Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
“Oh, merciful petals,” Evie gasped. “This feels…strange.”
“Ride me, my love.”
Out of gentlemanly consideration, James had arranged for his wife to be on top.
Truth be told, he benefited from this position as much as she did.
He barely felt the tiles of the greenhouse beneath his back, so captivated was he by his very own Lady Godiva.
Sunlight, diffused through the glass ceiling, turned her tumbling hair to spun gold.
Her brow furrowed with concentration as she slowly screwed herself onto his cock.
Her solemn, nearly studious expression jolted him with a wicked fantasy.
One of these days, I’m going to make love to Evie with her spectacles on.
For now, he enjoyed his unobstructed view of her big brown eyes as she slid down his staff.
Her careful pace beaded his brow with sweat, and the feel of her hot, tight pussy taking him inch by inch was an excruciating pleasure.
The sight of her bouncing tits was an added stimulation.
Aiming his gaze lower, he watched avidly as her petals spread to accommodate his girth.
Because of her petite build, she looked stuffed full even though he was only halfway in.
He tightened his grip on her lush hip, guiding her down.
“All the way, Evie,” he ordered. “You can do it. Take every inch of my cock.”
He could tell she liked his naughty vocabulary, and he wished he had used it earlier.
He’d never been particularly vocal during the act, and with his wife, he’d had a vague notion that he ought to protect her delicate sensibilities.
Yet there was nothing delicate about the way Evie was attempting to impale herself upon his rod… praise God.
“You’re so big,” she whimpered.
From another woman, he would have assumed the praise was practiced flirtation.
Yet Evie’s sincerity, coupled with her wide-eyed expression, nearly unmanned him.
He’d never felt bigger—never wanted a woman the way he wanted her.
His sweet and unpredictable countess, who was tightening up due to nerves and the novelty of the position.
“Your pussy is lovely and snug,” he said. “Perhaps this will help.”
Releasing her hip, he reached for her downy blonde thatch. Finding her hidden nub, he circled with his thumb. She wriggled and gasped, but he kept diddling her until he felt a gush of liquid silk.
“That’s nice,” he said huskily. “So nice and wet. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Oh, James…”
She made a sound, half-moan, half-sigh, as she sank down to the hilt. By Jove. He was engulfed by her lush heat. When her pussy gave a voluptuous squeeze, he bit back an oath and willed himself not to come. Not yet. Not now, when they were exploring this new variation of intimacy.
Evie’s knees dug into his hips as she tried to find her rhythm.
She’d always been a quick study, and in no time at all, she figured out how to drive him mad.
With her cornsilk waves tumbling down her back, her golden-brown eyes bright with desire, she rode him like a goddess of sensuality.
She was fire and rain, heat and wetness, the priceless gem in this jewel box of glass.
In other words, she was everything…his everything.
Her eyes on his, she pried his hands from her hips.
“Let me,” she said.
Her sultry request set his blood on fire.
He was hot—bloody sweltering—as she rose, keeping just his tip inside her.
He groaned as her cunny tightened around his sensitive knob, bliss blazing through his veins.
Before he could recover, she sank all the way down, taking him to the root and swiveling her hips until he saw stars.
He had the urge to flip their positions, to plow his naughty girl until she screamed his name.
Despite the molten pleasure pouring through him, he needed more. Wanted more.
“Give me the words, Evie,” he rasped.
The flames in her eyes turned to shadows. He sensed her fear—felt it in the way she froze.
“You don’t want them from me,” she whispered.
Egad, the woman was a mystery to him.
“I do,” he insisted. “Say them.”
For an instant, she said nothing, biting her bottom lip. Despite the scorching pleasure of their joined bodies, he felt emptiness swell inside him.
“I love you.” She sobbed it. “I love you. Always and forever.”
Joy exploded. “I love you, Evie.”
He bucked his hips, driving into her while pulling her down. His need for her was visceral, endless, the pleasure beyond imagining. He felt her come and groaned as her pussy milked him. His eyes closed, he pumped into her, chasing his finish—
“You will regret it.”
“Regret what?”
Frowning, he opened his eyes…and the sunlight refracting through the glass made hers blaze too brightly. Her gaze was so painfully intense that he had to look away. Confused, he felt desire morph into a different kind of heat…one that was searing him from the inside out.
Alarm and bewilderment spiked. What the bloody hell is happening?
His blood was boiling in his veins, his skin steaming.
His head pulsed, and when he tried to move, the floor of the greenhouse fell away.
He plummeted—into a boiling vat. Groaning, he flailed in the punishing heat until it vanished.
A chill took its place, shaking him until his teeth rattled.
Then a new pain began. The ache started inside his bones, burgeoning until he felt his spine begin to crack.
Agony fissured through him, reaching his head.
He groaned as a hammer pounded inside his skull, threatening to break it wide open—
“James, darling. Don’t leave me.”
The sobbed words came through the haze of pain. He tried to open his eyes, but they were crusted shut. The razors in his throat shredded his voice.
“I’m sorry.” Evie’s voice drifted to him like a buoy. “I love you…more than anything. You know that, don’t you?”
Did he know that? He wasn’t sure. Everything was a blur.
“Don’t leave me, James. Please don’t go. I love you so much—”
Was he going somewhere? He didn’t want to. Yet his head was spinning, his body burning, and suddenly, he found himself at the very edge of a cliff. For a moment, he teetered and glimpsed what lay below: a fathomless void.
Then he plunged.