Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Cedric,” Deborah panted, then keened as another shudder passed through her body.
“Cedric.”
There were words. Other words, and many of them, too.
She was sure of it. But this man’s - her husband’s- name was the only one she seemed to be able to say.
She had thought that the release he had given her with his fingers was intense.
Then, the moment she felt his wickedly skilled tongue slide over her mons, she knew she had been mistaken.
The second release he’d given her was…devastating.
Her mind blanked. Her vision had gone black. For several long moments, her breath could not leave her lungs, and she feared she might actually suffocate on ecstasy. Then Cedric drew back and lightly slapped her oversensitive mons, and her soul slammed back into her body.
“Oh, my God,” she panted, finally able to open her eyes again. She tried to lean up on her arms, but she trembled so much that she simply fell back down.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, shocks of pleasure still racking her body.
Another wave of lust slammed into her as she watched Cedric rise from between her legs, and even though she was sure she was spent and nearly dehydrated, she felt another splash of wet heat coat her thighs.
Cedric’s hair was completely mussed by the way she’d fisted it into her hands as she had her second orgasm, making him look even more devilishly handsome somehow.
Then she met his eyes and lost her breath all over again.
Cedric’s eyes were hooded and black and full of need as they locked gazes.
His plump, slightly parted lips and chin glistened with the proof of her release.
In the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispered that she should be ashamed of the mess she had made on his face.
Instead, she felt a strange and heady sense of power as she watched him slowly bring his forearm up to his mouth and clean the proof of her pleasure away.
“You made me a promise,” he panted, his deep voice raw with ache.
Yes, I did, and I intend to keep it.
“Show me,” she breathed, then boldly slipped her hand down between them. “Show me what to do.”
Cedric unleashed a throaty, tortured groan as her palm smoothed over the bulge in his trousers.
She had expected that. His pleasure. What she had not expected was the rush of lust and power it made her feel as he groaned and quivered atop her. She smoothed her hand over him again, and this time she moaned with him, loving the way his manhood pulsed and grew under her touch.
“That’s the way,” he rasped, bucking his hips into her palm.
Growing bolder, Deborah slid her hands up to his trousers and freed the buttons at his hips. The cloth dropped away, and she used her thighs to smooth them down, over his chiseled backside and powerful thighs, until he was exposed from the waist down.
Deborah let her eyes drift down, and she gasped as his sex was revealed.
Her mouth began to water as she took in his hard, thick length that stood out straight and proud.
At his root sat a round sac that made her curious, and at the tip sat a flared, almost purple head that had clear droplets dribbling down his erection.
What drew her eye the most, however, was the pulsing, thick vein that ran from tip to root.
“Eyes up here, darling.”
Deborah snapped out of her reverie at once, and as her gaze drew up to Cedric’s face, she found a devilishly handsome smirk.
“See what you do to me?” He asked, gripping her chin with a quickness that made her hiss in a breath.
Deborah swallowed, transfixed by all he made her feel.
“Does it hurt?” She asked.
Cedric’s answering chuckle was low and wicked.
“Oh, you have no idea the ache it causes me,” he rasped, massaging his grip over her chin, then down to her throat as his black eyes sparked with gold, “But you are going to relieve me, aren’t you, darling?”
Her shame completely gone, Deborah nodded quickly as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“Yes,” she breathed, then boldly wrapped her hand around his length and slowly began to pump.
Surprise sparked in Cedric’s eyes before they fluttered shut, and his head fell back as he unleashed another heady groan.
“Christ, you will be my undoing,” he murmured, his hips beginning to move in time with her hand.
Deborah smiled, liking the idea of being his undoing.
She leaned up, emboldened by the new sense of power flooding through her veins, and she pressed her free hand to Cedric’s chest. He let her lead and shifted so that his back was pressed to the back of the sofa as she crawled down onto the floor and got on her knees.
She watched her fisted hand draw slowly up his length, and felt another gush of wetness splash her inner thighs as she watched her efforts draw more of those crystal droplets from the tip of his cock.
