Blair let out a low-pitched scream, her lower body arching to meet his as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive nub, over and over, before doing the same to its twin. Her hands fisted on his shoulders, squeezing tight. He’d bear the marks of her fingernails, he was certain, and the thought brought a smile to his lips.
Draco continued to unbutton her dress, finally baring her skimpy lace panties to view. He cupped her, pressing his palm against her, discovering her wetness, her heat. She squirmed against him and suddenly he could play with her no longer.
His plan to make slow, leisurely love to her would have to wait until another time. A time, perhaps, when the very essence of her didn’t drive him crazy with need. He ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying, desperate to feel the texture of her skin against his, then lowered his chest to contact hers. But there was still the barrier of her bra. He gently coaxed her up, sliding the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, and with deft fingers reached behind her to unsnap her bra.
Tiny goose bumps raised on her skin as he peeled it away.
“Are you certain you want this?” Draco asked, his voice as coarse as gravel. She could refuse him now, and he’d manage to hold back.
“I want this. I want…you.”
Her words were his undoing. Blair knotted her fingers in his hair and dragged his face down to hers, and he groaned into her mouth as their skin touched, as her nipples pressed against his skin, as their warmth commingled and combined to ignite into a need for more.
Her hands slid down his back, squeezing and kneading his muscles, as if she couldn’t get quite enough of him. Then they were at the waistband of his pants, un-buckling his belt with a dexterity he doubted he was still capable of, and sliding the zipper open, pushing the fabric down over his buttocks.
He flexed against her then. He could no longer hold himself back. To his eternal frustration, they each still bore a layer preventing him from reaching his goal. Draco drew up onto his knees and eased her panties off her. God, she was so beautiful, dappled with sunlight and shadows. A knot built up in his chest. He hesitated a moment longer, drinking in the sheer joy of her glory, then his desire asserted itself once more. Dispensing with his footwear and clothes took but a second.
Blair’s legs fell apart as he knelt between them and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Tell me again that you’re certain.”
“Draco, please. I want this. I want this so much.”
“Then I shall give you what you want,” he growled.
He reached beneath her buttocks, angling her hips to meet his, then slowly—ever so slowly—allowed his length to penetrate her heat. As he did so, his eyes met hers and held them, the intimacy of their look lending a new poignancy to his possession of her body. Her eyes widened as he slid deeper, still taking his time, until he was buried within her.
Sweat beaded on his upper body as he fought to control the urge to plunder her. But he forced himself to hold back, to make this last as long as humanly possible.
Blair wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him to her, and rocking her pelvis gently against him. He shook with the effort of staying still, of concentrating on the sensation of her movements, of the clench and release of her inner muscles. Over and over, until he was nearly mindless with passion.
His hands gripped her hips and he surged back, before sliding home again. He’d never felt this way with another woman. Never experienced this sense of vulnerability or level of need before in his life. Instinct overtook reason, as he set up a rhythm calculated to drive them both to shattering completion.
His climax ripped through him just as he began to feel her body tighten and bow beneath his, and he gave himself over to the waves of pleasure that pulsed between them. His whole body shook as he lay down beside Blair, pulling her body up and over his so they could remain joined for just that moment longer. She sagged against him, her heart beating furiously against his chest, her breathing as ragged as his own.
This is life, he thought, as he smoothed his hand down her back and cupped her buttocks, pulling her tight against his body, as if they could stay like this forever. This is living. Anything else he’d done before today, before this moment, had merely been a rehearsal.
They dozed together in the sunshine, oblivious to all but the slowing of their breath, the even rhythm of their heartbeats, the languorous warmth enveloping them. But even so, a darkness hovered on the periphery of Draco’s thoughts. It was Blair’s determination to return to New Zealand once the baby was born.
No matter how perfect their physical union , she had no intention of staying, of creating a family with him. He’d had to threaten her precious restaurant before she would agree to come home with him. The reminder was sobering and took an edge off the pleasure that had saturated his senses.