didn’t disappoint.
Again and again his fingers moved inside of her, stroking her into a frenzy of ravenous need, pushing her toward the incredible sensations that kept building inside of her.
When he pulled his fingers from her, Abby whimpered. And then he touched her clitoris, skimming his fingers over the tiny bud.
A cry of pure pleasure tore from Abby. She closed her eyes and let the wonderful sensations wrap around her, envelop her. Her body was no longer her own, it was Channing’s to do with as he pleased. Her flesh opened for him, eager for his touch. Her legs fell to the side as her hips rose to meet his hand, hungering for more.
And then her world erupted.
Abby screamed Channing’s name as her body convulsed with her first climax. His hands continued to stroke her, prolonging the exquisite orgasm until she was limp, her body coated with a fine sheen of sweat.
She opened her eyes to see him leaning over her, his coffee-colored eyes regarding her with a mixture of passion and need. Abby reached up and touched his face.
“I need you.”
Those three simple words from him made her heart melt. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him, but he had said them. And she wouldn’t deny him.
Her arms opened, welcoming him. He kissed her as he moved between her legs. The blunt tip of his arousal brushed against her sex, still sensitive from her climax. And he pushed into her, filling her.
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Inch by inch he slowly thrust into her tight sheath, letting her become accustomed to him. His arms shook as he held himself above her. When he reached her maidenhead, he gave her a quick kiss before withdrawing and plunging into her.
Abby gasped at the sharp strike of pain that shot through her. Fortunately, it quickly passed when he began to thrust with long, slow strokes.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever expected, and she never wanted it to end. With her body still strung tight with desire, it didn’t take long to feel herself building once more toward release.
She wrapped her legs around him and met each of his thrusts, giving in to the long held desire to feel the love of a man. Channing increased his tempo, his gaze locked with hers.
It was as if time stood still. Passion and desire wrapped around them, cocooning them in their own private world. The hunger and longing in Channing’s eyes caused her heart to miss a beat.
No longer did she see the sadness. There was only desire – desire for her.
She ran her hands up his strong arms to his shoulders and held tight as her body began to tighten with each stroke of his arousal. He plunged hard, fast…deep, and each time took her to a new level.
Channing pumped ruthlessly, relentlessly into her. Abby barely had time to draw in a breath before the second orgasm claimed her.
Her body clamped down hard upon him. Dimly, Abby heard him give a shout as he climaxed. When the last vestiges of their lovemaking departed, Abby held Channing against her, unwilling and unable to let him go.
Chapter Six
Channing sat in the chair near his double doors, but his gaze didn’t watch the sun breaking the horizon. Instead, he found he couldn’t tear his eyes from the beautiful creature asleep in his bed.
Abigail had been a surprise, to put it mildly. She had a deep passion within her, one that – surprisingly – matched his own. There had been no holding back with her, and the fact that she had been untouched only added to his shock.
She was on her back, the sheet resting just below her breasts, giving him a tantalizing view of her pink nipples that hardened with the morning breeze. Her mane of golden locks was spread over the pillow like a blanket and her lips were slightly parted.
It was an image that would forever be embedded in his memory. In all the years he had been in Africa, no woman had ever shared his bed.
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