Chapter Fifteen #2
"Are you sure you've never been to court?"
She shook her head, her voice still elusive.
"I think this marriage will suit us both. At least when we are alone. I suspect you will attempt to undermine me everywhere else."
Though she knew he teased, annoyance still sparked at the condescension in his tone. "Mayhap if you listened to me, you'd see there are times I am knowledgeable and right." "Mayhap. But right now, there is only one thing I want to hear from you."
His meaning became clear when he once more lowered his head, sucking her flesh between his lips. Gillian bit her lip to hold back a cry, the notion of defying his wish adding to her excitement. He chuckled against her skin and she knew he understood.
She grinned herself, almost letting loose a delighted moan when he scraped his teeth against the hardened tip.
She clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists to resist the urge to hurry him.
He would work hard to achieve his desired result she determined, even as the combination of his mouth and hands soon had her writhing beneath him.
He drew away and the sight of his heaving chest attested to the desire that gripped him as well. She gave him a sly smile and spread her legs in invitation.
He laughed aloud. "Wildcat, you surprise me at every turn."
With those words, he covered her with his body, easing himself to his elbows. His cock rested against her pussy, but he made no move to enter her. She lifted her hips, still silent, holding his gaze.
He brushed the hair from her face and shook his head. "Nay, Wildcat, you will sing for me before I give you what you want. If you insist on this game, be warned, I will show no mercy."
Her breath caught in her throat. She pressed her lips into a smile. 'Twould be fun to see which of them broke first.
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The seductive smile curving Gillian's lips threatened to make Royce come without even being inside her.
He could enter her with one move, but he would forego his own pleasure just to torment her.
His feisty wife would not win this battle of wills.
He wanted to hear her beg before he allowed her release.
He wanted to impress himself in her memory for the long days ahead.
He forced thoughts of their departure aside, not wanting anything to dim his enjoyment of his wife's charms this eve.
He took his time stroking along her sides, her belly and her arms, the feel of her heated skin a torment and a delight to his senses.
He followed the path of his hands with his mouth, kissing and licking until she moaned in pleasure.
He tempered that with sharp nips of his teeth, drawing a surprised squeal and the most charming shudder.
Finally, he cupped her breasts in his hands, gently rolling the hardened tips between his fingers.
A violent quivering shook her from head to foot, her head thrashing against the pillow.
He lowered his head and sucked one rosy tip into his mouth.
She cried out, arching against him. Each tremble of her body echoed into his own, making his cock almost painfully hard.
He bit down lightly on her breast. The wail that echoed around him shivered along his spine. He lifted his head to study his wife.
In the firelight, her face glowed, her eyes darkened to a deep violet. She licked her lips, taunting him with a wink.
"Wife, you risk much."
"Aye. But I think you like it."
"Hellion." Briefly, he dipped his fingers into her sex, surprised to find her so wet. Whatever she'd been about to say got lost on a strangled moan, her hips rising to meet his hand. He pulled away, grinning at her whine of protest.
"Not yet wife. You must beg me properly for your pleasure tonight. And even then, I may not be persuaded."
"You are evil!"
"But I think you like it."
She scowled at his echo of her earlier words. Lifting her chin, she looked away. Her dare enflamed him. She would beg ere long.
He resumed his casual exploration of the body he'd come to know so well.
He knew that if he skimmed his fingers just above her hip, she'd quiver and moan, and if he stroked the underside of her breast, her cries took on a higher pitch.
Up around her neck and shoulders set off a multitude of tremors, while caressing her inner thighs made her tense in anticipation.
He alternated between light teasing touches and harsher strokes, landing a few more slaps to her breasts and savoring the way the pale skin pinkened.
Still, except for a few moans and gasps, she remained stubbornly silent.
Smiling, he moved lower along her body, settling between her legs.
He reached under to cup her arse, using his elbows to spread her thighs.
He glanced into her flushed face, surprised to find her watching him steadily.
