Chapter 4 #2
Finally, though, he drew his mouth lower, down the apex of her body, down over her stomach.
She let her legs open wider and he took the space between her thighs, pressing them open with his shoulders.
The lazy scruff on his cheeks abraded the tender skin there as he licked a trail upward.
Finally he placed the flat of his hand to her, his fingers rippling over her.
She turned her head into the pillow and let out a shaky sigh.
Now to see how talented he truly was, for not every man could perform this act with any usefulness.
But the moment he spread her open slightly, sliding his thumb along her wet length, then dropped his head to her, he proved he was no average man with little thought or knowledge about the woman he bedded.
The first stroke of his tongue along her entrance, then up to circle her clitoris, was heaven.
The rest were something else. Something dark and deep that drew her right up to the edges of pleasure but didn’t let her fall.
He held her steady with one hand against her hip, long fingers stroking there while the other massaged the outer lips of her in time to his tongue.
She lifted to him, gasping for breath as wild sensations washed over her in waves, drawing her further out into the ocean where she would soon drown.
But it was easy, somehow, and eventually she sank into the sensations, everything else forgotten as she dug her hands into his hair and rode with him as he teased her.
He watched her as he did so, tracking her movements, changing with her sounds and shakes.
Just as he began to suck her clitoris, he slid two fingers into her to thrust in time. Her mind flitted back to the night at Vauxhall Gardens, to him watching Arabella as he sank into the pleasure. She rocked into him with a great gasping cry and then she came.
It was nothing like she’d ever experienced, that wild orgasm at the talented tongue of her fantasy.
It was heavy and deep, the waves almost frightening as she gripped his fingers and rolled with the sensation.
He never stopped pleasuring her as she did, drawing her through the crisis, lengthening it until she was almost screaming with the power.
And only when she began to relax, when the waves became twitches, when her body relaxed with the warmth and glow of release, did he lift his head from between her thighs.
In the soft firelight, she watched him rise up, draw his mouth back up her body on the same trail he taken down, and then he found her mouth again.
“So lovely,” he murmured against her lips.
She caught his cheeks in her palms and drew him closer, licking his slick lips so she could taste her release on him. She felt him shiver when she did so and the wicked power of that reaction made her body ache all over again.
“Very lovely,” she agreed. “Now lie on your back, please.”
He arched a brow as she scooted over and motioned to the bed. “So eager to be in charge?”
Even as he asked the question, he was following the order.
“I think you’ll enjoy it if you allow me to be,” she said, and then slung her leg over his trim hips and mounted him.
She didn’t take him into her body immediately.
She wanted to. She wanted to grip onto his shoulders, throw her head back and use that thick, lovely cock for her pleasure without thought of anything else.
But as he’d said, himself, this night had been a long time coming. She wasn’t going to rush through it just in case it wouldn’t be repeated.
Instead she ground against him, letting him slip against the wet heat of her body, teasing and tormenting rather than satisfying. He watched her in the firelight glow, his angled face unreadable except for desire.
“Such a tease,” he murmured.
She smiled and let her hair tremble around her shoulders and breasts. “I think a man like you likes to be teased.” She arched her lips and almost let him slip inside. “I think you like to be a woman’s plaything.”
“Not always, but sometimes,” he growled, and caught her hips in both hands. He slid her along his length and she was treated with her own game as the electric pleasure shot through her.
She reached between them, aligning their bodies and smoothing her wetness across his heat to ease the way. He groaned at the touch and groaned deeper when she shifted and he slipped inside first an inch then more and more until she took him fully.
The thick slide of him into her body was like heaven, stretching her in all the ways she liked best, making her want to cede control to him until he made her quake and curse and grip him.
But he was hers. She had to keep remembering that.
Tonight she was claiming him and whatever happened after that would be negotiated.
So she was slow as she began to ride that cock, gripping her fingers against his chest as she took him, rolled over him, clenching around him and all the while building her pleasure back to the soaring peaks she’d found against his tongue.
He let her even though he certainly had the capability to steal her power.
He watched her through it all, gaze hooded and heated and raw in its intensity.
But she knew her own pleasure far too well.
Knew a man’s pleasure just as intimately and the longer she rode, the closer she pushed herself to the edge.
Her thighs began to shake, her breath grew short, the tingling sensations became sharper and just as she was about to lose herself, he sat up.
His face was even with hers as he tucked her closer, cupping her backside to rock her in that same desperate rhythm as she came.
His mouth found hers and in the heated embrace of his strong arms she was utterly and completely lost. She squeezed her eyes shut and simply reveled in the flexing power of release, in the map of his touch all over her aching body, in the moans of appreciation that reverberated against her skin as he drew her pleasure out and out and out until she could hardly remember anything but being bound with this man.
At last she threw her head back with a last, broken cry and it seemed to shatter the dam in him.
Whatever he’d been holding back so he could take every inch of her pleasure, he let it loose now.
He shifted her onto her back, sprawled across the bed sideways as he rose up and started to take her hard and fast. The slap of their bodies joined with her gasps and his moans, a concert in the quiet around them.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and met him, grinding against him when he fully took her with each stroke and watching as the line of his control grew more and more taut and finally broke.
He pulled from her with a gasping gulp of pleasure and came between them with shaky strokes against his hard cock.
She reveled in the splash against her skin and smiled as she drew him down to cover her, taking his mouth as their panting breaths merged.
Whatever fantasy she had ever built in her mind, the reality had just lived up to it and gone even further. She had been his and she had claimed him as hers. It was more than just pleasure, there was something more wild and powerful and achingly beautiful to it than that.
It remained me be seen, however, if there would be anything more to it than this heated night and the uncommon passions they had shared.