The Perfect Match?. PENNY JORDAN

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СКАЧАТЬ was a world apart from anything she had experienced before, completely foreign territory to her, a place where the old rules, the old guidelines, meant nothing and where the only things she had to guide her were her own senses and needs and his.

      When Guy tagged up her T-shirt in response to her frenzied pleas and fastened his mouth on the hard, swollen tip of her breast, Chrissie almost felt she might faint from the intensity of her pleasure.

      She could hear his soft murmurs as he caressed her and could feel the need in his body. She ached to touch him, to explore him, to know him, and suddenly the fierce suckling of his mouth against her breast wasn’t enough to satisfy the urgent clamour of her physical response to him. Only one thing, one person, could satisfy and silence that.

      Her hands trembling, she lifted them to cup his face and gently ease him away from her body. As he looked into her eyes, she dropped her hands and held one of them out to him and started to walk towards the stairs.

      Her hand felt small and delicate, almost lost within the grip of his as he let her lead him, but as they started to mount the stairs, she felt him pull back slightly from her.

      ‘You don’t have to do this, you know,’ she heard him telling her rustily.

      Silently Chrissie searched his face before telling him with quiet dignity, ‘Yes, I do, but if you would rather not...’

      Her honest directness made Guy’s heart ache for her. She was so trusting, so giving, so...so perfect.

      ‘You shouldn’t need to ask,’ he told her huskily, adding with a rueful, self-derogatory laugh as he looked briefly down at his own body, ‘The answer is, I’m afraid to say, rather too obvious.’

      Chrissie couldn’t help it. She followed his gaze, her eyes widening in betrayal of her female response to the evidence of his male desire for her. A tiny kick of pleasure pushed up her heart rate and the temptation to reach out and run her fingertips exploratively along the hard ridge of his arousal was one she had to fight hard to resist, but her body language had already given her away and Guy’s visual reciprocal inspection of her was every bit as revealing of his own need.

      For the first time in her life, Chrissie suddenly knew what it meant to feel sexually proud of her body, to know within the most inner core of herself that when she stood naked before Guy, it would be with pride and in the knowledge that her body, her femininity, her womanliness, would fill him with silent awe, with reverence, with arousal and need. As his nakedness would her.

      She could feel his hand trembling slightly as she led the way to the small empty bedroom she was using.

      Just for a second and only for a second as she opened the door and led him inside, she regretted the bareness of the scrubbed walls and floor, the plainness of the inflatable mattress with its simple white covering of bed linen she had brought from home. What, after all, did they need with the gaudy trappings of romance, with satin sheets and four-poster beds, rich brocades and thick carpets? They had all the richness, all the luxury, all the sensuality, they would need in one another.

      Guy surveyed the plain bare room in silence. It smelled of fresh air and cleanliness and something far less easy to pigeon-hole—a scent, a perfume, an essence, which he recognised was hers.

      ‘You’re actually staying here?’ he commented, frowning slightly as he did so. The house was in one of the poorer parts of town, and whilst Haslewich was, generally speaking, a safe enough place to live and safer than most, there had been several incidents lately of youths brawling in the streets in this part of town and it was only a couple of streets away trouble had erupted recently with youngsters apparently buying drugs outside a local nightclub.

      ‘It seemed to be the most sensible thing to do,’ Chrissie told him.

      Was he perhaps put out by the starkness of the room and its setting or did he perhaps think that she was being too forward and usurping his role? He wasn’t to know, after all, how unique this whole situation was for her, how unique her desire for him and her responsiveness to him were, how unique he was.

      ‘If you’d rather...’ she began hesitantly, but Guy didn’t let her finish.

      He gathered her up in his arms as he told her softly, ‘No. this is perfect...you are perfect. This is how love should be, not contrived or forced, achievable only with the right backcloth, the right props, the right setting, but simply instinctive and natural, wholesome and clean. We don’t need any of the trappings of seduction, because this isn’t seduction. And besides, no setting however beautiful could anywhere near match your beauty or the beauty of what we’re going to share, to create.’

      Chrissie felt her eyes start to fill with emotional tears. It was almost as though he could read her mind, as though he shared her thoughts, as though the two of them were so much in harmony that they were already almost a part of one another.

      Unsteadily she lifted her hand to his face, touching her fingertips to his mouth, trembling as she explored the difference between the slightly rough flesh above his lip where he shaved with the sensual smoothness of his mouth.

      ‘Chrissie.’

      Slowly, one by one, he sucked her fingers into his mouth as he looked deep into her eyes.

      As she looked equally intensely back at him, Chrissie had no awareness of the soft keening sound of pleasure she gave in response to the sensation caused by the sensually rhythmic movement of his mouth and tongue as they caressed her fingers.

      Deep within her body, she could feel herself starting to ache and melt, to experience feelings and needs as old as humankind itself. Her body suddenly felt as though it were weighted down with heavy, inhibiting armour, her clothes a chafing restriction against which her skin and her senses rebelled.

      In the past, sexual intimacy for Chrissie had always been a fairly passive activity with the man taking the lead. She had certainly never envisaged a situation where she might do as she was doing now and start to tug impatiently at her own irritatingly unyielding clothes in her yearning hunger to experience a man’s hands on her body. But then, this was different... this was... Her small moans of frustration gave way to voluptuous sighs of pleasure as Guy started to help her remove her recalcitrant garments.

      It shocked her a little at first to recognise when she finally stood naked before him that the unfamiliar scent of her body was the scent of her arousal, her desire for him, but if she found the realisation unexpected and slightly shocking, Guy, it seemed, viewed it in a totally different way and had no inhibitions about telling and showing her.

      As he nuzzled the hollow between her breasts, he told her appreciatively, ‘You smell so good. Just like a woman should.’

      ‘I... there is a shower,’ she began to suggest, but as though he guessed what she was thinking, Guy smiled slowly at her, then shook his head and told her firmly, ‘No. Don’t you know how erotic it is...how erotic you are... how much the scent of you makes me want to touch you, taste you, explore and know every inch of you?’

      For the first time since that initial contact when they had looked into one another’s eyes and known, Chrissie felt slightly flustered and uncertain.

      ‘I don’t want you all washed and antiseptic,’ Guy added meaningfully. ‘I want you the way you are now. A woman, warm and aroused, wanting me and scented by... tasting of that wanting... and I want you to want me in the same way,’ he finished rawly.

      ‘I do,’ Chrissie whispered back, and she knew as she said СКАЧАТЬ