Chapter 6 #2
He knew what he was doing, Nerissa thought wildly as the fingers that had at first been tentative now started a rhythm, a rhythm that was driving her wild with anticipation and expectation. It was wonderful, but she wanted more.
She looked up at him and saw for an incredible moment that she was in charge here; she had just as much control over him as he did her.
Time to quicken the pace, she thought.
“Oh, yes,” she said more strongly now and felt the rhythm inside her slowly increase. “God, Anthony, that is so good – I want more of you, more!”
“Christ, Nerissa, yes, tell me,” Anthony breathed, and his two index fingers slipped inside her.
Nerissa arched her back, willing him to go deeper, and then realised that she had the very means to make him do so. “Deeper, Anthony, deeper – I want the feel of you deeper inside me.”
“Oh, you are killing me!” He shouted, and he obeyed, sinking his fingers deeper into her and curling slightly to cause Nerissa to cry out in wonder.
“Faster,” she commanded, and she exalted in the power she had, and her whole body was on fire for him, on fire because of the pleasure that he was giving her. “Faster!”
“I will do anything, anything you ask of me!” Anthony cried out, and his fingers were moving quicker than ever before, and Nerissa almost sobbed with the wonder of it – and then a wonderful idea hit her mind.
“Stop,” she commanded.
Anthony had closed his eyes, lost in the feeling of her around his fingers and her voice echoing in his mind, but he stopped immediately, eyes snapping open to look down on her. “What?”
Nerissa licked her lips, and shuddered slightly at the feeling of the now motionless fingers still inside her. “I want something different.”
He did groan aloud this time, and asked shakily. “What, Nerissa? Ask, ask, I will do anything, anything for you.”
She almost said nothing, she almost asked him to continue, for what could be more pleasurable than this? But a wild fantasy, something that she could not have imagined before but now had struck her, could not be ignored, and if she was brave enough to ask…
“I…” Nerissa swallowed, but did not break their gaze. “I want you to continue doing that but…but with your mouth. With your lips, with your tongue, Anthony. It is…it is what I want.”
He stared at her for a moment, panting with the effort of pausing his lovemaking, and then repeated with a croak, “My mouth.”
Nerissa could feel a flush coming on. “Forget the suggestion, Anthony, ignore me, I just – ”
Anthony placed his other hand across her mouth and smiled with heady delight. “My God, Nerissa, I thought you would never ask. I have been wanting to kiss you there ever since…well, better not say.”
Before she could utter another word, he released her mouth and then claimed her secret place with his own.
“Oh, God!” She shrieked in ecstasy. It was too much, too wonderful, as though she had died and been given paradise already. “Yes, Anthony, oh yes, keep going, deeper, faster, harder!”
Her words affected him once again as he moaned into her. Nothing could have prepared her for this, and his tongue – his tongue inside her, teasing, tasting, lingering and then moving quickly to drive her completely wild!
Her hands were entangled in his hair and she no longer even attempted to control her words. “Oh, just like that, and there – oh God, there, right there!”
She had lost control, lost control of her entire body, and as though expecting this, Anthony placed his hands lovingly but firmly against her legs to keep her still as he worshipped her, drinking her in, pleasuring her again and again, teasing towards an ultimate end that Nerissa could barely comprehend.
“Oh, I am so close Anthony, don’t stop, please never stop!”
But she did not have long to wait. It was building, this hot pressure, this tingling sensation that was rocking closer and closer towards a precipice that Nerissa wanted to jump over – and with a sudden vibration of Anthony’s tongue against a deep part of her, she came, jerking and thrashing with the orgasm that tore apart her body and then put it back together again.
Nerissa lay, shivering with the pleasure of it all, and Anthony raised his head, a desperate and determined look in his eyes.
“Christ, Nerissa, I almost came at just the sound of you,” he growled. “But now it is my turn.”
Before she could ask what he meant, before she could even see properly as the stars of her unbelievable orgasm could properly settle, Anthony heaved himself up towards her and plunged himself into her depths.
