13. Chapter 13
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“ W hat do you mean…you want to kiss me?” A pulse beat ricocheted between her legs. Part of Jenny knew what he was asking, part of her was afraid to hope. She’d never done that before.
David smiled softly and shook his head. “We already agreed to no kissing. I wouldn’t ask you to change our agreement…not now. I want to taste your cunt.”
She’d heard that such things were done. An image of what they might look like with his head buried between her legs flashed in her mind and another pulse beat between her legs. She was surprised at how exciting she found the idea. “All right.” She was very intrigued.
Approval flashed in his eyes and she felt proud that she’d pleased him. “On the bed.” He grabbed her hips and lifted as she gave a little bounce to sit on the bed.
“Might I see you first?” She sat perched on the edge, her legs together primly.
He’d been about to crawl over her, but he paused. “Of course,” he answered, as if it hadn’t even occurred to him that she might want to look at him, too.
He unfastened the velvet-covered buttons of his dressing gown and let it fall open.
She was struck by how completely unabashed he was at revealing himself to her.
Undoubtedly, he’d disrobed before countless women.
He knew he was attractive. His eyes seemed to sparkle before the garment slid down his arms to pool at his feet.
The tattoo on his chest was of a rose in bloom.
Her breath caught again at the sheer masculine beauty before her.
He was all long, lean muscle with bulge at his biceps and chest. He was a member of Montague Club, where they made much of their gymnasium.
She’d even seen it once when she and Eliza had sneaked into an expedition brawling match there. He clearly made use of the equipment.
Vincent, the only other man she had seen without clothes, had been slim and solid, but also soft. But she wouldn’t think about him, not when David was so splendidly before her. She couldn’t help herself. She reached out. “May I?” she asked.
“Yes.” But it came out more like a plea than a grant to her request.
She couldn’t help but smile. He wanted her touch as much as she wanted his.
There was a delightful power in that. She started at his shoulders, where he was warm and solid, and let her hands trail leisurely over the plains and swells of his chest. She traced the petals of the tattoo and then squeezed the muscles gently, enjoying the texture of him and the way he grinned in response.
The sprinkling of dark hair abraded her palms delightfully.
His stomach was flat and corded with muscle with hardly any softness at all.
They were opposites in so many ways, but she knew instinctively they would fit together well.
Trailing her fingers back up his shoulders and down, she discovered another tattoo on his arm. It was an anchor, something she’d heard sailors frequently got tattooed on their bodies.
“I spent nearly a year sailing around Greece some years ago. It seemed appropriate at the time,” he explained. His eyes hadn’t lost their intensity .
She imagined him sun-kissed and fit, working the sails on a ship, and wished she could see him there. Was it strange to want to experience that whole other part of his life with him?
She wasn’t brave enough to touch his erection, but she did finally work up the courage to look at him.
She gasped aloud. Jenny had heard rumors that he wore an erotic adornment but she hadn’t really thought it was real.
In this case, rumor proved to be fact. A gold stud glinted up at her.
It seemed to go all the way through him with a small gold knob on the underneath as well.
Before her eyes, he pulsed and lengthened.
He was long and thick. He’d be a snug fit but not too much to handle, she didn’t think.
“It won’t hurt you.” His voice was low and raspy.
She wasn’t immediately sure if he meant his manhood or the adornment and her uncertainty must have shown in her eyes.
“It’s smooth.” He demonstrated by running the pad of his thumb over the gold. “And meant to bring you pleasure.”
She wasn’t sure how that was possible.
“Touch it,” he ordered.
She hesitated and he took her hand gently in his and placed her fingers on him.
He was hot and smooth. She was surprised to find the gold adornment warm.
Tracing it lightly, she gathered her courage to meet his eyes again.
The way he watched her, barely breathing and all intensity, had her wanting to go further.
“Why do you have this?”
“A dare.” He grinned. “Also obtained while in Greece.”
“Did it hurt?” She let her fingers curl around his girth to touch the underside of the piercing.
