God, where had he learned to do that?
But she could wait no longer. For the first time in her life she needed a man like she needed air but the only one she wanted was this man, her husband, who had taken it slow, pleasing her first so that she would want him even more.
“Please, Sloane. Now…” She moaned and reached down for him.
But still, he would not release her from the tantalizing spell he’d cast. After giving her one last lingering kiss he slid his lips up her body, his breath tickling her skin as he went, and paused to lick the hollow of her navel.
She sighed and reached for him again. He ignored her.
Next, he feathered kisses up and over her ribs and then he was circling her br**sts, the left and then the right, until she thought she would die from the sheer torture of it.
This time she grabbed his head in both hands and he had no choice but to follow as she dragged his face up and over the stiff peak of her nipple. He lowered his lips and sucked the bud deep into his mouth, putting her out of her misery and drawing a deep groan from her throat.
“Yes,” she half sighed, half sobbed. “Oh, yes.”
When he slid over to the other breast and administered the same treatment to her throbbing nipple she moaned and her arms went up involuntarily and she hugged him to her.
At long last, Sloane slid his body up and over her and settled his h*ps between her legs. He dipped his head to lick the top of her ear, sending fresh new shivers down her spine, then he whispered, “Are you ready, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Are you sure?” he pressed her, giving her ear another lick, driving all sane thought from her mind.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “I want you so bad.”
“Then you may have me.” He slid his mouth across her cheek and captured her lips in a kiss so filled with passion that it drove everything except his kiss from her mind. All she could do was feel him, taste him, drink him in.
And then, as her mind spun down into the whirlpool of desire, Sloane sank into her, slowly but steadily, filling her with that part of himself that she craved so badly.
For a moment he went still, never releasing her from his kiss, but waiting for her to adjust to his invasion. And then, when her body began to relax and she began to move under him, making her desire plain, he began to move too, stroking rhythmically then thrusting into her as she moaned.
And this time her moans were soft and sensual, trembling with pleasure as he slid in and out, stroking her, feeding the fire that burned inside. This time her moans were not from pain but from a mounting tension, a sweet sensual sensation building inside her as he slid his manhood into her core.
“That’s it, honey. Just relax. Move with me.”
His whispers were soft and soothing, surprisingly gentle as he made love to her, letting her follow his every move, matching the rhythm of his h*ps to hers.
And then he shifted position, angling his h*ps so that with each thrust his pelvic bone stroked her clitoris, sending sparks shooting up her body.
“Ooh,” she hissed as the sensation swept through her.
And still he kept on thrusting, and stroking, and sweeping her up in a swirling cloud of ecstasy.
And then a ball of fire began to build in her nether region, burgeoning and billowing till it burst in a volcanic eruption that shook her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Melanie screamed. She clutched Sloane’s shoulders and clung to him as she cried out his name.
Sloane stayed still, bracing himself over her as her body continued to shake as she pulsated around his manhood nestled deep inside her.
It took several seconds, almost an entire minute, before Melanie’s gasping ceased and her breathing slowed. Only then did she release her hold on Sloane and only then did she open her tear-filled eyes to stare up into his gray ones.
“Sloane,” she said in a hoarse whisper, her eyes wide with wonder, “what did you do to me? That was…wonderful.” And, to her mortification, more tears came, sliding from the corners of her eyes to roll into her hair.
He smiled down at her and she could see that he was pleased. He bent his head to give her a soft peck on the forehead. “Was it good for you?”
“It was more than good,” she breathed. “It was…I can’t even find the words to describe it. It was out of this world.” She reached up to touch his cheek. “Sloane, for the first time in my life I actually had an orgasm.” She gave him a grateful smile. “I can’t believe this is what I was missing all this time.”
Sloane’s eyes widened then he frowned. “The first time? Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious,” she said, nodding. “I had no idea sex could be this good.” Then she gave him an impish grin. “I want to do it again.”
He laughed then. “No problem, honey. Any time you want, but no more for now. You’re new to this so I want you to take it slow, at least for now.”
“I’m not new,” she growled.
“Shh,” he whispered and put a finger on her lips. “To me, you are. You’re practically a virgin. Now get some rest.”
And with those words he eased himself off her and rolled over to lay beside her.
And that was when she looked down and saw him, stiff and red and standing at attention.
Melanie gasped and her eyes flew to his face. “Sloane, you didn’t come. I thought-”
“Shh,” he whispered again as he reached up to pull her down into the crook of his arm. “I’ll be all right. Remember,” he said as he stroked her arm, “we have three more nights on the island. Plenty of time for us to work up a sweat.”
At his words, Melanie shivered. But it was a good kind of shiver, a shiver of pure anticipation.
Because, if the next three nights were going to be anything like this one, she could hardly wait.
CHAPTER NINE
Sloane slammed the ball across the net and watched as Patrick dove to reach it.
No such luck. The spinning ball flew past his racquet to land just inside the white line and then it bounced up and away.
“It's over”, Sloane yelled and raised his hands in victory as Patrick threw down his racquet and stalked off the court. The guy was practically throwing a tantrum. All that was left was for him to throw himself on the ground and start screaming like a two-year old. But that was Patrick.