Chapter Seven #3
“Indeed, for it seems we’ve been together for ages. That’s how well we fit together.” Then he took her breasts in his hands, and the combination of the chilly air coupled with the warmth of his skin against hers made her gasp.
“By now you know what I like, Gabriel.” The more he squeezed and massaged those globes, the more fires erupted in her blood, but when he brushed the pads of his thumbs along her nipples, they hardened into tight buds, and wild sensation streaked through her body to lodge in her core. “Oh, yes, like that!”
“So beautiful,” he whispered, but that didn’t distract him from continuing to tease her breasts. “I quite believe you were made for me.”
“Is that your charm speaking or does it come from your heart?” Mary managed to pant out while pleasurable feelings coursed through her.
“Does it matter?”
“No, I merely relish the words.” Every strum of his fingers on those sensitive tips ushered her closer to heaven. “Yet are we not too old for such scandal in a carriage?” Not that she cared in this moment.
“Stuff and nonsense.” He applied himself to teasing and torturing her nipples. “Age means nothing when love is at play.”
“Such a romantic,” she gasped when he closed his lips around one turgid tip, and as he swiped his tongue along the surface of that nipple, she nearly lost her grip on reality.
“Can I help it that you bring such things out in me?”
“We are good for each other.” Then her words dissolved into moans as she concentrated on what he was doing to her.
“Thank God for that.” As he spoke, he rolled her nipples in his fingers.
In the intimacy of their heartbeats entwined, he surged upward on his knees and kissed her with a savagery that merely made her crave his touch more.
The longer he worried her nipples, the more unrelenting pressure built in her belly.
The familiar sensations left her adrift, stole her breath. “Mmm…”
With a hand about her nape, he drew her against his chest and plundered her mouth with another string of deep, drugging kisses while the other hand continued to roll and pinch one of her nipples until she was gasping, drowning in a myriad of sensations.
With a grunt, he shoved up the silky skirting of her gown while nipping her sensitive nipples.
“You must leave off,” she gasped out, for if he didn’t, she would surely dissolve into a melted puddle on the floor. “The driver will know…”
“Don’t you think he is used to our activities by now?
” Gently, he encouraged her legs apart. The fabric bunched at her waist, which put the lower portion of her body on full display to his gaze in the dark.
He grinned, and for fleeting seconds, the gesture took years from his face.
“I merely want to taste my wife. The location doesn’t matter.
” The inspector glided his fingers along her flesh made slick from his teasing, back and forth in a mesmerizing rhythm.
“Sweet, sweet nectar.” Before she could utter a response, he’d coaxed her swelling nubbin out of hiding and rubbed it.
“Oh, dear God…” With each pass of those talented fingers, shivers of raw need danced over her skin, fracturing throughout her body into every nerve ending.
“I am not quite that lauded, merely a detective.” Over and over, he worked that tiny bundle of nerves, and when she couldn’t hold back a moan, he grinned.
“Do hush, you maddening man,” she managed to gasp out and curled the fingers of one hand around his nape.
“Ah, Mary.” Bright gripped her inner thighs and splayed her open. “I am so very much in love with you.”
Those words filled her with warmth. Anticipation danced through her belly. “As it happens, Inspector, I feel the same about you.” She buried the fingers of one hand into his thick hair, guiding him toward where she wanted him. “I—” Her voice cut off in a squeak as he put his mouth to her button.
He chuckled and the vibrations sent her into another level of delight and wonder. “Dearest, don’t we both enjoy this?”
“Yes…” From the moment he employed his lips and hot tongue to her most sensitive, private parts, Mary lost the last vestiges of her sanity.
She couldn’t catch her breath, for with each nibble, every nip, all the swipes and strokes of his tongue, she was hurled higher and higher into pleasure, into a world where only she and her husband existed.
Wild sensation coursed through her body. Tears of reaction squeezed from her closed eyes. Never once did he shy away from his work, for, as always, he was a man bent on tossing her over, and she hovered there, trapped, waiting with a hammering heart for him to send her into that dark void.
But he didn’t. Not even when she begged him in a strained, hoarse whisper. “Gabriel, please!”
“Not just yet.” The warmth of his breath on her flesh drove her mad.
The dratted man kept her poised on the razor’s edge, pinning her there again and again with every penetrating stroke of his tongue, each calculated nibble, every new torment of suction on that swollen button until she squirmed on the bed and prayed for some sort of relief.
She curled her hand into his hair alternately to shove him away and cease the exquisite torment but also to hold him to her tighter, guide him to exactly where she needed him.
“Oh, almost…” Her body shook; the relentless pressure in her lower belly built and coiled and stacked. Knowing she would soon break apart, Mary squirmed, but he gripped her thighs tighter to keep her in place. “Bright, make me fly.”
When he chuckled against her flesh, it was almost the end of her, but he kept on as if his only mission in life was to work her over.
She shook as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. It was a reaction she couldn’t control, and especially not as she grew older when sensations tended to be more acute. Her back arched of its own accord, which put her deeper into his care. “Oh, I am going to break.”
“That is the purpose of this exercise.” Then he followed the comment with a particularly strong bit of suction.
“Ah!” The dam holding back the mounting pressure within broke.
Blessedly, Mary shattered. She fell into that black void full of the most wonderful bliss as her inner walls convulsed with a violent release.
A half-muffled scream left her throat, for it was so incredibly glorious, and she hoped their driver couldn’t hear what had happened.
Bright glanced up, but she was barely aware as she floated in a realm beyond the stars. A chuckle rumbled from him to tickle through her chest. “Come again for me, merely so I can watch you hit release a second time.”
“You wouldn’t…” Already, she had the strength of cooked porridge.
“I would, and I am.” Despite the fact her body shook as if she’d dissolve off the bench and into the floorboards, Gabriel continued to worry her swollen, sensitive nubbin.
When he inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out of her convulsing passage, she bucked against his hand while imagining those fingers were his length spearing into her.
Then he twisted those digits to massage a spot on her spasming flesh that completely separated her soul from her body.
“Bright!” The word was long and drawn out in a keening wail that was probably audible to anyone within shouting distance.
Unfortunately, their driver uttered a guffaw, indicating that he’d definitely heard that.
How embarrassing, but thinking was beyond her as Mary hurtled over the edge a second time.
Her thighs trembled in time to her racing pulse, while over and over flutters ran riot through her core as strong contractions rocked through her.
Finally, her husband withdrew his fingers and pulled away.
She could do nothing else but collapse backward against the squabbed bench. “Rogue.”
“Mmm, perhaps, but you are the one who married me.” There was no mistaking the smugness in his voice. “This was… quite satisfying.”
Heat went through her cheeks. “Yes, it was.”
The inspector relocated to the bench across the narrow aisle from her. He took a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket, used it to wipe his face and fingers. “However, I must warn you, Mrs. Bright, that I am not nearly done with you tonight.”
This was but one reason she adored her husband, but she did wonder how she would survive further teasing, for he was quite intense.
There are worse things. And she grinned.