13. Chapter 13 #2
He lapped at her and moved back up to her swollen flesh, where he suckled at her again.
This time, she couldn’t censor herself and her cry filled the room.
His answering growl told her he liked that and he redoubled his efforts.
This time, he nudged a finger inside her, opening her up a little.
She held her breath at the foreign sensation, but her body accommodated him easily after a moment.
“Is that good?” he whispered.
She caught his gaze across the length of her torso and nearly incinerated from the heat in his eyes.
She gave a jerky nod, fascinated by the proof of her desire for him glistening on his lips.
He grinned before dipping his head back down, holding her gaze as he scraped his teeth over her.
She whimpered at how unexpectedly good it felt.
He could do absolutely anything to her right now and she’d probably beg for more.
He crooked the finger inside her upward and made a shallow thrust. Her breath caught in her lungs at the shudder of pleasure that rolled through her. He did it a couple more times while sucking lightly on her clitoris before he lifted his mouth again.
“Touch your breasts while I touch you.” It was an order, and she hesitated for only a moment before she obeyed. Satisfaction deepened his eyes when her hands came up to cup her own breasts. “You like it when I stroke you there. Give me your thumb.”
She didn’t know what he meant until he raised up and nodded to her.
She reached out and he took her thumb into his mouth and laved it with his tongue, leaving it wet when he drew away.
He nodded to her breast and she did as he wanted, stroking her now-wet thumb around her nipple.
He smiled and settled back down between her thighs, nibbling at her again before soothing her with lazy strokes of his tongue.
Her eyes fell closed as she settled into a rhythm, her hips arching up to him before falling.
Soon, he pushed a second finger inside her.
The ache of her body welcomed it. “Good girl, Jenny,” he whispered against her sex.
Then he continued his rhythm, curling them both upward to stroke against that sensitive place within her with each small thrust. The rough flat of his tongue stroked her swollen flesh in a matching cadence that made her whimper.
“Can you come for me like this?” His rough voice caressed her intimately.
“I don’t know.”
“Try,” he said.
She didn’t really know what he meant by try.
What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t do anything but try to keep ahold of herself as he drove his fingers into her as he did maddening things to her with his tongue.
But then she realized she might have more power than she realized.
Zips of pleasure shot through her to where his mouth was on her every time her thumbs stroked her nipples.
Maybe a little more pressure might be even better.
She pinched them lightly as he had done earlier and the result was more intensity and desperation. Everything seemed to get more sensitive, especially where he stroked inside her.
“David,” she whimpered.
“Jenny,” he murmured and sucked at her. “You taste better than I imagined,” he said between licks and sucks. “I could devour you like this every day. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Please,” she whispered because there were no other words.
A wave of pleasure rode high within her and she couldn’t stop it, not that she wanted to, but she couldn’t make it go higher, either.
She twisted and bucked beneath him, crying out her pleasure and frustration, until his hand gripping her thigh moved up to slide under her own gripping her breast. His rough fingers tugged at her nipple with sharp, biting pulls that sent her hurtling over the edge.
Her cry of release filled the room as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. He saw her through it, waiting only long enough for the pulsing to die down before he withdrew his fingers and crawled over her body.
His face was pulled tight with pain and need. “I need you now,” he whispered.
She knew what he was asking, and though she had yet to catch her breath, she nodded. He looked down at the narrow space between them and reached to notch himself at her entrance. She held her breath as she felt him push there, but he paused. “Have you had a man before?”
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to lie but neither did she want to displease him. She knew how noblemen felt about virgin brides. But then, that had never been discussed between them .
She gave a jerky nod.
He murmured something that sounded like, “Thank Christ,” and he fell over her, barely keeping his weight from her with a hand near her shoulder. His other gripped her thigh, holding it wide as he flexed his hips and pushed upward.
But it had been a long time and he was rather substantial.
There was no pain but there was pressure and he had to wait for her passage to adjust and accept him.
He clenched his eyes closed and a bead of sweat broke out on his brow as he held himself from her.
After a moment, he pulled back and pressed forward again.
He repeated the process a couple times before he was fully seated inside her, his hips cradled against hers.
Her body didn’t quite know how to deal with the intensity of this coming so close on the unexpected heels of her own orgasm. She felt extra sensitive and still swollen and needy and having all of him inside her was making her feel things…feel everything .
He pulled back a little only to sink back in, and her overly eager body gripped and clenched him, already wanting more. The gold nub stroked against her every time he moved, an extension of himself that rubbed her exactly where she was most sensitive.
She gave a soft cry and he leaned up a little to smile down at her. “You take me so well, love.”
He didn’t give her a chance to say anything. As he watched her face with admiring eyes, he gave a deep thrust of his hips, pulling back to sink hard into her, testing what she could handle.
“Oh, God,” she cried out. “Please.”
His eyes darkened again as he registered how she was enjoying this. “More?” he asked, she was convinced just to hear her say it.
“Yes.” She clenched at his shoulders. “ Please . ”
He made a rough sound in his throat and fell over her, a hand curled over the top of her head as he held her to his chest. His breath came in sharp pants above her ear and his other hand held his body off her just enough he wasn’t crushing her, while giving himself leverage to plow into her.
Her greedy body wanted every inch of him.
She clenched at him the second he pulled away, only to sigh in pleasure as he filled her up again.
“God, David.” Faintly, she was aware that she was whispering his name over and over again but she was as helpless to stop it as she was to stop the next wave of ecstasy that was crashing over her.
Only it didn’t feel like a new wave at all.
It was a continuation of the last one, and it had picked up steam again, roaring over her whether she was ready for it or not.
He whimpered above her when she clenched around him and his hips lost their practiced and steady rhythm. He devolved into jerks and grunts above her. His fingers were clenched in her hair so tight that it ought to hurt but she welcomed it with perverse pleasure.
“Fuck, Jenny, fuck. I can’t wait.” His voice was as uncontrolled as she had ever heard him. And then he roared out his release as he grabbed at her, holding her close. He lost all of his carefully wrought control and she felt a strange sort of satisfaction that she had driven him to it.