Chapter Nine #2
Mary curled her fingers around him; his girth fit well in her palm.
As she experimented with various degrees of pressure, she well knew what he liked, moans escaped him.
The coarse hair at the base of his shaft tickled her skin.
While she watched the emotions flitting over his face, she fondled his stones, squeezing and releasing, falling into the rhythm she’d perfected with him, incorporated those stones and his length to bring him maximum pleasure.
“Damn, Mary, but you are becoming something of an expert in stroking me off.” Strain graveled his voice, yet he didn’t move away.
She snorted. “This is only the beginning of what I plan to do to you tonight.” Then she held his gaze as she scooted closer to his body.
When she licked the wide head of his member, he hissed in warning.
The scent of him wafted to her nose while the slightly salty, tangy taste of the drops of pre-cum lingered on her palate. “Ready, Inspector?”
“Even if I’m not, you’ll do it anyway.” Amusement wove through the statement.
“I twill, because I can be as stubborn as you.” With a grin, she took his hard length into her mouth.
One of his hands curled into a fist and then relaxed when she eased off.
The strong feel of him as she bobbed on his member ramped her own arousal; how much did she enjoy doing this to and with him?
I ought to be ashamed of myself at this age.
But she wasn’t. In fact, she reveled in it.
Gabriel groaned. “I won’t last if you persist.”
“I’m counting on it.” Returning to her work, she swirled her tongue around the underside of his head and added caresses and squeezes to how she worked him over with her mouth. His groans came more quickly, but his muscles tensed for different reasons this time.
“Please, let me bed you.” Strain had returned to his voice as he rested a hand on her shoulder.
“Soon.” Again, she took him into her mouth with more determination this time in the hope he would stop talking.
Eventually, he slowly thrust, which sent his shaft deeper until the tip hit the back of her throat.
She paused, briefly, becoming accustomed to the sensation of fullness, and then she swallowed.
In times past, Bright enjoyed the massaging sensation of her throat muscles on his sensitive flesh, and this time didn’t disappoint.
“Good God. I always forget how adept at this you are,” he breathed, and his hands went into her hair, fisting and tangling the length while tugging out the pins. After the mass fell about her shoulders, one of his hands cradled her skull.
“Only with you, Gabriel.” Again, she returned to her work of sending him to the edge.
His fingers tightened in her hair. “I won’t last if you continue.”
She chuckled as he backed off, but she didn’t decrease her rhythm.
How much time did they have before he exploded?
Even now, she yearned to have his hands on her body.
Already, her nipples were taut and aching while throbbing need made itself known between her thighs.
But with Bright, she knew he wouldn’t leave her with this horrible longing.
He was a man who didn’t need much urging to fall into bed.
It was one of the things she adored about him, gratified her to think she affected him so much.
Because of that, she increased the intensity and friction on his shaft, working to bring him directly to that brink.
“I’m nearly gone.” His whisper was choked as he thrust more forcefully into her mouth.
There was such power flowing through her as she literally held his pleasure in her hands. When she glanced up, saw the concentration mixed with pleasure in his face, the lines around his eyes softening, her own satisfaction grew. How fortunate was she to have married this man?
“Sweeting…” The more he stroked into her, the more she used her fingers to heighten that delicious tension crackling between them.
She manipulated his stones, caressed the backs of his thighs, traced the scratch he’d received from the knife earlier in the night, she even pinched one of his taut buttocks, which caused his member to pulse. “I’m going to come.”
“Then do it.” She squeezed his stones as she pulled off his shaft with a slight pop. “I want you,” she whispered and then contented herself with sucking on the head of his member, swirling her tongue around that sensitive flesh merely to see if he would fall over the edge.
“Shit, Mary, do you wish to see me dead?” His hands on her head tightened, guiding her, holding her steady as he went in and out of her mouth. Seconds later, his eyes rolled back into his head.
Oh, he was close. Even now, his length twitched and jerked from her handling.
