Chapter 7
With sudden clarity, Nathaniel knew what he had to do. Alice wanted this. Craved it with as much desperation as he. But her mind was fighting it. She needed him to take command. Make the decision for both of them. She needed to surrender to him. To the need that coursed between them.
Withdrawing his hand from her dripping, hot cunt, he crouched and lifted her over his shoulder.
She did not protest, didn’t kick or squirm.
Merely steadied herself with her hands on his back.
Then he was striding towards the end of the corridor as fast as his long legs would carry him.
His cock pressed painfully against the confines of his clothing, but he gritted his teeth and endured. Soon.
He walked back around to the first bedchamber, tried the handle, and sighed with relief when it opened to an unoccupied room.
Locking the door behind him, for he would not countenance any interruptions, he walked straight to the bed and deposited Alice on it. She sat up, her eyes dazed with desire, but a frown of uncertainty told him her mind was still fighting the inevitable.
“People could watch us through the peepholes,” she said.
“Aye. Would that stop you?”
He saw the exact moment the idea became a titillating one, and he pressed his advantage.
Stepping between her legs, he pulled her knees apart to cradle himself against her hot core, then took her lips with another scorching kiss.
His hands cradled her face, caressing her downy cheeks as he followed the edge of her mask.
He traced her lips with his thumb, and then inserted it into her mouth.
Her hot, wet mouth sucked at his finger, and he hissed in pleasure.
“Vixen,” he murmured against her ear. “Tonight, we are Hades and Persephone. I have stolen you away and taken you to my kingdom of shadows. Surrender to me and be my queen. Nobody will know who we are. We are just two anonymous bodies writhing in ecstasy.”
He waited for two, three heartbeats before she capitulated.
“I’m yours.”
The unconditional surrender in those words filled him with satisfaction, at once igniting his desire and focusing his mind. Easing his frantic need enough to allow him to take it slow. Savor this encounter. Make it last for as long as he could.
He smiled, stepping back from her. Not far, only one step. Enough so that he could have a better view of her body.
“Show yourself to me,” he ordered.
“What?”
“You heard me. Unlace that flimsy bodice and show me those tits. Offer them to me like ripe pomegranates.”
Her eyes flared, and her chin lifted at the challenge. With provocative slowness, she reached back to grab the laces that kept her bodice tight. Untying then made her bodice loosen and sag almost immediately. Just as he had suspected, the gown was designed for easy removal.
She shrugged out of one sleeve, then the other, her hand holding the bodice up as her gaze dipped to his crotch, where his cock was creating a huge bulge in his trousers.
Perceiving her interest, he rubbed himself over the fabric.
“Do you want this?”
She nodded.
He raised an eyebrow. “The faster you obey my commands, the faster you’ll get it.”
Holding his gaze, she released the bodice, letting it fall to pool at her waist.
Now it was his time to stand transfixed. As he had guessed, the gown was worn without chemise or corset. The insubstantial, transparent fabric would not allow for those garments. Her full, round, soft breasts, capped by the most delicious dusky pink areolas, were on full display in front of him.
As he watched, licking his lips in anticipation, her nipples tightened and furled, becoming erect peaks that called to his mouth.
“Lift them up in your hands. Offer them to me,” he rasped, his voice roughening with desire.
She obeyed at once, apparently discarding her inhibition along with her clothes. Her hands grasped the undersides of the sweet orbs, lifting them. Going further, her thumbs circled her nipples. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breasts forward.
“Stop.” His voice was a growl now, and a hint of confusion mixed with the desire in her eyes. As if wondering if he was going to deny her this pleasure. He had no intention of denying her anything. “That’s my job.”
Saying this, he bent forward and took one of the turgid peaks in his mouth, sucking deep, while his thumb and forefinger pinched and teased the other nipple until she was gasping and sweet sounds of ecstasy fell from her mouth.
He pushed her back onto the bed, coming down atop her, still sucking and teasing her breasts. “That’s it, darling. Offer them to me. They are tastier than sweet, ripe fruit.”
