Whispering Rock (Virgin River #3)(69)

In a breath it came. “Miguel.”

“Put your hand on me, Brie. Show me the way. You’re in control.”

She wrapped her small hand around him, and at the merest touch he was ready to lose it. He wasn’t sure he could last long enough to please her again, but he was hell-bent to try. Slowly, cautiously, she led him into her. “My love,” he said, “focus on my face, Brie. It’s you and me, and I love you. I’ll never give you anything but love.”

“Miguel,” she said softly.

“Brie,” he whispered. He slid into her slowly, filling her, and she tilted her head back, her pelvis up, and with her hands again on his hips, pulled him deeper. Being inside her like that, he thought he might die, it was so good. He pulled up her knees and balanced on them, moving within her, rocking, stroking, making sure to create the friction that he knew from experience worked, while pushing himself deeply inside, which also worked. It was so important that she reclaim the joy of this. It wasn’t just feeling again, but feeling to her very core; feeling that was so shattering, it would leave her consumed. She was straining against him, bucking, losing herself in the moment, reaching for another orgasm, and this time from the feared penetration. This was what he wanted for her, that she could have success now, like this, with a man who wanted only to please her, with a man who adored and respected her and loved her more than life itself. He knew she would have to trust him completely for her release to come.

When her orgasm came, it closed around him with a powerful grip and he felt her fingernails dig into his butt. He moaned in deep appreciation while he pushed harder against her, deeper into her. She clung to him and cried out. He held her fast, held her close, still, his body her body, as one. “Brie,” he gasped. “Dios.” And when he sensed that she was almost complete, the storm nearly past for her, he moved inside her again, deep and strong and quick, and that was all it took to bring her up and over the top once more. She gasped and rose against him, pulsing around him all over again. When it stole her breath away and she was again at the peak, he let himself go. He went off like a rocket inside her. The strength of it overpowered him and caused him to tremble.

“My God,” she whispered, astonished by him. By herself. “Oh, God.”

He nearly collapsed, but held his weight off her. A fine mist of perspiration covered them. Recovery was a long time in coming for both of them; she lay weak and spent beneath him, her hair scattered across the bed in disarray, her eyes closed, a small smile curving her lips. “Brie,” he finally said in a breath. “You’re smiling.”

“Hmm,” she said, not opening her eyes, her lips curving a little more.

He chuckled. “I think we have it back, love.”

She shook her head slightly, eyes still closed. “No, we don’t,” she said, groggy.

“We don’t?”

She shook her head again. “I never had anything like that before….”

He laughed at her, smoothing the hair back from her brow. “You’re incredible. Like a shooting star.”

“Hmm.” Her arms lay spread wide, limp, on the bed above her head. “Thank you,” she muttered.

He kissed her tenderly, tugging at her lips with his. “Feel better?” He kissed her again, small, delicate kisses. “You seem pretty relaxed,” he teased.

“Hmm. I never give good sex enough credit,” she said. “You didn’t slip me a Valium, did you?”

“Not Valium, no.” He laughed. “I wanted you to feel good. I didn’t know you were going to give back so much.”

“Hmm. Neither did I.”

He sucked gently at the lobe of her ear. “I didn’t know it could be like this,” he whispered. “You didn’t turn into stone.”

“No kidding,” she said softly. “I was hoping to feel nice.” She opened her eyes, but only a little. “Warm and cuddly. Feminine. I didn’t know you were going to blow my brains out two or three times….”

He lifted a black brow. “Two or three?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure, but that’s okay—I’m fine now. Better than fine. Do you think you can remember how you did that?”

“I could go write it all down.”

“I just wanted to feel like a woman again….”

“Oh, baby. You did—trust me. Congratulations. They just don’t make any more woman than that. Now I’m doomed,” he said. “Now I can’t live without you.”

“All right, then,” she said with a weak little chuckle. “I’ll hang around awhile.” She ran her hand along his hair at his temple. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done that without you.”

He rolled onto his back. “Well, if you figure out how to do that without me, we’ll get a patent. Retire in the Swiss Alps. Eat caviar for breakfast.”

She giggled again. “Really, that was so good….”

“Really. I know.”

“I think you fixed everything. It seems to be working fine.”

“Hmm,” he answered. “That doesn’t touch it. There are no words…”

“You said you were in love with me,” she reminded him.

“I am over the moon, I’m so in love with you. But right now, after sex like that, it might sound insincere. Because I’ve never had sex like that in my life.”