Chapter Eighteen
Sensation exploded in her body. Everywhere. All at once.
Bright, beautiful, breath-stealing sensation.
When he’d lowered to his knees before her, Lydia had suspected he might give this erotic kiss. And when he’d pressed his lips to her thigh, she’d known for sure. But nothing could’ve prepared her for what it would feel like.
And he’d been right.
Anticipation had made the moment his hot, wet mouth finally covered her feel like an epiphany of pleasure. Once the initial shock dispersed, she felt everything in acute detail.
The heat. The firm shape and press of his lips. The first scalding swipe of his tongue, slow and thick against her clitoris. Even the rough texture of his jaw brushing her inner thighs.
It was unbelievably liberating. He’d been right about that, as well.
And then mindlessly delicious as he opened her wider and reached his tongue farther. He laved her swollen folds with velvet swipes and fiery licks, awaking nerves and inspiring sensations previously foreign to her body.
Her belly tumbled. Her breath stopped then released on a weighted moan as her head fell back.
Though her thighs trembled, his grip on her was firm, grounding her to the moment while his mouth made love to her sensitive, aching sex.
He teased and suckled and thrust his tongue into her, strengthening the hollow need growing inside.
Tingling fire danced over her nerves, awakening a deep pull.
The pleasure turned sweeter and more lovely as it swirled and twisted into a knot.
Her muscles tightened. Her breath shortened and her hand held firm to the back of his head.
She was suddenly desperate to ensure he did not stop the magic he was inflicting so skillfully.
As if he knew the tensing struggle occurring within her, he became more ravenous.
Hunger rumbled in his throat as he plunged his stiffened tongue into her opening then pulled forcefully on her flesh with his open mouth, suckling and fluttering his tongue in wild pirouettes and pulsing licks.
The vibration of his rugged moan transferred to her flesh, arching like lightning to that knotted core of her pleasure. Releasing it in a burst of sensation.
The pleasure was so intense and sudden, it claimed every bit of Lydia’s existence. Sensation exploded through her, beyond her. Rippling endlessly. Eventually, leaving her warm and soft and trembling.
When her legs began to shake, he gave a final long, savoring lick of his tongue. Then he rose to his feet, lifting her off hers with his hands palming her rear.
Satiated and languid, Lydia looped her arms over his shoulders and snaked her legs around his hips.
The low grunt of approval he gave just before his hot mouth fell on hers inspired a piercing pleasure in her chest.
And then he was kissing her. His lips coated in her essence, his tongue demanding and erotic, he plundered her mouth.
And she plundered his, seeking the deepest, darkest taste of him.
She sucked on his tongue and nipped at his lips with her teeth.
The near-feral intensity of her need to claim something of him made her feel just a bit wild. And she loved it.
He’d promised to liberate her.
She’d never felt so free.
She didn’t realize he’d carried her to her bed until he turned and sat down.
The mattress gave a subtle bounce, pushing her pelvis more fully into his lap as she settled astride his thighs.
As her core bumped against the hard ridge of his cock, his thighs turned to rock beneath her and his fingers pressed into the softness of her buttocks.
Any previous doubts she’d had of his motivation and intentions toward her ceased to exist in that moment. Meeting his gaze, she could see the intensity of his desire like stars in a night sky. Holding his stare, she allowed the boldness flowing in her veins to guide her movements.
Subtle at first, she gripped his broad shoulders and rolled her lower spine, rocking her pelvis to push herself against him.
The lush friction against the swollen sensitive flesh between her thighs was heavenly and strangely evasive.
She rocked her hips again, demanding something deeper. More powerful.
His hands flexed on her bottom. His gaze was sharp. His voice heavy. “And now? What’ve you learned?”
She couldn’t help it. Her focus fell to his mouth as she imagined what it had just done to her. “I’ve learned that your kiss can bring me to ecstasy.”
His smile was belly-twistingly attractive. Full of confidence and sensual knowledge and devilish expectation.
She wasn’t even slightly bothered by the arrogance.
It excited her.
“That was just the beginning,” he promised.
“So, what comes next then?”
He arched a brow. “Eager?”
“I’m starting to understand how much there is to learn on the subject. I don’t wish to waste time.”
“No time spent like this,” he murmured as he pulled her deeper into his lap, pressing her along his length, “could ever be a waste.”
Swirls of pleasure expanded from her core. Her eyelids fell heavy and her thighs clenched. Clutching his shoulders, she instinctively started a rhythmic rocking of her hips, creating a pulsing friction that echoed through her blood.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Use me for your pleasure. Can you feel how I lengthen and harden for you? How I throb for you?”
As he spoke, he released his grip on her hips to slide his hands up the slope of her back, then down again, smoothing the long, taut muscles. Then he grasped her chemise and dragged it upward until it was bunched just below her breasts.