Pre-ejaculation seeped from his tip, and she licked it away.
Feeling wicked and wanting to keep on until he broke, she eased her fingers beneath his stones to massage the thin skin directly behind them.
“Balance on that razor’s edge, Gabriel. How long can you hold out? ”
“Damn!” The word was propelled from his throat with such force and surprise, and she was hard-pressed not to giggle.
He bucked his hips, sending his shaft deep, while his fingers delved into her hair.
“Do stop. You’ll send me into madness.” The statement was graveled; his body taut as he apparently fought against breaking.
“That is the point, or at least, isn’t that what you tell me?
” She continued her relentless quest to make the inspector fall over the edge.
Again and again, she twisted her fingers about his length while sucking and then soothing with her tongue, followed by taking him deeper into her mouth as he continued to thrust like a man possessed.
Every few seconds, she would massage that highly sensitive skin behind his stones.
“Dear God, yes!” The muscles of his thighs tensed while his grip on her head did the same.
But she didn’t want him to find release down her throat. Not tonight. She needed him inside her body. Pulling off him, she glanced up into his face. “You aren’t ready for release yet, Bright. Not until you take me to bed.”
“Vixen.” Battling through the confusion reflected in his eyes, he gripped her upper arms and pulled her into a standing position.
“No time for the bed; I’ll claim you against the wall.
” Yet he brought his lips crashing down on hers, treating her to a string of intense and deeply drugging kisses that made her senses spin.
Her knees were decidedly wobbly when she wrenched away merely to breathe. When he was in this mood, she adored him even more, for he was a powerful force. “Show me you’re primed, that in this moment, I am all you want,” she demanded, her whispered voice low and smoky with desire.
“If you can’t tell by this point, there is no hope for us both, but you are both my greatest strength and my biggest weakness.
” With an intensity that stole her ability to speak, Bright caught her in his arms. He shuttled her over the floor then pinned her between his hard chest and the wall at her back.
The kisses he treated her to were addicting, and so easily could she lose herself in him; he dueled with her tongue as they both fought for domination, but eventually he won, and she gave herself over to his mastery.
In this moment, there was only her and him. The case didn’t matter; worries for the future didn’t matter. Only passion fueled her, for they both needed that release, especially after the attack earlier in the evening.
When he encouraged one of her legs up, shoving the skirts of her petticoat and shift out of his way as he went, she hooked it over his hip and wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders.
In his arms, she had everything she’d ever wanted: security, contentment, desire, love.
His eyes were dark with need, nearly as black with the same passion coursing through her veins, and his hands were at her arse holding her against the wall as he set out to apparently devour her whole.
Mary forgot everything as she wriggled into a better position, clung to him while she kissed him back with a hunger that surprised her.
With him, like this, she remembered she was much more than a woman who kept a house, a woman who was a mother.
In Gabriel, she’d found a freedom she’d only dreamed of before, and as a shudder went through her, she gasped when he fit his tip to her opening.
“Bright…”
“I know.”
Her moan of need sounded overly loud to her ears, but he swallowed the remainder of the noise and at the same time, he flexed his hips, penetrated her swift and deep, without stopping until he’d penetrated her to the hilt.
“Good heavens.” Awe threaded through her utterance, for this coupling felt different, as if they both hovered on the precipice of change.
As always, her husband was so large, so thick, and he filled her so completely she wanted to cry from the perfection of that moment, but instead, she dug her nails into his shoulders as her eyes shuttered closed.
The most delicious sensations bounced through her insides, and she shivered with anticipation. “Give me all of you.”
“Don’t I always?” Then he moved, thrusting with short strokes, forcefully spearing into her which set her blood on fire and each nerve ending tingling.
As best as she could, Mary attempted to match his rhythm, but the position was awkward, and the drugging kisses hindered her efforts. It didn’t seem to affect him, for Bright continued to move, so she clung to his shoulders and pulled him closer with her leg around his waist.