He had never truly known a woman to be so bold with those touches, to willingly take up that desire to explore that part of him so fully and yet with each touch of her hand the man was sure he was being brought closer and closer to the ultimate edge. How easy it would have been to merely let her continue in those utterly glorious strokes. He wanted her too. No part of him desiring to move away from her embrace. His craving for her utterly irrevocable in that moment. Nadya by far the most desirable woman he had ever had within his bed. He relished in her boldness and yet he always had. Her argumentative streak irritating him as much as it appealed to him. Her ability to tease him so clearly extending well beyond her way with words and yet here and now he only valued her all the more for it. For how different she was to anything and everything he had known before. The first woman he had truly found himself attracted to and desired to find intimacy with off his own occurred. A part of that man simply craving that emotional connection even amidst all that physical want. Frost desiring from her those things he never truly had before and yet, if he allowed her hand to continue this would surely prove unsatisfying for her in the very least.. Frost hardly a selfish lover when allowed not to be. Those moans fell more frequently from his lips now, responding purely to that sensation of her. Every ounce of his control summoned then to step out of her reach and remove his jeans from himself entirely, those few seconds allowing him to gather some measure of control before he returned to her.

It was easy then to press her back onto that bed, that sensation of heated skin on skin appealing to every part of him, each and every sound he elicited from her body only further delighting him in turn. That soft groan of satisfaction was drawn from his lips as they met her own in that heated embrace. His hand travelled easily down her side, exploring those silken curves and the feel of her skin. No part of him believing she had ever had two children before, her figure entirely faultless and responsive to his touch before his fingers trailed to her thighs and between them, exploring her entirely. That mere touch alone enough to further stoke that want within himself as those soft sounds of pleasure fell from her own lips. Frost assured he could simply wait no longer for what they both desired as he positioned himself effortlessly then to roll his hips forward and enter her at last.

He could hardly prevent that groan of satisfaction that came from that feeling, that sound near drowning out her own gasp, his hips rolling softly forward again, increasing that depth just slightly before her fingers tightened upon his forearms and that command to wait saw him rapidly pause. It was almost torturous, that sensation, the sheer effort of hold himself back in the wake off this. That worry that he had hurt her however readily saw the man prepare to move away from her again, to take it slower perhaps, before he felt her relax beneath and around him. Her own hips shifted then, rolling beneath him, that breath he had been holding released as her lips pressed to his chest and her arms enveloped him. That softly uttered word of permission seeing one hand come to rest on her hip, encouraging her to find that rhythm with his own and increasing it when she did. That rush of pleasure rapidly beginning to build, that trickle of thought that slipped from her mind to his own seeming far more potent now, flowing so readily until he was hardly sure what desires were his or her own, Frost shifting effortlessly to see them met all the same, finding just how she seemed best to respond to that motion or angle. Those worries he had held, once, of his own thoughts touching her mind all but forgotten, so little existed outside of her in that moment. Frost almost relishing that feel of her nails as her hands slid to grip at his rear, encouraging every action as those sounds of satisfaction only fell more and more readily from his own lips. That feel of her utterly exquisite as his real name fell readily from her lips, that an entirely sexy thing to hear and quite enough to encourage him to bring them both to that pleasurable peak of satisfaction. Her own name uttered from his lips in that glorious moment.

He was left utterly breathless in the wake of that pleasure, Frost pausing a few moments to catch his breath before rolling from her and onto his back, that light sheen of sweat covering his form as his chest rose and feel rapidly with the effort of those actions, the man shifting just slightly to press his lips to her cheek in that stolen moment of affection. One arm draped easily about her, pulling her softly against him now.

"Tell me again why we waited so long to do that?"



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