Chapter 18 #2
His tongue darted inside, lapping her up, while his hand firmly around her neck held her perfectly still. But it was impossible for her to remain unmoved. His kiss was hot, and his other hand was still over her core.
Her body was on fire from the top of her head down to her toes, and it became completely ablaze as his fingers became more persistent. She was getting closer to the crest of her desire. The more he kissed her like that, the more his fingers went over that little bundle at her core.
And then he stopped. Arabella had one moment to cry out in protest before she was lifted off and placed right at the edge of the bed. She wasn’t sure what Gerald was about to do, yet within her heart, she realized that she trusted him completely.
But as he kneeled on the floor and opened her legs, once more Arabella cried out. He gave her time to adjust to this new position. He lifted her leg and kissed her thighs, alternating between his mouth and his tongue, making his way closer and closer.
“You’re doing such a good job, Arabella,” he said, with his rough voice now even deeper.
At the praise, Arabella reacted violently. Her hips bucked to meet him. Her hand flew into his hair just to steady herself. A surprised gasp left Arabella’s lips as Gerald came closer to her hidden center.
“Now, Arabella,” he demanded, “you will sit still. Can you do that for me?”
Arabella nodded furiously.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, yes,” Arabella said impatiently.
“There’s my good girl.”
There was no helping the deep moan that echoed in the room to hear him talk like that. He leaned closer, and his tongue darted out, softly touching her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she bit down on her fingers, or else she would scream.
“Let me hear you, Arabella,” he said, his voice laced with lust.
And to prove his point, he swiped his tongue from her entrance to that sensitive peak.
“Gerald!”
He chuckled against her core, and then he circled that bud with the tip of his tongue. This sensation sent her hips off the bed, but he pinned her back down with both hands on her hips.
He didn’t stop, unrelenting and merciless in the most delectable of ways. He kept circling that tight bud, his pace and pressure constant, certain, maddening. There was no controlling her body, her core leaking, her moans and sighs echoing, her body quivering.
“You are so responsive to my touch,” he whispered over her core. “You are such a good girl, Arabella.”
“Oh my!” she let out.
His reward was licking her bundle of nerves while one finger very softly parted her folds. Her head fell back, and her fingers tightened in his hair. She felt as if she was ascending to impossible heights, wound up more and more till she feared she would snap. But she didn’t.
One more pull of his mouth and a caress in her wet core from his deft fingers and she arched into the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably, trapping him between them. He wouldn’t allow it. He pinned her back down exactly where he needed her and kept his possessive attack.
“Gerald!” she now openly screamed, not caring if the whole estate could hear her.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. It’s just like that. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
She completely snapped, fell off an edge without fear, deep into the depths of pleasure. Her mind emptied, and white-hot desire came over her.
He was still drinking the last drops of her pleasure when she came down from her high. She dared look at him, and what she found nearly floored her.
“It is so good today,” he groaned, climbing back on his feet.
He was an impressively big man, but as he stood before her at the foot of the bed, he was formidable. Arabella wondered if she would ever survive him.
“You did exactly as I told you,” he said in his low, gravelly voice.
His hands went to the belt of his robe, and Arabella held her breath. Her eyes half-closed, her lips open. She couldn’t move, just waited.
“Do you want me to show you how pleased I am with you, Arabella?”
She could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. His fingers undid the belt, letting the robe fall open. She didn’t dare let her look roam his body. His heated gaze was enough to make her pulse race.
“Tell me.”
She really tried and struggled to form a single word. Yes. That’s all she wanted to scream till her throat couldn’t take it anymore. But she was so stunned she could only nod.
“Mmm,” he purred. “Be a good girl now. Tell me what you need.”
“Ge… Gerald.”
“Tck,” he smiled. “Very good, but not good enough.”
“I… I… I want…”
He leaned over her, one knee sinking into the mattress, caging her beneath the breadth of his body. She almost got lost in the forest of his green eyes.
“I want you.”
“That’s my good girl,” he growled and picked her up.