And all the while, she kept moving, her spine rolling and arching.
His next words sounded breathless, catching in his throat as he gazed into her eyes. “Are you ready to learn how it feels to be naked in my arms?”
She trembled. “I am.”
Her chemise was whipped over her head in an instant.
Cool air danced over her skin, tingling her nape, the base of her spine, and the peaks of her breasts.
She could suddenly feel the texture of his trousers against her skin.
The pressure of his large hands resting on each side of her ribcage, his thumbs gently brushing at the underside of her breasts.
She felt the lightning heat of his gaze, staring intently into hers even though her entire body was now vulnerable and exposed to his perusal.
Lydia stilled. Assessing herself. And him.
There was some astonishment at how easily she’d reached this point. But she wasn’t nearly as shocked as she probably should’ve been.
Even after the pleasure he’d given her with his skilled mouth, she still felt restless and needful. Her nerves hummed. Her blood thrummed. And the aching inside her remained deep and heavy.
There was some uncertainty, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable thing not knowing what was next. Because she did trust him. At least in the context of this experience. The consequences of tonight were a topic to think on another time. Not now.
As these acknowledgements tripped swiftly through her mind, she also noticed the steady heat in his gaze, his patience, the taut line of his clenched jaw, and that curl of wicked anticipation that lifted the corners of his mouth.
“Tell me,” he murmured roughly. “What do you feel?”
Lydia took a long breath. She felt far too much to put into words. Not when she’d rather be doing things and feeling more. She gave another roll of her spine, which lifted her bared breasts and tipped her pelvis.
His eyes shuttered briefly before he pinned her with a glittering stare. “Tell me.”
“I feel…” she gasped as he slid his hands up to cover her breasts. The warmth of his palms circling over her peaked nipples was deep and lovely. It tugged at her belly and made her breasts ache with heaviness.
He took her nipples in his fingers and pinched.
Lydia’s head fell back with a weighted moan as she reached back to support herself with her hands on his knees. The position lifted her breasts even more, and the next sensation came with a shock of wet heat as he bent toward her, taking one peak deep into his mouth.
The heady draw and the swirl of his tongue and the subtle edge of his teeth were revelatory. Lydia was ignited anew with these new sensations.
“Tell me,” he growled, sliding his mouth to the other breast. Laving and flicking and suckling.
“I feel…shockingly free,” she finally managed between gasping breaths. “As though nothing can hold me back. It’s sort of…primal and pure and powerful.”
“Perfect,” he groaned against her flesh. “You’re not alone.”
A sharp realization sent a spiral of pleasure through her. “You’re feeling the same?”
“Yes, and more,” he admitted, his mouth still honoring her breasts with luscious licks between his words. “Because I know what’s coming. I know it gets better. Deeper. Hotter. More Powerful. More wonderful.”
“Impossible.”
He chuckled and shifted his hold on her, wrapping one arm strongly and roughly around her hips to pull her deeper into his lap where she could feel every pulse and throb of his desire despite the layer of clothing he still wore.
His other hand slid up her spine to grasp firmly to her nape as he brought her back to him.
Their gazes clashed for only a moment—bright and searing—before he possessed her mouth with an erotic, mind-stealing kiss that plunged to the very depth of her soul.
With one hand caging her nape and his strong arm locked around her hips, his tongue plundered and his hips began to move beneath her, rocking against her in a demanding, unapologetic, totally erotic rhythm.
He was right.
The hunger of her body got so much more powerful.
The pleasure angled deeper. Her blood ran hotter.
Her mind slid away as the sensations and needs of her body took over.
It wasn’t until she noticed her hands were clenching the material of his shirt in tight fists that she recognized the note of dissatisfaction within the building pleasure.
“I need to feel you,” she gasped. “All of you.”
“I’m here,” he replied, rocking forcefully against her sex, sending shooting rays of pleasure through her.
“No. No clothes.”
He stiffened. His hips stilled beneath her and his mouth lifted as he found her gaze.
His voice was raw and thick with desire as he spoke.
“If I undress, there will be nothing between us. Only your spoken denial will stop me from being inside you. Before I remove anything, you must be absolutely fucking certain that you want this now.”
A tingling tremor swept through her belly, swirling and dipping.
Looking deep into his lust-shadowed eyes, she knew she had no choice.
There was no way in hell she’d stop this before it reached its full pinnacle.
And because of the strength of her certainty, she was awed by his ability to force a pause so she could be confident.
And he still promised to stop should she say to.
She didn’t know if she had the strength to promise the same.
Lifting her hands to his face, she reveled in the roughened texture of the stubble along his hard jaw before she brought her mouth to his. His exhale was a warm sigh as she plunged her tongue past his teeth, engaging his in a teasing dance.
When they were both panting for breath, she kept her mouth against his as she whispered, “I’m absolutely fucking certain. I want nothing between us.”