Chapter 14 #2
Deborah whimpered at his praise, lost completely to the pleasure of his touch. She was so lost, in fact, that she barely felt the way his fingertips grazed up her inner thigh, but she jolted, and her eyes flew open as he lazily swirled the tips of his fingers against her mons.
“Oh,” Cedric groaned against her nipple, “So very wet for me already.”
“Is…that bad?” Deborah panted, feeling the flush in her cheeks intensify as she looked down.
Her breath caught at what she saw. Pleasure was written all over Cedric’s face as he continued to pay worship to her breasts. As if he knew she was looking at him, Cedric’s eyes snapped open and found hers.
“No,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to tease the tip of her nipple with his lips, “It tells me something.”
Deborah drew in another shaky breath and shivered as his fingertips continued to make slow, hypnotic circles over her sex.
“What…what does it tell you?” She whispered, barely able to form the words.
In answer, Cedric clamped his mouth over her nipple again as one of his fingers slid between her wet lips, sinking into her tight sheath. Sparkling dust seemed to fill the air as Deborah gasped and arched her back, hit by another wave of intense pleasure.
Cedric hissed in a breath as he released her nipple, and as Deborah met his gaze, the look of desire she found there had another gush of desire flooding from her core.
“You are practically suckling me into you with how tight you are,” he groaned, thrusting his finger deeper and turning the tip up, brushing a sensitive spot inside of her she never knew she had.
He began a rhythmic pace, pushing and pulling her pleasure like a wave that was growing with strength with every thrust of his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, lost to the pleasure he was bringing her. She didn’t know whether he was pleased or disappointed by it, but at this point, she did not care. All she was focused on was the growing pleasure in her pelvis that he seemed to be controlling with every deft thrust.
“Oh, God, please do not be,” Cedric groaned, his fingers moving faster. Then his thumb smoothed up, brushing against yet another sensitive spot she never knew she had, and her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her inner walls clamp down hard around him.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Cedric breathed, his fingers moving even faster, “Release me. Let me feel you let go.”
Through her haze of pleasure, Deborah tried to grasp what he meant, and as she rocked her hips against his hand and she felt her nerves tighten into a frenzy, she understood.
She threw her head back as a keening moan released from her lips, and an explosion of pleasure rocked through her core. Tremors seized her body, making her writhe uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, making them curl.
Cedric wrapped his free hand around the nape of her neck, bringing her lips to his in another dizzying kiss as the thrusting of his fingers slowed and eventually stopped.
She whimpered as he pulled out of her and broke the kiss at the same time, and as her lashes fluttered open, her lips dropped into an O as she watched him bring the fingers that were just inside her and draw them into his mouth.
Her heart throbbed, and her core clenched as she watched Cedric’s eyes close as he suckled hard on his fingers and moaned. He parted his lips, letting her see how he dragged those fingers over his tongue, and met her eyes with a look full of pleasure and desire.
“Just as I thought,” he panted, letting his hand drop down to her thigh, “You taste as good as you look.”
Deborah whimpered, her body still rocking from the convulsions of pleasure. A wicked, satisfied smirk drew across Cedric’s lips as he pushed himself back on his heels.
“Next time it will be my tongue that makes you come undone,” he said, his tone full of arrogance.
It was such arrogance that snapped Deborah out of her desired state. Realizing what she had just done- what she had allowed him to do to her, she felt her cheeks flush for an entirely different reason.
This is how Sylvester tricked Hester. How he made her think he was going to love and protect her.
Angry at Cedric and at herself, Deborah lifted her foot and pushed it against Cedric’s chest. With a laugh, he fell back.
“Now, now do not be upset,” he teased, getting to his feet. “I followed your rules. I only touched you when you begged.”
“You tricked me,” Deborah hissed, yanking the cups of her nightgown back up over her breasts.
She moved to stand and hated how her legs still trembled from the pleasure he brought her.
“I did no such thing,” Cedric retorted, but Deborah was not going to listen.
With trembling hands, she pulled her clothes back on over her nightgown, not bothering to adjust them properly.
“That will not happen again,” she bit out, opening the door to the parlor.
“Deborah, wait,” he insisted, catching her arm.
Not daring to look at him, she wrenched her arm away and stared forward into the hallway beyond.
“What did you find out about Sylvester?” She demanded, her voice cold.
The air was silent for a moment as she forced them to the subject of her revenge. Then, from behind her, she heard Cedric sigh.
“My sources came through,” he stated, his deep voice no longer holding any pleasure or amusement. “That flower gala event we are going to next week? He will be there. But I have to ask. What are you planning to do?”
Deborah drew in a deep breath, willing her still frenzied self to calm down.
“Whatever I have to,” she replied, then walked away before Cedric could ask any more questions.