He let out a breath, as if her touch made him feel good. “Not anymore. It’s made me more sensitive. If you give a little pressure just there…” His fingers covered hers, tightening her grip and making a harsh sound in the back of his throat. “It’ll feel good inside you, too.”
She pressed her thighs together, shifting against her arousal.
She hadn’t intended to like this so much.
It crossed some imaginary boundary she had created in her mind to limit her participation, but she couldn’t stop touching him.
He was thick enough that her fingertips didn’t touch her palm as she gripped him.
Her thumb grazed over the tip, smoothing a fresh pearl of liquid over the pink knob.
Biting her lip, she let the pad of her thumb stroke his slit.
He jumped a little in her hand and her eyes darted back to his.
“You should stop. I’ll spend.” His voice was harsher than it had been.
“Would that be so terrible?” she asked.
He let out a rumble that was caught somewhere between laughter and pain. “I want the first time to be inside you.”
Her stomach fluttered. She wanted that, too.
“Yes,” she said.
He grinned and nodded to her. “Lie back and let me see you.”
She swallowed, anticipation swirling inside her.
Even though she’d never done this before, she knew she would like it.
How could she not? This was David and his mouth would be on her.
She instinctively knew she would love it.
What she didn’t love, however, was being so exposed to him. Her confidence did have its limits.
Sensing her unease, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple.
Then he moved to her other temple and kissed her there.
His lips trailed down, leaving hot grazes of his mouth down her cheek, neck, and breasts, where he suckled her again.
The mattress met her back before she even realized she’d been subtly pushed backward.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her breast. He made soft growly sounds that excited her almost as much as his hot mouth .
“David,” she whispered, at a loss for words to tell him how she loved the darts of pleasure shooting to her core with each tug of his lips.
“Shh…” He blew air across her nipple and then he moved from her breast to her stomach. When his lips touched her there, she giggled and stiffened because she was ticklish.
He laughed softly and continued to press a final kiss to the thatch of brown hair between her thighs. His gaze was hot and wicked when it flashed up to her. “Open for me.”
She did as he asked, lifting one knee out of the way to part her thighs for him.
His eager gaze settled on her sex and he took her in as if he was memorizing every line and fold. “Hmm.” The sound of approval came from deep in his chest. She loved every sound he made, especially when he was looking at her like he could devour her.
“Bloody hell, Jenny,” he said, settling his shoulders between her legs. She didn’t know what that meant, but she was fairly certain he liked what he saw. He pushed her bent knee upward with a strong hand and hooked her other knee over his shoulder.
She shifted her gaze to the ceiling and then closed her eyes when that wasn’t enough to escape the embarrassment of his study of her. Her face was burning hot, but she was wholly willing to let him do to her what he would.
He touched her softly, letting his fingertips play in copious wetness he found there until he spread his fingers and parted her.
She might have expired from the mortification of being so open to him, but his mouth touched her.
He placed a kiss on her swollen clitoris.
She stifled a groan and squeezed her eyes closed even tighter.
Then his tongue stroked her, a slow sweep that made her pulse with need.
Another sound welled in her, but she managed to bite the inside of her lip to keep it contained.
He had no such qualms. He let out another sound of pleasure, like the hum of earlier, only it was louder and deeper and full of his enjoyment of this.
He lapped at her and alternated his tongue with his mouth, sucking on her until her hips bucked in a sharp and artless rhythm beneath him.
She gripped the blanket beneath her and tried to still her jerky movements, but she had lost control of herself.
She could no more stop riding his face than she could stop the whimpers that escaped her.
“Jenny. Jenny. Jenny,” he whispered her name and turned to kiss the inside of her thighs.
His palms roamed restlessly down her legs and, because she could finally open her eyes, she noticed his own hips were bucking into the mattress.
“Christ, Jenny.” He redoubled his attack on her, gripping her thighs as his mouth fell onto her opening.
His tongue pushed in as far as it could go which only made her ache because it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her.