She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down. She felt a burning hunger inside of her. It was a sensation she’d not experienced before, and it confused her. In some ways she felt as if she were starving—as if her life would never be complete if they didn’t do this.
Jamal shifted slightly and rested his hand on her stomach. She felt each fingertip where it lightly touched her sensitized skin. When his hand began to move in a slow circle on her belly, she jumped a little, then clutched at him. She was glad he was kissing her because otherwise she would probably be making shrieky noises and they would be serious mood-breakers.
“Touch me,” he murmured against her mouth. “I’ll die if you don’t.”
His words shocked her. Intellectually she knew that he was likely to enjoy their lovemaking, but she doubted she would be able to compare with the ever-perfect Yasmin. But to think that her touching Jamal actually mattered was more than she’d hoped.
She moved her hand from his shoulder, down his arm. She explored the inside of his elbow, then retraced her path to discover his neck and the curve of his ear. She’d been about to slip her fingers into his hair when his hand began to move. It had been circling and circling while his tongue teased her mouth, but now those very masculine fingers were reaching up…toward her br**sts.
She longed for that. She remembered how wonderful it had been the last time he’d touched her there. She hadn’t known her body was capable of such pleasure. Just the thought of it made her ni**les tighten in anticipation.
“How lovely you are,” he breathed against her lips. “I want to touch you all over. I want to hold you and kiss you and taste every part of you.”
Taste?Her? The thought boggled her mind. Then his hand closed over her breast, and she couldn’t think. It was too lovely. The melting, the heating, the way her belly flared with liquid desire and her thighs trembled. All of her trembled. She had the strangest urge to let her legs fall open so he could touch her there even though she suspected her thoughts were wildly inappropriate.
Still that hand on her breast was five kinds of magic. He explored her slowly, as if learning her curves. She no longer thought of being naked before him. Actually, she couldn’t think of anything at all. There were only the feelings he created in her and the wonder of their being together.
He slipped a finger back and forth against the underside of her br**sts, then moved up a little until he could caress her nipple. The exquisite sensation literally dragged her up from the bed. She found herself clinging to him, uttering sounds that weren’t even words but were meant to insist that he must never stop.
Jamal moved his head slightly, breaking their kiss. He left a damp trail down her jaw and neck. Before she knew what was happening, he’d drawn her nipple between his lips and was licking the tight point. Licking it!
Fire shot through her. She dug her heels into the bed as she arched up again. She found herself cupping his head, holding on to him, writhing, needing. It was terrifying. It was wonderful.
He continued to pleasure her br**sts, moving from one to the other. At the same time, his free hand slipped down her belly. Without her being aware of giving a command, her legs parted. Shivers rippled through her. She was afraid and yet oddly ready for whatever he was going to do. Then he moved into the waiting dampness.
No one had ever touched her there. No man had explored her most secret places. She’d rarely thought about that part of intimacy, but when she had, she’d assumed it would be horrible. After all, she’d been the one wishing for a mental and spiritual marriage, rather than one with physical intimacy. Now she found she might have misjudged the situation.
She loved the feel of him against her. She loved the way he moved slowly, yet with a sureness that eased her fears. He teased, circling around, then found the deep passage that would take him later.
When a single finger entered her, she felt a slight jolt deep inside. He withdrew, then went in again. The jolt was stronger, the promise of something she needed. He cupped her with his whole hand, then pressed down slightly. Something inside quivered and made her jump.
“What is this?” Jamal asked, his voice muffled against her br**sts. “What have I found?”
“I—I don’t know.”
Heidi didn’t know. She had a clue about a small place that was supposed to be very nice when touched but it was, like the rest of her, virgin territory.
He drew his hand up until his fingertips rested against the protective folds of her damp flesh. Then he went exploring. He slipped back and forth, discovering the places that made her sigh and hold on tighter. Then he touched one very special spot. Without wanting to, Heidi dug her heels into the mattress and thrust her hips upward.
“Yes,” she moaned as he returned his mouth to hers.
He continued to touch her most private place. He pressed lightly, moving quickly in a rhythm designed to make her die from the glory of it all. His deep kisses drank in her moans. She clutched at him, needing to feel all of him close to her. She rubbed her hands up and down his back then pressed her palm flat against him, then found a tiny tight nipple so similar to her own that she couldn’t help touching him the way he’d touched her. She brushed her fingers against the spot.
Against her thigh, something hard jumped. She felt it again and was pleased that he wanted her so much. Then she couldn’t think at all because the fingers between her thighs continued to move. Air disappeared from her lungs, but it didn’t matter because she was dying anyway. She had to be dying. It was impossible to feel this much and still live.