Chapter 21 #3
He grinned at her action as he took a step back.
For a moment, he simply stood and watched her.
She was perched on the desk, her legs spread wide, inviting him to something that she did not even understand.
And Caspian’s eyes roamed her body, admiring and worshipping her as if she were the center of his world.
Caspian licked his lips and stepped forward. Then, wordlessly, he dropped to his knees.
“Caspian…” She gasped as he found himself between her legs. His hands on her knees, he spread them apart as he shuffled in closer. “I do not… What are you…”
“Do you trust me, Arabella?” On his knees, he looked up at her. That he would ask that question at all… That he would give her a chance to answer… That was enough for her to know what to say.
“I do,” she said, reaching out and touching his face. “I trust you.”
What happened next was not what Arabella had expected to happen when she first entered the drawing room.
In fact, never in her wildest dreams might she have imagined it at all.
Kissing was one thing. His fingers playing with her was something else.
But what Caspian had in mind… ‘My only regret is that it took this long in the first place.’
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he moved forward. He picked up the skirt of her dress and put it over his head. Arabella leaned back, her legs spread, unable to see what her husband was doing, but able to feel him completely.
“Cas—oh!” She gasped and then moaned and then cried out as she felt his tongue lick at her opening.
Arabella had never felt such pleasure. She did not know it was possible!
She closed her eyes and tried to picture what Caspian must have been doing.
His tongue, she was sure of it. It licked her opening, massaged her lips, and gently started to tickle the bundle of nerves that sat at the top of her womanhood.
She felt them swell, throb, explode in his mouth as he licked faster and with more hunger.
The sensation rolled throughout her body. It covered her completely. All Arabella was able to do was close her eyes, grip the side of the desk for balance, and try her best not to scream.
She failed in that last endeavor.
Caspian’s tongue licked her. Then his lips wrapped her opening and started to suck. That sent an eruption up her body so that it stabbed right through her heart. Such pleasure, such intensity… The walls closed in around Arabella; she shut her eyes tight, and she let it take her completely.
He sucked and licked her breasts, the way that her body shook, and the sounds that escaped her lips as she no-so-silently begged him for more. It rolled up her body, it tore her apart, and then it somehow put her back together. And all in the space of a single breath.
“Oh… Caspian… Oh…” She moaned as he continued to pleasure her. “Do not… Keep going… Oh, God!”
He worked her expertly and thoroughly. He licked and sucked her as if he had one purpose only: her pleasure.
But it was more than that. It was control, Arabella came to realize.
For so long as Caspian had his mouth around her womanhood, he owned and dominated her completely and utterly so that she was his to command.
She did not mind it one little bit.
Perhaps that was what she wanted? That was the control that she craved. To be her own woman, yes, but to have Caspian in her life when she needed him… As she needed him right then and there.
Arabella thought that would be the height of the pleasure. Surely, things could not improve from there? How wrong she was…
As he sucked and licked between her thighs, Caspian gently slid two fingers inside of her. Her eyes shot open, and she caught her breath. Her body went rigid, folding in on itself, before she gasped and opened herself just as those fingers slid all the way inside of her.
“Caspian, I—” She bit down and started to tremble and shake as those fingers curled and stroked her walls. Gentle at first, then faster, and to the rhythm of his lips and tongue.
“Oh!” She felt it coming upon her. A fire was building deep inside. It started small, but as Caspian licked harder and faster, as he stroked his fingers, it rose up and up and up until she was consumed by the flames. “Caspian! Something is… I…”
That was when she screamed.
It was like an explosion of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her, then somehow made her feel complete like never before. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head, held on for dear life, and screamed as her body writhed, spasmed, shook, and then erupted for the whole world to hear.
She could not breathe. She could not think. All she could do was lean back and allow Caspian to have her… She was his.
And when it was done, as the pleasure died away, as her breathing returned to normal, Caspian slowly pulled his fingers out, his lips back, lifted her dress, and looked up at her.
His lips were wet. His stare was intense and purposeful.
And once again, she felt trapped in his eyes; proof that she belonged to him, as he did to her.
“I am not going to run away this time, Arabella,” he said from his knees.
“You… You had better not,” she stammered, her breathing still heavy and intense. “Caspian, that was… I do not even know.”
“You will,” he said. “Because this is just the beginning.”