He climbed on the bed with her in his arms and placed her head on the pillows. He pulled the forgotten nightgown down her body and threw it away. Then he shed the robe off his shoulders, and Arabella could now feast upon his naked body.
She had never seen a naked man before, but she remembered how scandalous it was when there was an exhibition with ancient statues of Greek gods. He could have easily been one of those. An immortal god pretending to be human, ready to devour her mortal frame.
“I am going to be slow and gentle,” he let himself fall on his elbows, closer now to her body. “But still,” he kissed her cheek.
His vast chest was so close to hers that each breath spread delicious friction to her breasts.
“It might hurt just a little,” he murmured in her ear, adjusting their bodies softly.
She felt him now, tangled with her body, nested between her legs, his hardness resting on her inner thigh. She jolted, and her fingers fisted the sheets.
“Trust me, Bella,” he whispered. “Just relax and trust me.”
His voice was more tender now, low like a purr. Her body relaxed instantly, and she looked up to him with an open look.
“Good, Bella.”
There was heat in his voice and look, but it had turned protective, stable, like the intense stance he had in his life was now wholly directed at her.
Slowly, he pushed up, his manhood aligned with her still pulsing core.
Arabella gasped. He stopped instantly, caressing her face, putting a strand of hair stuck to her forehead aside.
“Breathe, Bella, breathe for me,” he said.
Arabella inhaled and slowly let it out.
“My good, brave girl.”
He looked down at where they were joining with an enthralled expression, his own breathing coming in more shallow, his teeth grazing his lower lip.
And as he pushed, his head fell slightly back at the intensity, before he focused back on her.
Arabella felt him in her most intimate place, between her folds, and she was caught between need and overwhelm.
“That’s it,” he cooed, his eyes diving into hers. “You are doing so well, Bella.”
He moved, and she bit her lip at feeling him enter her. He was so careful, so slow, so devastatingly slow. But she could tell he was struggling to keep his control, his body tense, almost trembling from the effort to keep it in check.
“Just breathe, Bella,” he said.
One final thrust, and he was deep inside her. Her body was filled to the brim, and her mouth fell open. Oh, there was a moment. That moment when pain met pleasure, when there was a pang of hurt, but it didn’t last long.
He didn’t move, letting her adjust to him.
And when he realized that she did, he pulled back just enough, not completely withdrawing, and with the slow pace, he entered her again.
He kept his rhythm slow, getting to know her.
She could see his intense gaze savoring her every move, taking note of what gave her the most pleasure.
Arabella couldn’t sit still anymore. Her hands roamed his chest, and then she went up his shoulders and to his neck. She pulled him closer, and without knowing, she begged him with her body for more.
“That is good,” he said, and the grip on her hips tightened.
He picked up his pace. Feeling her respond to his touch, still gushing and gasping, he turned his lazy strokes into deliberate movement.
He leaned closer and took her lips with his in a fierce kiss.
He felt his hips grinding against her, and the sound their bodies made was so wicked, but he didn’t care.
“Are you feeling alright, Bella?” he demanded.
It was clear that he was losing control of his body. She could read it in the way he kept biting his lips as if this little pain would help him focus. She also admitted seeing his rhythm stutter made her feel powerful. She began to slowly meet him with her own moves.
“This feels…” she uttered.
“I know, I know,” he ground out.
Something inside her stretched, tensed, her body a wound-up coil. And then she felt it. It was like something boiling over, spilling, filling her with an intense sweetness that made her body arc into him.
“Gerald!”
She clenched around him in waves, quivering and shaking. Arabella dared a look up to him. He was watching her just as intensely, as though every small movement she made only drove him further.
His jaw tightened. For a moment, he closed his eyes, a low, rough sound escaping him. His body tensed.
“Bella,” he growled.
He drove into her one last time as he reached his own climax. Arabella studied him, mesmerized, seeing him like this, losing control completely, making her body swell in ecstasy.
He fell on her, spent, careful not to crush her with his weight. He kissed her shoulder softly, and his thumb made circles where he was still gripping her by the waist.
She realized with dread that she could get used to this.