Almost daring him. He gave her a smirk and lifted her pussy to his mouth.
A keening wail escaped her at the first stroke of his tongue. He continued, savoring her musky and decadent taste, finding her clit and sucking it between his lips. She writhed beneath him, trying to press closer. Her legs trembled wildly around him, warning she fast approached her climax.
He drew away, grinning at her groan of frustration.
"You will kill me, my lord, if you continue this game."
He shook his head. "Nay. But if you wish your pleasure, you know what you must do." "You are cruel to tease me this way."
"If 'tis cruel, then 'tis your own doing. You can end your desperation very easily."
She pressed her lips together.
"Stubborn wench."
He resumed his leisurely tasting of her sex, wondering if mayhap he tortured himself with this game.
His cock remained achingly hard, and he grew near as desperate as his wife.
He wanted to bury himself in her hot, wet depths.
His head nearly spun with need. Yet his need to hear her begging overcame his desire, and he foraged on, again swiping his tongue along her clit.
He stopped again and this time, she gave a soft sob. Soon. He would hear what he longed for soon.
After giving Gillian a few moments to calm herself, he began again.
He doubted he would ever tire of toying with his wife this way.
Her sex had grown so hot, he feared he might actually scorch his tongue.
'Twould be worth the pain, he mused, wondering how he had become so enamored of teasing her this way.
Mayhap 'twas because he knew the glow in her eyes after she came would warm him through the difficult days ahead.
He devoured her pussy like a man starved for food.
When he stopped this time, she cried out in vexation.
He watched her closely, relishing the rise and fall of her breasts that came with each ragged breath.
Her violet eyes clouded with lust, her lips swollen from where she'd bitten them, mayhap in her attempt to remain silent.
He ran a finger along her folds, and she gasped.
"Please, my lord, take pity on me. Please."
He held back his triumphant grin. He held her stare for a few more moments, watching the desperation climb.
"Since you asked so nicely, wife." He lowered his head, finding her clit and sucking it between his lips. She gave a joyous cry as he lashed her with his tongue, still sucking. As an added torment, he drove two fingers into her, pumping her as he continued to suck on her clit.
A ferocious quiver shook her, a hoarse cry ringing out through the chamber.
Her body bucked beneath him, so violently, he almost lost his hold.
Wave after wave passed over her body, his name torn from her lips in a rough shout.
His heart raced, his cock aching, knowing relief would soon follow.
He continued to suck, driving her release on for what seemed hours.
Finally, she quieted, and he drew away. He slid up, covering her with his body. He remained motionless for a few moments, studying her. Her heavy-lidded eyes betrayed her satisfaction, the small smile curving her lips telling him he'd pleased her well.
"You see? All you had to do was ask."
"I'd strike you down if I could." Her voice, still rough with ecstasy, shivered along his spine.
"I'm sure you would. But now 'tis my turn."
To his great delight, his wife spread her legs in invitation. He smiled again, reaching down to stroke his steel-hard cock.
"Hurry! Take me now!"
He obliged her, entering with one swift stroke.
They groaned in unison, and he remained motionless, savoring her hot muscles clamping around him.
He could come without any effort at all, but he wanted to delight in this, make it last. It could be some time before he could enjoy her again, and he didn't want to rush a moment of this night.
But all too soon, the urge to move, to stroke himself along her slick flesh, overcame him. Intending to move slowly, he soon lost all restraint. Gillian's legs came around him, holding him near and she lifted her hips to meet his strokes.
"Yes, Royce, yes! Fuck me!"
His wanton wife surprised him again and he could no longer hold himself back. He increased his rhythm, pounding harder into her and knowing she felt the same exquisite pleasure as he when she chanted his name on each thrust.
His balls tightened, and though he tried, he lost the battle to hold out, erupting with a violent surge that rocked them both hard against the bed. He reached up and tugged the bonds free. She wrapped herself around him, holding on tight as he finally collapsed against her, weak with pleasure.