Seb groaned as Emma’s fingers fumbled with his waistband. She was beautiful, lying beneath him looking just the slightest bit dishevelled. He resisted the urge to rip his trousers down himself, knowing the anticipation would only make things better.
Eventually Emma unfastened enough of the buttons to pull his trousers down over his hips. Seb quickly pulled them all the way off then paused as he caught the look in Emma’s eyes.
‘It won’t fit,’ she said.
Seb chuckled. ‘Thank you for the compliment, but I can assure you it will fit.’
Emma shook her head in disbelief.
Knowing he still had to be gentle with her, even though this wasn’t technically her first time, Seb lowered his head and covered her mouth with his own. Softly he kissed her, tracing her lower lip with his tongue and gently catching it between his teeth. Slowly Emma started to writhe beneath him again, unconsciously thrusting her hips up to meet his.
He could feel his hardness pressing against her and ached to be buried deep inside her, but Seb knew Emma deserved more than that. She deserved passion and gentle lovemaking. And he was determined to give her something she would remember for ever, something to wipe away the pain that lowlife had caused her when he’d abandoned her all those years ago.
‘Sebastian.’ Emma moaned his name in his ear. He didn’t know if it was an entreaty for more or just a moan of pleasure.
He dipped his head and peppered kisses over her breasts, capturing one nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue until Emma begged for mercy. She was thrusting her hips up to meet his with such rhythm and force now Seb knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted her, but more than that he needed her.
Gently he pulled away and looked into Emma’s eyes.
‘This might hurt,’ he said quietly.
He felt her tense underneath him, her hips freezing mid thrust; a look of panic flooded into her eyes.
Silently Seb cursed Freddie the lowlife for giving her such a bad experience. Emma was a passionate woman, but here she was frozen at the idea of him entering her.
Seb looked deep into her eyes and knew he had to fix this. He had to show her not all men were like her ex-fiancé.
‘Relax, my love,’ he said as he lowered his head again to kiss her. Slowly, as his lips caressed hers, Seb felt her muscles relax underneath him. Ever so gently he pushed forward, distracting her with kisses. This time when she clenched it was only momentary and Seb gently entered farther.
A small moan emanated from Emma’s lips and Seb couldn’t help but smile. Her eyes had glazed over and her breathing had become more laboured. As he pushed farther inside her he felt her hips rise to meet his.
He tried to control himself, knowing this had to be special for Emma, but his desire nearly overtook him. Slowly he pulled back so he had nearly pulled out of her. He felt Emma’s hands on his buttocks, holding him in place.
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he assured her.
As he thrust back in he looked deep into Emma’s eyes and he knew this moment would stay with him for ever. She was special, this woman of his, and he knew he was losing his heart to her.
Emma met each of his thrusts with increasing vigour and Seb knew he couldn’t last much longer. Faster and faster they moved together and suddenly Emma’s whole body arched and her muscles clenched against him. It was enough to send Seb over the edge and he felt the exquisite release.
Breathing heavily, Seb held himself above Emma and looked down at her face. Her eyes were still closed but a faint smile darted over her lips. She looked contented.
Gently he pulled out of her and lay down beside her, gathering her petite body to his chest. He pressed his torso against her back and felt his breathing synchronise with the rise and fall of her chest.
‘Sebastian...’ Emma murmured. ‘You’re very good at that.’
Seb grinned. ‘Just what a man wants to hear from his woman,’ he whispered in her ear.
Gently he kissed the nape of her neck and held her tight against him, wondering if he would ever be able to let this wonderful woman go.