Chapter 8 #2
“I know I enjoyed that,” he countered. “In fact, I’m fairly certain I’ve never enjoyed anything more.”
“Good,” she said, tugging him to the bed. “I think you’ll enjoy what comes next, as well.”
She was teasing him, he knew, but his body didn’t care. His body heard the words, and the anticipation of what came next, of more pleasure shared with this incredible woman, of touching this incredible woman, was enough to make him harden all over again.
“You are wearing far too many clothes.” She sat on the edge of the mattress and pointed an imperious finger at him, her eyes twinkling. “Strip, Your Grace.”
With unsteady hands, Gregory quickly shed his coat and cravat and tossed them to the floor at his feet. His waistcoat and lawn shirt swiftly joined to the pile and then it was on to his trousers.
After he’d removed his boots and kicked off his trousers, he rose and looked at the gorgeous woman watching him, her gaze raking over his naked form.
“Can I touch you now?” he asked, his voice gruff with need. Because although he’d enjoyed the pleasures she’d given him, he hadn’t touched her yet and he was quite desperate to do so.
Justina held her hands out to him, inviting him to join her, and he had to force himself not to sprint to the bed. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to remember this, every single moment with her, for as long as he was on this earth.
“God, you’re lovely,” he murmured, taking in every inch of soft, creamy skin before him. “The loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She spread her thighs wide and drew him into the V between her legs.
“Touch me, Gregory.”
Her whispered plea, so urgent, so taut, sent a hot surge of lust through his body. Gently, he cupped her breasts, a low groan escaping him even as she whimpered. Her skin was just as soft as he knew it would be, the supple flesh filling his hands as if meant for him and him alone.
He grazed her nipples with his thumbs and she gasped, a shudder running through her body. On instinct, he leaned down and took one tight bud in his mouth, tasting the salt of her skin.
Her hands shot to his head, and she arched her back, tugging on his hair.
He shifted to give the same attention to her other breast, loving her with his lips and tongue, and every moan and whimper she gave him was a stroke to his pride and his cock.
“I could do this all afternoon,” he murmured, kissing the hollow between her breasts.
“I would have no objection to that,” she said, “if not for the other places begging for their turn.”
He drew back to meet her gaze and found her watching him with a teasing smile. “My cunny is wet and aching for your cock,” she said, the wicked words a shock to his brain.
His gaze fell to her quim, plump and pink and glistening.
“Touch me,” she urged, widening her thighs as she guided his hand between their bodies to her most intimate flesh. He stroked her with two fingers, tentative in his exploration, and the feel of her, so hot and wet, made him groan aloud.
“Is this all right?” he asked huskily, the urge to plunge inside her with something besides his fingers nearly overwhelming his self-control.
She hummed her approval. “You have wonderful hands.” Then she placed her own hand over his and guided his middle finger inside her sheath before easing it free and stroking the slickened pad over the small nub at the opening to her slit.
Her eyes fell closed and a breath hissed through her teeth as she stroked herself again with his finger, showing him how she liked to be touched.
“Like that,” she murmured. “Exactly like that.”
He continued stroking her, his gaze locked on her face to gauge her reaction to his inexpert touch. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed as she rocked her hips into his hand.
“I want to taste you,” he said. “Would you welcome that?”
He’d certainly welcomed it when she’d taken him in her mouth, but he had no idea if she would enjoy the same from him.
“Returning the favor?” she asked with an arched brow. “You don’t owe me anything, Gregory.”
The teasing glint in her eyes told him she’d intentionally repeated his words from earlier.
“I know. Will you let me anyway?”
She blew out a beleaguered sigh then fell onto her back. “If you insist.”
Chuckling, he spread her thighs further apart and bent down, stroking his tongue along the seam of her sex, wringing a panting groan from her throat.
She tasted like salted honey, only better, and he groaned with pleasure as he licked her again.
He circled his tongue around that tight little bead she’d showed him then slid a finger inside her, adding another, pumping deep as he continued to pleasure her with his lips and tongue.
Her thighs had begun to tremble, and her hands were gripping his hair, holding him close as her hips moved to meet his strokes.
“Don’t stop,” she demanded, the words a throaty pant.
As if he could stop. He was nearly as desperate as she was now, desperate to taste her climax on his tongue and know that he was the one who’d made her body sing.
She gripped his head tighter, bucking now as she chased her pleasure and Gregory increased his pace before sucking her pearl into his mouth and drawing hard. She stiffened, crying out as shuddering tremors wracked her body, and then she went limp.
“My goodness,” she said a moment later. “You certainly are a quick study.”
He rose to his feet and smiled down at her, inordinately pleased with himself. “My childhood tutors used to say the same.”
“I’d wager you didn’t enjoy your Latin lessons as much as you’re enjoying this,” she said with a wink.
“You would win that wager.”
She sat up and reached for his hand, giving it a tug. “Come. I haven’t finished with you yet.”
His cock throbbed its enthusiasm as Gregory joined her on the bed, his pulse kicking up at what was to come. He could scarcely believe he was about to make love for the first time, and with this woman. This gorgeous, clever, incredible woman.
Damn, but he was a lucky man.
“Lie down on your back, please,” Justina requested, her politeness making him smile.
Gregory did as he was bid, stretching out on the mattress, the counterpane cool and only slightly scratchy against his skin.
He gazed up at Justina, admiring her beauty, her skin luminous in the firelight as she straddled his thighs.
She leaned down and kissed him, her hair tickling his chest and belly, an unexpected sensation that only heightened his desire.
He returned her kiss hungrily, gripping her hips as he gave her his tongue. She returned the favor, their tongues sparring as her hands began to wander, skating down his biceps and across his chest, her touch a sweet torment.
And then she drew back and lifted her hips, bracing one hand on his shoulder. She used the other to guide his shaft inside her, and Gregory let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as her wet heat gripped him like a glove.
Justina began to move, riding him slowly, her full breasts bobbing with each thrust. She was gorgeous like this, and she felt so bloody good he was afraid he might lose his mind from the pleasure of it.
His eyes drifted closed, and immediately Justina stilled her movements.
“Look at me,” she ordered, the words breathless. “Do not take your gaze from mine.”
He opened his eyes, obeying her command, helpless to do anything as she worked him over, her pace quickening.
She was close to orgasm, and so was he, but he gritted his teeth, determined to hold out until she’d found her pleasure.
Her quim clenched around him, and her eyes, heavy-lidded and pleasure-soaked, stayed on his as her body shuddered and shook.
With a ragged groan, Gregory gripped her hips and thrust upward, once, twice, before lifting her up and pulling free to spill his seed on the counterpane.
Justina fell onto the bed on her back with a sigh while he forced himself to rise and retrieve a wet cloth to clean up after himself.
Once he’d finished, he lay on the bed again and rolled onto his side to look at Justina, who turned her head to smile at him.
“Well, how was your first foray into the pleasures of the flesh?” she teased. “Was it all you hoped it would be?”
“Better,” he said. “You are an excellent tutor.”
“I had an adept student,” she said, her smile drowsy now, her eyes drifting closed. “I hope he will be ready for another lesson soon.”
“Anytime you like,” he murmured. “Anytime at all.”
As he lay beside her watching her doze, he tried not to think about how she had become such an excellent tutor.
He didn’t like the thought of another man touching her, but he knew he had no right to be jealous of her past. He should be grateful for it, and for all the ways she knew how to please a man.
Ways which had made his first time better than he had ever imagined.