Willow Smoke by Adriana Kraft

A different kind of thirst needs quenching.” He gave her an amused look. “Maybe there is something yet to be said about the eagerness of youth.”
    His lips moved to the juncture of her neck and shoulder blade. Daisy marveled at the sensations spreading throughout her body. She didn’t know what to do but stand there and receive. It was happening. Good God, it was happening!
    She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved his lips to enclose a nipple. On her toes, Daisy stretched to her full height. Good grief, would she explode before he was ready?
    “You don’t know how often I’ve wanted to caress these exquisite nipples. They mirror your personality.” He removed her robe and gingerly lifted the nightgown over her head. Briefly, he stood back, admiring her like she was a piece of art. She’d never forget the look on his face. Then he returned to her nipple—licking, nibbling, chewing. His
hand squeezed her buttocks and worked its way around between their bodies. She
leaned away, giving him room.
    She
moaned. She was already wet. His finger had no trouble with entry. “Is this
okay?” he whispered.
    She
nodded, not trusting herself to utter a word.
    “God,
you’re on fire down there.”
    “Where
am I not on fire?” she murmured, wiggling her legs, wanting, demanding more.
    Nick covered her mouth again. He withdrew
his finger. She groaned. He shook his head. “I feel like some randy kid, but I don’t think either one of us can wait much longer.”
    She nodded without meeting his eyes.
    “Later, I’ll show you a kind of loving that is so slow you’ll think you’re dying.”
    She already thought she was dying.
    He guided her toward the bed and then stopped abruptly. “Damn, I hadn’t planned on being seduced tonight. You didn’t by any chance remember a condom in all your planning?”
    Daisy smiled and picked up her robe. She
retrieved a half dozen condoms and handed them to Nick.
    He broke into a laugh. “You
got one hell of a lot of confidence in me, kid.” He opened a package and
dropped his pajamas.
    “Let me,” Daisy
whispered roughly. “I want to touch him.”
    “Okay.”
    Daisy knelt on the bed,
running fingers over his full length. It quivered. So soft. Especially at the
head. She reached lower and cupped him; she grinned when she heard Nick’s
growl. His vulnerability brought tears to her eyes.
    “Enough,” he said, his voice shaking. “Put the damn condom on, or there won’t be any need for it.”
    After three tries and a little assistance, Daisy had the condom fitting snuggly. She reached for a pillow and tucked it under her buttocks. She spread her legs wide and waited. Her heart raced. She tried to breathe deeply, but failed. She fought to keep her eyes open; she didn’t want to miss a thing.
    He gave her a curious look. “I imagine the pillow is something you learned from the videos.”
    She nodded.
    “This may hurt a little the first time,” he said, kneeling before her.
    She nodded. He parted her slick folds. It seemed like he played at her entrance for an eternity. He leaned forward and rolled a nipple between two fingers. That felt so good she reached for the other nipple and did the same.
    His weight shifted over her body. He entered her gradually. Her eyes widened. At last, she held his full length in her most private chamber.
    He hovered above her, holding himself up on both hands. “Are you okay?” he whispered, hoarsely.
    Daisy nodded and smiled. He dipped his head and laved a breast. She splayed her fingers across his back, raised her knees, and squeezed his buttocks like she was asking a stallion to move.
    Nick responded with a low growl and began moving.
    If there was pain, she wasn’t aware of it. She couldn’t comprehend the fullness and emptiness she felt as he penetrated deep and then nearly withdrew. She wanted more; she needed more. She strained upward, meeting his thrust to keep him inside.
    When had her eyes gone shut? Dammit, she wanted to