N. Walters - Legacy Found

She lost all sense of time as James touched her. The sheets were rapidly warming up or maybe it was her skin heating them. She was hot. Needy. Wanting.

Before, she’d always been made to feel ashamed of these feelings. But with James they were natural. Right.

Driven by some deep instinct, she let her fingers trail through his hair, her nails teasing his scalp. He gave a low growl of pleasure. Encouraged, she ran her fingers over the thick cords of his neck and down to his wide shoulders. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers.

James might not have the bulky build of some men, but he was all hard, lean, ropy muscle. She felt his biceps, marveling at how big they were.

There was no doubt in her mind that James was incredibly strong. But for the first time in her life, she didn’t fear a male’s strength. Right or wrong, she trusted him not to use his strength against her.

James raised his head, his golden eyes watchful. “I want to touch you between your legs.”

His blunt words frightened her even as they aroused her. She swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and nodded. She wanted this.

“The words, Shelley. Give me the words,” he insisted. She knew then he wouldn’t go forward unless she voiced her wants.

“Touch me. There.” She was almost breathless by the time she finished. Her heart was racing so fast and her breathing was increasing. If she weren’t careful, she’d pass out.

“Breathe with me,” James commanded. He placed one of her hands against his heart and took a deep breath. “In and out.”

“I’m okay,” she insisted. “I’m not having a panic attack.”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a sexy grin. “No. Then it must be arousal.”

The man was blatantly sexual, not afraid to say or do anything. Shelley could feel heat creeping up her cheeks. She couldn’t speak, but nodded.

James rolled off the mattress and tossed the covers down to the foot of the bed. Shelley felt exposed even though the only parts of her showing were her feet and her breasts. The long sleeves of the dress even covered her arms all the way to her wrists.

She was glad for that. She was self-conscious about her body. She was too thin and her skin bore the scars from her years of imprisonment. They were mostly on her back, but still, it wasn’t something she wanted James to see. Not now. Not ever.

James eased back down onto the bed beside her and slowly began to raise her dress. The fabric slid up her calves, over her knees and thighs. He didn’t stop until it was bunched around her waist, leaving her exposed from the waist down.

He eased her legs apart and knelt between her thighs. “I can smell your heat.”

She turned her head away, uncomfortable that he could smell her reaction to him.

“Look at me.” His voice was gentle, but she knew he’d sit there forever if she didn’t do as he asked.

She met his gaze and waited.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He stroked his hands up and down her thighs, coming closer to the apex with each pass. “What’s happening to you is totally natural. You’re a beautiful female and you’re attracted to me as I am to you.”

It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying as his fingers teased the creases at the tops of her thighs where her legs and torso met.

“It’s mutual want. Mutual desire.” He slid his fingers through her pubic hair.

She swallowed hard as his hand continued lower.

“This is about both of us finding enjoyment in your sexual pleasure.” He stroked his fingers over the hot, slick folds of her pussy. A long, low moan spilled from her mouth. Every cell in her body seemed to be tense. Waiting.

“Open your legs and let me taste you.”

She could hear the desire, the need in his voice. It tightened her throat and made her chest ache. Wanting to give him as much as she could, she slid her legs apart, opening herself to him.

James’s chest heaved. His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. She knew his jeans couldn’t be comfortable at all. But she wasn’t ready to take that final step. Not yet.

She nibbled on her bottom lip. Should she put a halt to this? It wasn’t fair to James.

Before she could decide, he settled on his stomach between her thighs and licked up one side of her labia and down the other. Her hips bowed off the bed and a strangled cry broke from her throat.

Heat washed over her and her channel began to throb a primal rhythm.

“You taste sweet and salty and sexy.” James made almost a purring sound against her sex as he lapped at her swollen folds again and again. “I could spend all night eating your pussy.”

A bead of sweat rolled down her temple. Her nipples were hard, tight nubs stabbing at the air. Shelley longed to rip her dress off but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

James caught the nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs between his lips and sucked. Shelley cried out, her sex spasming. She felt as though she might explode.

As if knowing exactly what she needed, James slid one thick finger into her tight channel. Her wet sheath clutched at it even as he withdrew and plunged in again.

Shelley started to pump her hips, chanting, “James, James,” over and over. He thrust his finger in and out, continuing to tease and suck her clit.

Everything inside her clenched. Hard. Then pleasure exploded through her. Her hips bucked. Her inner muscles spasmed around his finger. She threw back her head and released a cry that sounded more like a howl, but she didn’t care. She’d never felt anything like this.

Sex had been mostly quick and painful in her life. It had given her some measure of relief when she was in heat. But never had it been like this. It overwhelmed her senses, leaving her flying through the air, never wanting to come back down.

Nothing this wondrous could last and eventually she realized James had removed his hand from between her legs and was sitting beside her, watching her.

He smiled. “You okay?”

She wiggled her toes as she thought about it. Was she okay? That was such a pallid word for what she was feeling. Overwhelmed. Incredible. Afraid. Exhilarated.

“I’m okay.” She licked her lips, still trying to catch her breath and quiet her racing heart. “How about you?” Now that was a stupid question. The man had a huge ridge in the front of his jeans.

“I’m perfect.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift.”

She brought her eyebrows together in a frown. “But you did everything.”

He shook his head. “No, you gave me your trust and the beauty of your orgasm.” He licked his finger. “You taste sweet and hot.”

She flushed but didn’t look away. It was pointless to be embarrassed after what they’d just done.

James gently eased the skirt of her dress over her legs before he buttoned the front. The material brushed against her breasts, drawing a low moan from her. Her nipples were still extremely sensitive.

He hesitated for a moment, as though he might say something, but then he shook himself and stood. The muscles of his chest gleamed with sweat and his abs rippled as he moved. “I need to take a shower. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Feeling slightly bereft, she nodded. What else could she do? Of course he needed a shower after all day. “Sure.”

James turned and headed to the bathroom. Shelley didn’t realize she was holding her breath until the door closed. She released the pent-up breath with a whoosh and stared up at the ceiling. Her body was like a live wire, sated but still aroused.

She brought her hands up and cupped her breasts through her dress. It felt good but nowhere near as good as when James had touched her. Sighing, she dropped her hands back to her sides, tensing when the shower came on in the other room.