So close was she to the last moment of her pleasure, Nerissa’s sensitivity was unparalleled, and she cried out in joy at the feeling of him.
“Anthony y-you fill me up so deep!” She managed, his lips once more returning to her sumptuous breasts as she wriggled her hips slightly to welcome him in further. “You are huge, Anthony, I cannot – oh, I can!”
Anthony raised himself up on his elbows, and his hands caressed her hair, the side of her face. “Nerissa, you were marvellous, and I think – I know you are about to be marvellous again. Ready?”
“Ready?” She said wildly. “Ready for – oh!”
The rhythm, that marvellous rhythm with his fingers that she had stopped had started again, but this time with something ten times their width and strength. They were both so close that it took just a few beats of driving himself into her that Nerissa cried out.
“Anthony, Anthony, Anthony!”
Just as his name had caused their first kiss, it overwhelmed him into a frenzy, and he poured himself out into her as she rocked wildly, experiencing the same wonder and engulfing pleasure.
Anthony could barely draw breath, panting and glorifying in their incredible lovemaking, Nerissa burrowed into his arms and panting herself onto his chest.
Well, he did it. It was difficult not to congratulate himself, Anthony thought, but he did so completely silently. It was not easy, making an offer to be his mistress to a beautiful woman, and the only time that he managed it successfully before was to a woman with no other family members.
Miss Nerissa Fairchild had a father, had a home that she could have gone back to if she had wanted. But instead, she had chosen to claim his protection instead, and claim the pleasure that she knew he could give her.
He could almost laugh. He now had exactly what he wanted: the chance to have Nerissa with him, to have her around him whenever he wanted, to taste her flesh whenever the fancy took him.
Who else could claim such a thing with such a beauty?
She snuggled closer to him, and he felt her breasts pushed up against him. It was almost enough to make him stiffen again, but he knew better than to try it for a second time in one night. She had been innocent; she would need time to heal, time to recover.
Anthony glanced down at the masses of golden hair that were now covering his chest, and something more than desire stirred in him. Yes, he could glorify in her body, but it was more than that. He adored her mind, her ability to tell a story, the passion and loyalty that she has for those she loves.
Engaging, attractive, beautiful…he had never considered a woman to possess everything to keep him happy, and yet here she was.
Nerissa stirred slightly, and he tightened his arm around her. Now that he had her, the idea of losing her was a repellent one. But then if the knowledge of this, of their lovemaking, ever got out to the great and the good of Port Royal…
Well, it would certainly put an end to their understanding. It would almost kill her father.
Anthony sighed and felt a warm breeze blow over them, their naked bodies still cooling from the heat of their love. He could almost fall in love with Nerissa. Perhaps one day, eventually, he would. Perhaps he would choose to marry her, to make her the next Countess of Stratham.
“What are you thinking?” Nerissa asked softly, her eyes still closed and a smile dancing across her lips.
He swallowed, and knew he would have to lie. “My mind was dwelling on the series of catastrophes that have brought us together.”
Her lips curled into a broad smile. “Mmm?”
“Mmmm,” Anthony said, squeezing her to him for a moment. “And I hated them at the time, do not misunderstand me, but now…”
His eyes fell across her delightful bottom, uncovered and pressed against his hip. He felt the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest, remembered the way she looked at him as he brought her to the climax of all tortuous pleasure.
And then his mind moved further back in his memory and saw the dying glints of sunlight on her golden hair, the smile she wore whenever she spoke his name, her bravery in the ocean, her interest in him on the boat, her fierceness in the courthouse.
“Now I would never want to change them,” he said finally. “Because they all led me to you.”
She sighed happily and nestled up against him, and her breathing slowed as she drifted into sleep.
But Anthony could not sleep. As he gazed up at the stars now glittering in the midnight black sky, he realised that what he had just said, though intended as a pretty lie to distract from his real thoughts, was actually perfectly true.