Chapter Seventeen #2
Mary slipped her hands over his shoulders to twine about them.
As she layered herself against him and returned his regard, his erection brushed her hip.
“I want to come undone spectacularly tonight, to remind myself that I have everything I’ve ever needed in you, in my family, and we don’t have to keep secrets in order to be happy. ”
“In this, I heartily agree.” Ignoring his own need, Gabriel turned her about so that she was in his arms with her backside to his front.
“Mmm, I adore when we begin in this position.” She wriggled her arse, and that provocative movement jostled his engorged shaft.
Pleasure-tipped pain twisted down his spine.
It was going to prove difficult to ignore how much he wanted to bury himself in her honeyed heat, but he wouldn’t join with her until he’d sent her over that edge at least once.
“Have I told you recently that you still have a tart mouth?” he couldn’t help but ask then he urged his lips down the side of her neck.
“Not that I can remember.”
“We should do something with that.”
“We should.” She put a hand to his hip, and her fingers brushed his erect length. “I can do a few things with my tongue and lips to your impressive equipage.”
“Later. I am ready to explode, but for now, I want to give you pleasure, because I wasn’t certain I wouldn’t lose you at Mrs. Benson’s hands.” As he spoke, he took her breasts in his hands, and once more he was glad for that fullness that made such an act so pleasing. “God, I need this; need you.”
“I understand that sentiment all too well. When you fought with the butler…” She put her hands over his, guiding him. “No matter. I have missed you, missed us like this.”
“I have too.” The more Gabriel massaged those globes, the more she moved restlessly against him, but when he brushed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, she gasped, and her fingers tightened on his. “This case has taken a lifetime,” he whispered and continued to tease her breasts.
“Sometimes it is like that when working a case,” Mary panted out between soft moans. “But it could have been worse. Henry or even Adelaide could have been killed.”
For a few seconds, he continued to strum his fingers over those hardened tips. “God, it makes me wonder if we should continue doing this.” Then he applied himself to teasing and torturing her nipples all the more.
“Of course we should; we are doing good work.” She gasped when he pinched one turgid tip, and as he rolled that bud from root to tip, she cried out and shook in his hold.
“After tonight, I am not so certain.” And he would take that decision to heart; it would haunt him, but he rolled her nipples and manipulated them with his fingers then caressed one hand down her torso. “Never think these cases are more important to me than our family. If something were to happen…”
“Hush, Bright, not now.”
“Mmm.” He was nearly lost in her, drunk on her, so he concentrated on her to shut off his thoughts.
“Fall into that bliss, Mary.” Knowing that he would soon have his mouth on not only her nipples but between her thighs left his chest tight with anticipation and a pulse moving through his shaft.
“I want you so damned much.” In all the ways that mattered.
Gabriel put a hand to her cheek, nudged her head about so he could kiss her while with his other hand, he continued to roll and pinch one of her nipples until she was gasping for breath.
“Dear lord, you must leave off,” she gasped out. “I’m going to collapse.”
“Then do so, and I can help in that regard.” With a chuckle, Gabriel eased a hand down her torso to urge his fingers between her thighs. As those digits slid along her folds, Mary trembled in his arms. “Until you pass out from pleasure.”
“Gabriel, I—” Her words ended on a squeal as he brought that swollen pearl out of hiding and rubbed his fingertips over it. “You don’t play fair.”
“Mmm, perhaps, but I have learned what you like, what will make you scream.” While he continued to bedevil that button at her center, he continued to pluck and roll her nipple in the hopes she would break.
Perhaps it had been the fact the tension between them had been building over the past handful of days as they’d worked the case or perhaps their teasing had seen her primed, but Mary fell into a release, and it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as he’d wanted.
“Relaxed?”
“Mmm, yes.”
“Good. Now we’ll move to the next stage of my seduction.” After turning her in his arms, he spent copious minutes kissing her because he loved her. Then he moved her to the side of the bed.
Mary looked up at him while sliding a hand down his chest. “Tell me what you want, for there is wicked promise in your eyes.”
“I’m not finished with you tonight, Mrs. Bright.” He tangled his fingers in her still-damp hair, tugged until her chin went up and he kissed her lips.
A faint blush stained her cheeks in the candlelight.
