Chapter 7 #3
“Suck you.” Allegra raised her eyebrows.
“Hmm … I think I might enjoy that immensely.” She compromised by wrapping her fingers loosely around the base of his cock and carefully took the tip of him into her mouth.
“Mmm …” She hummed through her nose, and he groaned, his hips rolling forward, urging her to take more. She willingly obliged.
Soon she had established a rather nice rhythm that she was quite proud of and a deepening confidence in her ability to take him even farther down her throat.
“Allegra …” His voice sounded strained. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.” He’d barely said the words before his hips bucked once more, and he released, making her have to swallow rather fast.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “I lost control.”
“Good,” Allegra said as she wiped her mouth. “I was rather worried that I’d be the only one.”
His slow smile made her want to purr and start all over again. “You are doing very well, my lady.”
“Yes, I’ve always believed that enthusiasm is a fair match for lack of experience. I have listened closely to my married female friends when they speak about their husbands and lovers.”
“And you obviously learned to pleasure yourself.”
“Of course I did.” Allegra raised her eyebrows. “How could I not?”
“Come here.” He patted the sheet beside him. “We haven’t finished yet.”
“You don’t have to do anymore, if you don’t want to, Max,” Allegra said. “Tonight has already been a revelation.”
“I thought you wanted the full rakish experience?” Max asked. “Have you changed your mind?”
“No.” She met his gaze head on. “But I must admit that the experience has been far more … intense than I anticipated.”
“Intense?” He rolled his eyes. “Madam, we’ve barely started. By the end of this night, if you aren’t hoarse from screaming my name, I’ll be devastated.” He picked her up and sat her astride his lap. “Now, where were we?”
He should have known it would be like this …
the signs had been there when he’d kissed her, and she’d responded so directly.
And now he was caught in her net like a gasping fish, and all his much-vaunted control had slipped through his fingers.
He couldn’t stop, though. As she’d noted, the experience was far too intense, and her lack of shyness and rampant curiosity just fueled his desire.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
She scowled at him, her hair now down her back, her lips swollen from his kisses and a flush on her body that told of her pleasure. “Why?”
“Because I want to be inside you,” he said. “Do you still want that?”
“Yes, please.” She obligingly climbed off his lap and lay down, one hand behind her head. “Will this do?”
“Perfectly.” Max eased one of her thighs wide and kissed her mound, making her shiver.
He gently eased a finger inside her, watching her face as he did so, sensing her readiness. She held his gaze as he added another, moving them back and forth, his thumb grazing her already swollen bud.
“Please, Max.”
“Please what?” He smiled as she eased her knee higher so that she could place her foot on the mattress.
“Me!” She frowned at him.
“You are a very impatient person.”
“I think I’ve been very patient,” Allegra said. “I’ve waited twenty-six years for this.”
“I do hope you’ll think I was worth the wait,” Max said as he guided the crown of his cock toward her entrance and pushed slightly inward.
Her gaze intensified, and she grabbed the wrist of his supporting arm as he rocked back and forth until he was fully seated within her.
“Well?” he asked.
“That’s quite extraordinary.” She clenched her muscles around his shaft, and he set his jaw. “Can you move, or will that be the end of it?”
“Oh, I can move.” He drew back and plunged forward again.
Her eyes went wide. “That enhances the sensations quite considerably.”
He clasped her foot and placed it on his hip. “Hold onto me and stop being so analytical.”
“I can’t help it. This is my first time, and I want to remember every second of it.”
“And I want you screaming so hard you can no longer think,” Max said. “Now, let’s see who wins.”
He tried to be gentle, but she wasn’t amenable to him holding back, so he fucked her as hard as she wanted and received no complaints, only an order for him to carry on.
By the time he was close to climaxing, he’d made her come four times, and she was now nothing but sharpened desire, a thing of beauty and ferocious need that fought to consume him.
He set his jaw, stopped kissing her, and held her gaze. “I have to pull out before I come.”
“Why?” she demanded. “I want to feel you do that inside me.”
Max very much wanted to agree with her, but thank God, some remnants of common sense remained. “I don’t want to get you with child.”
She went still. “I understand. Do what you must.”
He eased free, the very motion causing him to come as he rolled away and spent on the sheets. He stayed where he was, face down, breathing hard, until he found the composure to turn and look at her.
“Thank you,” she said, her gray eyes clear. “That was remarkable.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “You are remarkable.”
She cupped his face. “I’ll never forget this.”
“I should bloody well hope not.” Max yawned, desperately hiding behind the mundane, because his emotions were all over the place. “Now, shall we get some sleep? We have a long journey tomorrow.”
Allegra watched as Max instantly fell asleep, his expression relaxed, his generous mouth still bearing the remnants of his smile.
She got out of the bed and almost fell as she walked to the table, where there was a basin and pitcher.
Her body wasn’t accustomed to being used in such ways.
There was a pleasurable soreness between her legs as she gently cleaned off the blood, and she shivered as the roughness of the cloth revived the ache of need Max had left there.
She found her nightgown and put it on, but she had no desire to sleep.
Instead, she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and went to sit in the window seat.
It was still dark outside, and, as they were in the countryside, there was a complete absence of light, which made her feel as if she were caught in a moment out of time.
The whole experience felt like that—Max agreeing to make love to her and her having the nerve to ask.
But she didn’t regret it. If her life became as boring and monotonous as she feared, she’d always have these memories.
A tear trickled down her cheek, and she swiftly scrubbed it away. There was nothing to be sad about. She’d got what she wanted, she didn’t regret it, and she would move forward with her life with the knowledge that she had been thoroughly and properly pleasured by an absolute rake.