hard. The languorousness faded and she reached for him, sliding her arms around his neck, luxuriating in the feel of his raven hair between her fingers before pulling his head down so she could meld her mouth to his in wordless appreciation. His kiss was hot, possessive, and need flared between them all over again. He covered her with his body, supporting his weight with his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his back, feeling the muscles jump beneath her seeking hands. His hardness pressed against the juncture of her thighs, the only barrier between them the breeches he still wore.
    Just as she gathered the courage to reach down and release him from the bondage of his garment, a thrashing came from the trees, along with the faint cry of “Izzy!”
    That sounds like Belinda!
    She gasped and struggled beneath Julian to extricate herself from his embrace, whispering, “I