The Driven Snowe by Cathy Yardley Page A

uphigher on his hips, trying to take more of him in. He resisted. She’d gotten enough teasing in tonight. Now, it was his turn.
    He backed out, then reentered, barely going deeper, stroking at her entrance, circling and returning. She was breathing hard, making incoherent noises of frustration and need. Finally, she opened her eyes.
    â€œJosh, I want you inside me,” she pleaded.
    He smiled. “You have me inside you.” He pressed in a little more. “Just a bit.”
    â€œI want all of you inside me,” she countered. “I want to feel you pushing against me, deep. Please!”
    He pushed in a little further, then retreated. The effort was almost killing him…her moist warmth was tight as a glove around him, and he could feel every ripple of her body. At this point, if he pushed in full he was afraid he would lose his mind and just give in to mindless passion. She was still too new, too tender…
    With a growl of frustration, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him all the way inside of her. She let out a harsh rasp of triumph, and he felt his control dissipate like smoke. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and her fingers roughly raked down his back before clenching at his hips. He withdrew, then plunged into her, making sure each thrust angled him against her pleasure spot, circling slightly to make sure her clitoris got just as much attention. She’s so tight, she’s so…she’s perfect.
    She was meeting his every thrust with a cry of pleasure, and a slight twist of her own that made her body pulse and clench around him. “Josh…I’m…I’m coming….” she breathed, and he increased his speed. Suddenly, she let out a low, rippling cry. “Josh!”
    He felt the change in her body, and suddenly the pressure on his erection increased. He felt the waves caress him, and it sent his own system over. He groaned, and jerked against her, feeling his own orgasm rip through him like a gunshot.
    She let out another cry, to his shock, and the wave redoubled…and to his amazement, he jerked again, a reverberation of his first orgasm.
    They lay there for what seemed like a long time, her legs still tight around his waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck. After pulling himself together, he leaned up on one arm. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her eyes were closed. Her bangs were plastered against her forehead. He pushed them out of the way, then ran a gentle finger down her cheek and along her neck. Then he kissed her, just as tenderly. When he stopped, he saw her eyes open, rich as chocolate.
    â€œWas that as fantastic as I thought it was?” she asked, in a breathy whisper.
    It was more fantastic, he thought, than he would have expected…and in some ways, more than he’d like to admit. “Not bad…for a second time,” he said, then laughed as she glared at him. “Angela, it was incredible for me, too.”
    She smiled, not the devilish smiles she’d tempted him with, but an angelic smile of gratitude. “Thank you.”
    He remembered the first time she’d said that…how it had thrown him a little. “No, Angela,” he said, kissing her again. “Thank you. ”
    He carefully withdrew from her. “I’m going to get you a towel,” he said.
    He went to the bathroom, cleaning himself off. She was right…that had been incredible. And it was just thebeginning. He’d rushed, and he hadn’t meant to. Next time, he’d be slower, more thorough. At this rate, she’d think that every time was a speed race. And he’d get her into the bedroom, too. She probably shouldn’t have sex again tonight—despite her enthusiasm and her obvious desire, she was bound to be sore—but there were other ways of enjoying each other, and he had hours yet to get her to agree to his six-month proposal.
    He brought back a hand towel for her, then