His hand stole once more under her skirt, sifting through her maiden hair to reach the slick, swollen petals of her sex. At the first touch of his fingers over her sensitized flesh, she opened her legs farther and arched into him.
God, she was so responsive, his wife. He adored that about her. Always considered himself a lucky man to have a wife who enjoyed carnal pleasures as much as he did. Who responded to his touch with unabashed sensuality. Who wasn’t shy and delivered as much pleasure as she received.
He inserted one finger into her hot, wet sheath, and she moaned. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, yes. Please, more.”
She was reduced to monosyllabic words. And her begging filled him with pride…and tenderness. This independent, indomitable woman was placing herself in his care. Trusting him once more. And he would not disappoint her.
Releasing her over-sensitized breasts, he painted a trail of kisses down her stomach, then pulled her dress over her hips, down her legs, and discarded it.
She was left wearing only the daintiest drawers and dark silk stockings.
Gazing at his fingers disappearing into her tight sheath, glistening with her abundant juices, made his mouth water.
“I need to taste you. Now.”
It was the only warning he gave before he crouched between her spread legs and started devouring her sweet little cunt with luscious licks and hungry sucks.
His fingers filled her, worked her slowly, gently.
Caressing her insides, curling up to touch that secret place inside her that drove her over the edge.
With his other hand he grabbed her hip, holding her in place for the possession of his mouth.
He sucked her engorged nub of pleasure, drawing it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, and felt a gush of her sweet arousal gush over his hand.
God, she was delicious. Intoxicating. He could eat her sweet pussy forever and never get tired of it.
But it wouldn’t last forever, already she was climbing.
He thought about easing back, delaying her pleasure, prolonging his enjoyment of her.
But her hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place, as if she could divine his intentions.
“P-please. Make me come.”
It was his undoing. He could deny her nothing when she begged him so prettily.
He danced his tongue over her sensitive nub, sucked hard, drawing it deep into his mouth, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
She was frantic now, grinding herself on his face like a woman possessed. And she was. Possessed by him.
He felt it when the first spasm of pleasure rippled through her body.
It started deep within her, radiating outward.
Her inner walls clamped and rippled over his fingers, while she fell apart in his arms and the sweet melody of her moans and cries of pleasure filled the room.
God, but she was beautiful in her ecstasy.
He stayed with her until her orgasm subsided, extracting every drop of pleasure from it.
But just when he thought he had left her in a boneless languor, his wife surprised him once more.
Pulling him up with her hands in his hair, she toppled him onto the bed, and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips.
“My turn now. Or rather…your turn,” she said with a wicked smirk. When he discerned her intentions, his breath seized in his lungs.
He lay immobile as she almost ripped the buttons in her rush to get his waistcoat open. When she did, she pulled his shirt from his trousers and pushed it up, her hands sliding possessively over his torso. Owning him. Arousing and soothing at the same time.
She was the only woman capable of undoing him so.
Of making him feel too much, all at once.
Crawling backward, her delicious bottom up in the air, she lowered her head.
Her mouth on his stomach trailed open-mouthed kisses downward, nearing the place that ached for her touch.
The buttons of his trousers were no match for her dexterous fingers.
She had them undone in a heartbeat, freeing his rampant erection that sprung up towards her, begging for her touch.
“Are you hungry for my cock, Persephone?” One of her dainty hands grabbed the base of his cock, and stroked upward, the entire length of him. “Oh, fuck. That feels so good, my goddess.”
He was desperate now to be inside her sweet mouth.
Knowing exactly what he wanted, what he needed, both her hands closed around his cock, and her mouth descended on the protruding head, licking, sucking, pulling him into a vortex of desire.
His torso came up the bed at the sensation, and he sat, leaning back on his elbows to watch her take his swollen and stiff cock into her beautiful mouth.
She had slid off the bed and was kneeling between his widespread legs, enthusiastically sucking his cock, one hand and mouth working him in tandem, while the other rolled and caressed his stones, the way she knew he liked it. The way that drove him insane and over the top with want.