Chapter Nineteen #2
Edmund tried to answer something careless and wicked. But his mind was empty.
Arching a brow, she narrowed her gaze. His blood sang and every muscle tightened at the mischief he saw there.
She placed her hands on his knees and, still holding his stare, slid them slowly up his thighs.
His cock jumped and twitched. Edmund braced his hands behind him and leaned back, offering himself, encouraging her exploration. It was all he could do when his voice was caught so thoroughly in his throat.
When her soft hands reached the crease of his groin, she paused.
Her focus fell to his lap where his cock had hardened to the point of pain and pulsed with every heartbeat.
There was curiosity and a hint of awe in her face.
It only sent more blood rushing through him and he groaned.
He realized that watching her look at him was more torment than he could endure just then.
But he wanted her to feel free in her exploration and discovery, so he closed his eyes.
Big mistake!
The first touch of her drifting fingers across his tip felt like the kiss of flame. Scalding and delicate. He breathed heavily through his nose and forced himself to remain unmoving as she slipped her fingertip over the slit then traced the raised ridge before wrapping her hand around the shaft.
His head began to spin and he sucked in a quick breath.
Still holding him firmly in her hand, she leaned forward.
Her torso spread his thighs wider as her belly pressed against his length.
Then her exhale wafted across his chest as her other hand snaked up around his nape.
When she was close enough that her breath caressed his lips, a pulse of pleasure escaped from his core, pushing up his shaft, releasing a bead of moisture against his belly.
Then she kissed him. A soft brush of silken lips. Followed by a gentle lap of her tongue. She softened his clenched jaw with little sips and tugs at his mouth, until he opened fully and plunged his tongue past her teeth.
He felt her gasp through his entire body. And had to force back another burgeoning pulse of impending release. Against her lips, he murmured, “Best sheath me quickly, luv. I’m losing me last bit of control.”
He heard the cadence of the streets in his voice, a testament to his words, but he didn’t give a damn that his polished accent had slipped. She’d reduced him to his core self. There was no strength left for artifice or show. She took him in her grip and he was putty in her hands.
She leaned back and he handed her the small box containing the contraceptive device.
He had just a moment to try to collect himself as she examined the sheath before she grasped him again and began to place it on his member. He’d only just managed to catch his breath when she stole it again. Her focus was adorable but her touch was far too tantalizing.
Gratefully, she was clever and managed the task quickly enough.
As soon as he felt the sheath secured, he leaned forward and hauled her into his arms, spinning them both onto the mattress so she now lay beneath him.
Her legs parted perfectly to receive the weight of his hips between them, and his cock pressed to her hot, wet opening.
Her expression was wide and bright with excitement and readiness. But he still paused.
With a sigh, she bent her legs and planted her feet to the mattress, creating a deeper cradle and giving her leverage to perform a lovely roll of her hips. She looked into his eyes, and her voice was husky as she whispered, “I must know how it feels to have you inside me.”
Edmund groaned and dropped his forehead to hers, then tipped his chin to find her lips.
As he kissed her, languid and deep, he gave a few long, rocking strokes of his cock along her folds.
And when she arched and grasped his shoulders and pressed her pelvis toward him, he reached down to reposition himself.
Bit by bit, in a slow, agonizing rhythm of thrust and retreat, he joined with her. As she sucked on his lips and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. As her legs shifted restlessly along his and her spine undulated softly to accommodate his thickness. He eased into her tight heat.
When he was nearly halfway seated inside her, she gasped, “I need a moment.”
Edmund stilled instantly. Every muscle in his body tensed to resist the physical urge to keep going.
He shivered as the air stirred over his sweat coated body and looked down into her face.
There was a furrow between her brows and the line of her jaw was taut.
Her bottom lip was rolled in between her teeth and her eyes were tightly closed.
Edmund was suddenly awash with emotions he couldn’t quite identify. And he tensed his hips to slowly withdraw.
The sound she made was nearly a growl as her fingernails clawed into his skin and her eyes flickered open. “Don’t,” she breathed. “Please. Stay.”
He stilled once again. His reply was low. “I’m hurting you.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’m just trying to…” she paused as a flush swept her features. “I’m trying to assess all these new sensations. I just…need a moment.”
Warmth and wonder filled his chest. He should’ve known this would be a singular experience. But he never could’ve predicted just how unique it would be.
With a smile, he adjusted himself to brace more firmly on his forearms, so he could remain unmoving exactly where he was. It took only a moment for him to feel her inner muscles holding him as she shifted the angle of her pelvis the tiniest bit, creating a deep but gentle friction.
Pleasure seared through him and his breath burst from his lips.
A spark flashed in her eyes. She shifted again beneath him. His length throbbed heavily in response.
They moaned together.
“Tell me,” he said gruffly, needing something to distract him from the minute moments of intense sensation she created in her experimentation. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She took a breath and closed her eyes, sighing as she exhaled. Even that small movement caused a delicious shift of his cock inside her.
She opened her eyes and slid her tongue over her lips. “I feel…awakened. As though parts of me have been dormant and are only now coming alive. There is so much sensation.”
“Pleasurable sensation?”
Instead of answering, she lifted her hips, pressing herself to him, forcing him an inch farther into her channel. Spears of white-hot pleasure arced through him. He clenched his hands into fists against the mattress on either side of her head as his body trembled.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Very pleasurable. I feel stretched and filled and…”
When she moved again, Edmund ground his teeth against the moan that rose through his throat.
“And?” he grunted. “What else?”
There was a moment as she gently arched her back, lifting her breasts against his chest.
“Needful,” she sighed. “Desperately needful of more.”
The slightly annoyed helplessness in her voice amused him, and he chuckled. As the sound vibration filtered through his body to hers, she gasped and rolled her hips.
“More,” she murmured heavily. “Give me more.”
Edmund lowered his head to press a heavy kiss to her mouth. “I’ll give you all I got, luv,” he muttered.
Sliding his tongue along hers, he pulled out of her—just to the tip—before thrusting slowly back in.
Her gasp and sigh sent tingles down his spine.
He did it again, and she wrapped her arms around him.
Again, and she pressed her feet to the mattress to meet his thrust. Each movement sent him deeper. And brought him closer.
And when he was fully seated inside her, as deep as he could go, he felt a flutter along his shaft.
Then a tightening. He looked down at her in surprise.
Her lips were parted and glistening. Her cheeks were flushed and a light sheen of sweat coated her brow.
Pleasure and wonder gleamed bright in her eyes.
Watching her tip over the edge into her climax was breathtaking.
She gasped a final breath that held. Her body tensed and her inner muscles went into delicate, rhythmic spasms, drawing him deeper. Stealing his mind.
He kept himself inside her with the smallest rocking thrusts of his hips, wanting her to claim every drop of pleasure from his cock pulsing along her nerves. But before her last shudder traversed her slackening form, he withdrew completely to plunge forcefully back to the hilt.
She moaned and arched as her legs fell wide.
Another withdrawal and mighty thrust. She grasped his face and lifted her head to take his mouth. Finding his tongue, she sucked it into her mouth as she lifted her hips to receive another deep thrust.
The strength of her hunger despite her receding pleasure was enough to send him flying.
He slipped one arm around her waist and held her tight as he pumped mindlessly into her heat.
He met her stormy gaze, staring into him as she gasped and trembled beneath him, pleasure overtaking her once again.
His release broke over him, claiming his entire being.
And for a moment, he ceased to exist. He simply became a rushing force of light and sensation, cradled in the tossing rhythm of a night sea-storm.