Chapter 9 #2
Nonetheless, he couldn’t resist pressing his length against her belly as he settled between her legs.
“Yes, please, I need you,” she begged in a sultry voice that might have made a lesser man give in and take her immediately.
But after years of waiting, he wanted to do this right. He had all the time in the world to draw this out. “Not yet, sweet. I want you to love every inch of you, draw out every drop of delight, and leave you speechless and quivering before I have my way with you. And I’m going to start here.”
He sucked her earlobe between his lips and grazed it softly with his teeth, relishing her soft gasp. Her nails dug into his back, and he knew he’d started in the right place. Biting down ever so gently, he tugged on her tender flesh and was rewarded with a moan that nearly made him lose himself.
Good God. How was he going to keep his head through a leisurely seduction if she responded like that to a mere tease? But he ignored the urgency of his cockstand and placed gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and nose before tracing the shell of her other ear with his tongue.
“Oh, David!” Her breathy voice sent ripples of euphoria all through him. To think he’d tried to deny himself the pleasure of his given name on her lips! What a fool he’d been.
With all the precision he could manage in his state of delirium, he kissed his way down the curve of her throat, savoring each catch of the breath he elicited from her.
Continuing downward, he traced her clavicle with his tongue and tugged at the fabric of her chemise with his teeth until her shoulder was bare.
He licked the newly bared skin like a vanilla ice from Gunter’s.
This was a treat unlike any other, and if he was going to damn himself by indulging, he might as well lap up every dollop of delight he could.
“You taste like heaven, sweet. I can’t get enough of you.” He licked and nuzzled his way down her chest to the pebbled peak of her breast, giving it a flick with his tongue then grazing it with his teeth through the fabric.
“More,” she begged, arching to press her breast into his mouth as she clutched him close, running her fingers through his hair.
He couldn’t help but chuckle in satisfaction. “As you wish.”
Reaching for the hem of her chemise, he lifted, and she wriggled beneath him in the most delicious way until he was able to pull the whisper-thin garment over her head.
He hardly dared look down, knowing that he’d be utterly undone by the sight. To his surprise, she reached up and pushed his robe from his shoulders. “You too. I want to see you.”
Well, who was he to object? What the lady wanted, the lady would get. He sat back on his heels and shed his robe, dropping it off the side of the bed to join her chemise in a crumpled heap.
Her gaze on his flesh tickled and tortured like the tip of a feather.
When it landed on his pulsing cockstand, she gasped and reached for it, brushing her fingers along the side and over the tip, making him lean in, despite his best intentions.
She drew her hand back suddenly upon touching the drop of liquid at the top. “Oh! It’s wet!”
He had to smile at her innocence. If he needed further proof of her inexperience, here it was. “It’s a sign of how badly I want you. When two people come together, they draw nectar from each other. It’s a sign of desire. It happens to you too.”
Unable to resist, he reached between her legs, brushing slowly between her folds, watching with a wicked grin as her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.
Good Lord! That slick heat would be his undoing.
He lingered for a moment, brushing the tender bit of flesh that would send her to the heavens when she was ready.
She quivered at his teasing touch, and he slid his finger further back, pressing it into her as he continued to stroke her bud with his thumb.
Her whole body trembled, and she moaned as she pressed into his hand.
He'd only intended a demonstration, but now that he had her at his mercy, he couldn’t stop.
Using his other hand to tease her breast, he brought her higher and higher, his breath rasping as he watched the gorgeous sight.
In very little time, her eyes squeezed shut and her whole body rose in an ecstatic arc.
By God, she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen! And she was his. All his. To have and to hold for the rest of their lives. Had any man ever been so lucky?
No, he didn’t dare think about luck because his had always been abysmal, and the higher his euphoria, the harder he would fall if things went awry. But it was too late. Far too late, and he was lost already. He might as well revel in it.
As if she’d read his thoughts, she wrapped her long, lithe legs around his waist. “More,” she crooned, her bedroom eyes melting him like so much wax.
“Are you ready?” He needed to hear her say it. There was no going back.
“Yes, David. I’m ready.”
“God help us both.”
He settled at her entrance and braced himself to lose his soul for the sake of a moment of heaven with her.