A few seconds later, he seemed in better control of himself. Lids opening, he stroked her thigh. “All right?”

She nodded. “Are you all right?”

He hissed through his teeth. “You are so tight and hot I think I’ve died and gone to Hell.”

“You mean Heaven?”

“No, this pleasure is pure torture, sent from the Devil himself.”

She couldn’t help it. A tiny giggle escaped. Kit smiled, though it was labored. “I am glad you are amused. At least that means I’m not hurting you.”

“Is there more, then?”

A strangled laugh that sounded more like a groan emerged from his throat. He dragged a hand down his face, then glanced at where they were joined. “Yes, Alice. I’d say there’s quite a bit more. Ready?”

“I am ready.”

Holding the base of his erection, he began to advance and the pressure increased, her body slowly giving way to allow him inside. As he gained new ground, he withdrew slightly, then came back, rocking his hips gently while his thumb brushed over her clitoris. She felt lovingly conquered, as if he was taking the utmost care while bringing her pleasure, instead of overwhelming her.

Suddenly, it pinched, no longer a sweet invasion but a tight squeeze. Her eyes flew to his face and found him watching her closely. “Breathe,” he told her. “You are tensing up. Just relax.”

Angling down, he rested on an elbow, their bodies now flush. The weight of him was marvelous, like he surrounded her, protected her . . . adored her. He dipped his face toward hers and sealed their mouths together, kissing her sweetly, telling her without words that this was perfect, that she was perfect. Gradually, her muscles loosened and he gave a small thrust of his hips and he was fully seated. No pain, just fullness.

“There we go,” he whispered against her cheek. “My God, Alice. I never dreamed you would feel this good.”

She was curious about what he was experiencing, if it was as glorious for him, too. “What does it feel like for you?”

“Like you’re squeezing the very life from me.” He kissed her. “Like I could happily die here.” Another kiss. “Like I am the most fortunate man on the entire planet.”

She kissed him back, feeling quite fortunate herself. Her hips tilted of their own volition, bringing him deeper, and they both moaned. Goodness, the pleasure rippled from her middle out through every part of her. He moved then, his pelvis rocking, his thick shaft sliding along her inner walls. With each drag inside her, the sensation built, multiplied, until it wasn’t enough. She was hovering in delirium, suspended in lust, as he pumped above her, propped up on his elbows, his body working to maximize their pleasure. Sakes alive, how much more could she take?