“Neither am I finished with you, Inspector.” When she brushed her fingertips along his hardened length, he sucked in a breath.
“I would like to explore.” Gently, she wrapped her fingers about his girth and then gave him a few strokes that would surely drive him mad in seconds.
“Leave off, for when I come, it will be with you—in you—for nothing else is acceptable tonight.” With a soft growl, he grasped her hips, lifted her upward, and then set her arse on the edge of the bed. “Besides, shouldn’t we celebrate our anniversary?”
Surprise jumped into her eyes as he urged her backward and encouraged her legs to part. “Yes, but surely not this way?”
“Especially in this way. I adore tasting you, pleasuring you, sending you over before the coupling actually begins.”
“You are quite sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Mary trembled as she smiled. Her voice was a purr. “Show me.”
“I rather think I am, in both my living and as your husband.” Gabriel grinned, and as it always was with them, he fell in love with her all over again.
“Come for me again, sweeting.” As he spoke, he glided his fingers along her flesh made slick from his teasing, back and forth, to prep her, then he reacquainted himself with the swollen pearl hidden in those folds.
“Oh!” She shivered as she reclined backward on her elbows. “I adore when you’re feeling randy and scandalous.”
“Where you are concerned, it’s quite easy.” With each pass of his fingers, her trembling increased, as did her moans of approval.
“I…”
“Speechless, you?” Repeatedly, he worked that tiny bundle of nerves, and when her moans grew louder, he grinned. “And I adore it when you are lost in a tide of pleasure.”
“So arrogant,” she managed to gasp out as she tried to wriggle into a more upright position. When he wouldn’t let her, she huffed. “Let me up…”
“Not just yet.”
“Spoilsport.” A teasing light lit her eyes, but it was that little quirk of a smile that became the beginning of his undoing.
“Let’s see if you’ll think that in mere seconds.” Then he gripped her inner thighs and splayed her open. “My sweet Mary, you are my greatest strength and my biggest weakness, but I wouldn’t change my life for anything.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Such a romantic.”
“Always where you are concerned.” The second he put his mouth to her button, she squealed. He chuckled, for making love to her was one of his favorite things.
“Dear heavens, Bright.” Mary caught her bottom lip briefly between her teeth as he employed his lips and tongue to her most sensitive parts.
“This is…” Her breath came in pants, and with each nibble, every nip, all the swipes and strokes of his tongue, her eyes closed and her head lolled onto a shoulder.
Every so often, Gabriel would peek up at her before continuing his wicked work.
Her thighs trembled at either side of his head.
Her body shook as he suckled that slippery nubbin.
Tears fell to her cheeks, but he had no worries that he was hurting her, for his wife often cried during coupling.
It was one of the ways tension rid itself from her form, and this damned case had taken it out of them both.
“Gabriel, I can’t hold on.” When she touched one of her nipples, rolled it, he nearly shot his wad, for it was the height of erotic to see her assist in bringing herself pleasure.
Yet she wasn’t quite as needy as he’d like.
He kept on with his work, meant to toss her over the edge, yet she hovered there, waiting, her pulse fluttering wildly in her neck, her cheeks pinkened with stimulation.
“Fall, love.”
“I can’t. Not yet.”
“Sweeting, come for me. This won’t be our only time at wickedness this week.
” Humming softly, he kept her poised on the razor’s edge, pinning her there with every penetrating stroke of his tongue, each calculated nibble, every bit of suction on that swollen button until she squirmed.
One of her hands went to his nape. She furrowed her fingers into his hair, then guided him to exactly where she needed him.
“Here. Oh, oh, touch me here…” Her body shook, but instead of him letting her squirm away, he gripped her thighs tighter.
“Relax into it, love.” It was vital to concentrate on her. Otherwise, his pulsing shaft would take all his attention, and he’d be damned if he’d ruin this moment prematurely.
Her back arched, which put her deeper into his care. “More…”
“Trying.” He followed the comment with a particularly strong suction.
“Gabriel!” Mary shattered in spectacular fashion with a half-muffled scream. “Mercy, that was… I don’t even know.”
The praise warmed him. Gabriel glanced up, but her eyes were closed, and he’d wager she was only half-cognizant. “Show me how much you want me, sweeting. Come for me again.”
“I have no strength to do so,” she whispered and gasped while he continued to worry her swollen nubbin.