CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #3
When he worried the sweet bud between his teeth, she inhaled sharply and reached for the edge of the reading table behind her to steady herself.
But her need for him only increased her trembling, only deepened the arch of her back as she thrust her breast deeper into his mouth.
He eagerly gave her the pleasure she sought.
While his tongue and lips tormented her left breast, his fingers wickedly teased her right nipple with both soothing caresses and arousing pinches and pulls, both demanding and tender at the same time.
He released her nipple from between his lips with a soft pop, then darted his head up to capture her mouth.
He shoved his tongue between her lips in hard, possessive thrusts that made her melt against the table behind her and drew a shuddering moan of need from her throat.
Her fingers ran through his hair and dug into his scalp, boldly urging him on.
He gladly obliged by drawing her tongue into his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking hard to draw out every drop of her sweetness.
She tore her mouth away from his to recover her breath, but he didn’t ease the torture. Instead, he left open-mouthed kissed down her throat and across her breasts that rose and fell temptingly with each panting gasp she took. “We shouldn’t…not here…”
He slid his hands down to her buttocks and pulled her against him. “Oh, we very much should.” A press of his pelvis into her soft belly showed her exactly how much. “Because I won’t be able to come to your room tonight and make love to you there.”
“Why… Oh.” She nestled back against his front when he turned her in his arms to face the window overlooking the lawn and the guests lingering in the torchlight. “You mean Verity.” Throaty laughter bubbled from her lips as he placed open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck. “The talk.”
“She’s unmarried and not the best expert on intimacies between men and women, but I’m certain she’ll be in your room all evening attempting to explain it to you,” he murmured as he slid his hands languidly down both sides of her body. “I can only imagine what she’ll tell you.”
She lifted her arm to wrap it around his neck behind her, causing her to arch her back and thrust out her breasts toward the shadows.
“That a wife isn’t expected to enjoy her marriage bed?
That she should never attempt seduction?
” Her other hand dangling at her side grabbed her skirt and peeled it up her legs to her thighs.
“That she should never express her wants or acknowledge her pleasure?”
With a low growl, he slid his palms down her bare legs, then slipped them between her inner thighs and slowly caressed upward until he reached her curls. He raked his fingers teasingly through them.
“That she should never make any kind of wanton noise.” A low moan came from her lips and made her point. “Not even if it feels good.” When he slid his fingers through her satiny folds and teased at her hot core, she whimpered. “Oh, that feels so very good!”
He chuckled against her nape and slowly caressed back and forth along her feminine lips, which were already soaked and slippery with arousal.
He nudged his knee between her legs and eased them further apart to give him more access to the most intimate part of her.
Encouraged by the way her breath turned into soft pants, he stroked faster and deeper into her crevice until he slid two fingers inside her tight warmth, and her panting changed into a series of low mewlings.
He groaned. Sweet Lucifer, she felt exquisite, already hot and wet in anticipation of having his cock buried deep inside her.
They were perfectly matched physically; she brought him such pleasure that even now he trembled at just the thought of having her body clenching eagerly around his.
But it was the emotional attraction between them that shook him to his core, because no matter how wonderful his release, he felt even more pleasure at being able to bring her to her own breath-taking bliss.
“Do you think she’ll tell you to lie perfectly still and not move?” he taunted as he circled the curl of her ear with his tongue.
Playing along with their wanton game, she wiggled her hips against his hand in both jesting and in silent begging for him to increase the intensity of his stroking.
He gladly obliged, thrusting his fingers deeper and teasing at her clit with his thumb.
A hot shiver swept through her in response, so intense that the tiny muscles inside her clenched hard around his fingers and caused him to catch his breath.
“Most likely,” she panted out as she eagerly thrust her hips forward to meet each stroke of his fingers, “she’ll say to…to close my eyes…and think…of England.”
“Dear God,” he growled with a punishing nip to her earlobe. “I hope you’re not thinking of England when I’m inside you.”
“When you’re inside me, my love,” she said huskily and leaned over the reading table on one forearm while she pulled her skirt up to her lower back, “all I think about is you.” She tilted her bare bottom toward him in wicked invitation. “Nothing but you.”
Gabe’s restraint snapped. He yanked open his fall and shoved her legs further apart with his knee. From behind, he positioned his engorged cock against her core, grabbed her hips with both hands, and stepped forward with a hard thrust to bury his aching length inside her tight warmth.
She gasped at having him inside her so quickly, only for the sound to mellow into a low moan of sheer pleasure.
He held still for a moment, uncertain despite the hard breaths pouring from his chest and the way she writhed beneath him, her hands clasping at the table for purchase.
In all their bouts of lovemaking during the past few weeks, he’d never taken her in this position before and never with such pure animal need.
Despite her desire for such rough love play, he knew he should stop now.
She wasn’t some courtesan or widow with years of experience and knowledge about sex; in many ways, she was still innocent to all the pleasures that men and women could share together, and the last thing he wanted her to do was think of him as a lust-crazed beast…
even if he was when it came to her. At the very least he should turn her around to face him, to make love to her in a way more like what gentlemen and wives—
“Gabe, please,” she protested at his stillness, as if reading his mind.
Shifting slightly so her bottom nested securely against his hips, she placed her palms flat on the tabletop and began to bump her buttocks against his pelvis in small little thrusts that lightly pulsed his hard cock inside her.
All his senses fled until he knew nothing more than how hot and wet she was, how tight yet yielding, how eager to have him thrusting into her in this exciting new way.
“Take me like this.” A whimper of frustration fell from her lips, and she stepped her legs apart to further widen her stance. “Hard, fast…please.”
A groan of capitulation tore from the back of his throat.
Unable to resist her begging mewlings and her unschooled movements that simply seduced him, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her bottom pressed tightly against him and swirled his hips to bring himself as deeply inside her as the position allowed.
He half lay across her back as he rocked himself into her, enjoying the deep plunging slide and smooth retreat of their joined bodies and reveled in the wanton joy of taking her from behind.
“Like this?” He licked his tongue down her spine and circled his hips against her bottom.
“Oh, yes! Exactly like—”