Curious and bold, she leaned toward him and flicked her tongue over them, drawing them into her mouth. Cedric’s hips bucked at once as she lingered on his salty, masculine taste, nearly pushing his mushroomed head between her parted lips.
“Oh, God, Deborah!” Cedric hissed as his fingertips dug into the sofa.
She leaned back, smiling wickedly.
“Good? Or bad?” She was taunting him now- and she loved it.
“Good,” he panted, his head rolling back and forth over the back of the sofa, “So good.”
“I believe I have changed my mind,” she mused, letting her palms smooth over the top of his muscular thighs, which tensed immediately.
Cedric’s eyes flew open at once as his head snapped forward, looking at her with both panic and betrayal, which she met with a sultry smirk.
“I do not want you to show me what to do,” she explained, letting her nails dig slightly into his heated flesh, “I think I want to make my own discovery.”
Deborah felt the tension melt from Cedric’s body at once, and that panicked look shifted to a devilishly handsome smirk.
“Oh, you are a wonder, aren’t you?” He mused, lifting a hand to almost lovingly stroke the side of her neck. “I am yours to discover then, my little temptress.”
Oh. Oh, I like that. I like that very much.
Urged on by the sexual tension palpating through not just their bodies but through the entire room, Deborah leaned forward to resume her exploration.
This time, she traced the flat of her tongue along the pulsing vein that ran the entire length of his erection.
Cedric hissed in another breath as his hands tightened around her neck, but he did not try to lead her.
He let her take every lick, every stroke when she wanted and where she wanted until his head lolled back once again and he began to murmur incomprehensible words as his entire body began to tremble and jerk just as he had made hers do.
She wondered then if she could make him fall off that edge he’d dangled her over for so long- if she could make him erupt as he had made her.
Deborah traced the tip of her tongue around his sensitive head one last time, parted her lips wide, then boldly, slowly, sank her mouth and throat until her lips pressed against the flesh of his pelvis.
“Oh, God, Deborah, yes,” Cedric rasped, his hands flying up to her hair.
But she pulled back and could not help but smirk in satisfaction as he let out a strangled sound of agony.
“More?” She asked, meeting his eyes.
Cedric only nodded as he drew in a deep, trembling breath.
“Yes,” he panted, “God, yes.”
“Now you may show me what to do,” she purred, then slid her mouth over him once again.
Cedric spared no time, using the grip in her hair to work himself in and out of her mouth and down her throat until she gagged around him.
He unleashed a savage moan as her throat tightened around him.
Instead of being disgusted by the sound as she had feared he would be, it seemed instead to spur him on, driving his hips faster, his moans louder, until suddenly his entire body froze, and he slammed a final time into her mouth.
Hot liquid gushed down her throat as Cedric murmured nearly unintelligible praises over and over again.
Deborah had no choice but to swallow, but as she mentally checked in with herself, she realized that she very much did not mind.
In fact, swallowing his pleasure seemed to only amplify that new sense of power running in her veins.
When his spasms finally stopped, Cedric pulled her head back, her lips releasing him with a wicked pop sound as they became unconnected, and before she could think or act, Cedric was dragging her from her knees up into his lap and cradling her.
His arms held her tightly to him, pressing her head against his chest as he still fought to catch his breath, and Deborah found herself smiling again as she heard the loud, rapid beating of his heart.
She snuggled in, relishing in the heat their bodies had created, and closed her eyes, entranced by the way Cedric’s pounding heart slowly drew back to its normal pace.
“You…” Cedric panted after several long moments of silence.
Deborah felt his hand draw under her chin in a surprisingly gentle manner, and she lifted her head to meet his eyes. They were still blacked out from pleasure, but there was something else there too- awe.
“You, my little torturess, you are a revelation,” He finished, stroking his fingers under her jaw.
Deborah blushed bashfully, feeling her soul preen at such an intense praise from a man who was a renowned rake.
“Not too innocent for you?” She could not help but tease, and Cedric let out a husky laugh as he drew her mouth to his for a quick yet intense kiss.
“I do not know quite what you are, Deborah Hunt,” he rasped as he pulled away and stroked her hair from her face, “But what I do know is I certainly underestimated you.”