Chapter 22 #2
Malachy was half-turned away when she snuck another taste.
He caught her thieving hand and backed her against the counter, caging her with his body.
“Not a good girl,” he mused. He raised her incriminating finger and slowly pulled it into his mouth, licking chocolate off the digit before she could get a taste.
She watched him lap sweetness from her body, her pupils blown wide.
He lifted her to sit on the counter and stood between her parted legs, hands warm where her garters disappeared beneath the black dress.
She wrapped her arms around him, flicking her tongue along the seam of his mouth. “Just one taste,” she murmured.
“Only if I get to taste you first.” He skimmed his nose down her cheek, along her jaw. “Are you wet for me, Cora?”
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. His hands glided up her thighs. He traced her hot center through her knickers. A long finger slipped beneath the fabric and grazed her dripping core.
“Liar,” he said against her lips, only a whisper between them. Gazes locked, he slowly withdrew his hand and licked the glisten of her desire from his finger. The intoxicating taste of her made him groan.
She pulled him close and kissed him senseless.
Hands ran over his chest, through his hair, down his back, clinging to his biceps.
He peeled off all the layers that kept him from feeling her against him.
First went her shawl, tossed onto the kitchen floor.
Then he unfastened the hooks of her dress until it dropped to her waist.
“Did you wear this dress to torture me?”
Her smile was smug. “Did it work?”
“Yes.” Lowering her silk chemise, he bared her to his feasting gaze. He bent his head, coaxing her rose-pink nipples into stiff buds. Her long moan wrapped around his cock like a fist.
“Just one taste.” He dipped a finger into the warm chocolate and painted one ripe peak. She gasped at the warm shock of sweetness, then moaned at the heat of his mouth, lapping and suckling. He dragged her nipple through his teeth.
She raised his head, and their mouths fused in a searing kiss, dessert and desire thick on his tongue.
“I want to taste you, Malachy.”
He lifted an eyebrow, the only response he was capable of given the rush of blood southward.
Cora shimmied off the counter and slid down the hard length of him, igniting an eruption of sensations in the wake of her soft curves.
He circled her waist, fitting her against him, and eased her dress over her hips.
She stilled his hands when they reached for her chemise. “Anticipation is its own reward.”
Entwining their fingers, she guided him to stand before the library’s crackling hearth. He longed to taste and explore every inch of her kissed by firelight.
Impatient hands pushed the shirt from his shoulders and slid down his bare torso, hooking in his waistband. Soft lips kissed across his chest, over his pounding heart.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as she unfastened his trousers and slid them off his legs along with his shorts. His cock sprung free, long and thick and weeping. An anguished sound escaped his throat as she took him in hand, skin to skin, and stroked, long and slow.
“Oh, Malachy. You’re beautiful everywhere.” She traced the contours of his desire. Her fingers closed around the base and pumped him from root to tip. He groaned, and lowered his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled.
“You’ll tell me?” She caressed the pulsing length of him. “What you like?”
“Short of biting it off,” he managed, “there is little you could do that wouldn’t please me.”
Eyes lit with curiosity, she learned the shape of him, thick and heavy in her hand and straining for more than her tentative grip.
He closed his fingers around hers and showed her how he liked to be touched, tightening her grip, up and down his shaft, cupping his heavy bollocks.
Her thumb caressed the swollen head, slipping in the arousal beading at the tip.
Christ, he wouldn’t last long. Her warm grip tortured him with each slow stroke.
He tossed a cushion before the fire. “Kneel.”
She knelt, a supplicant on her knees, but forgiveness was not what she was asking.
He unbound her hair, pin by pin. Gleaming chestnut hair fell in thick waves around her shoulders.
His thumb traced her bottom lip, tugging it down.
Her tongue swirled over the pad, drew it into her mouth and sucked.
He watched her, slowly pumping his cock.
“Open.” Her mouth opened, and he guided his length between her parted lips. “Suck.”
Inch by inch, he fed her his cock. His fingers combed through her hair, gently cupped the back of head, gliding the tip of his hard length along her tongue.
“Jesus, you look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth. What you can’t fit between your lips, take in hand.
Just like that, love. If it’s too much, pull back or tap my leg, and I’ll stop. ”
Her tongue traced the vein throbbing on the underside. She licked the slit of his leaking tip, tasting his arousal. He groaned, shallowly thrusting into her warm, wet mouth.
“Can you take a little more?” His thumbs caressed over her cheekbones. Her eyes met his, her mouth still wrapped around him. She slid lower, until her mouth met where her hand fisted the base.
“You take me so good.” His fingers tangled in her mane of hair, gently gliding the velvet heat of her mouth along him. “Ah fuck, your tongue, just like that. Good girl.”
Cora was on her knees, bobbing up and down on his cock, her breasts full and bouncing and kissed by the hearth's glow. His heavy bollocks threatened to spill. He wanted to thrust all the way in, fuck her beautiful mouth, pour his release down her throat.
“Keep going, and I won’t be able to stop,” he panted, the words a warning and a plea.
Gazes locked, she slowly withdrew. He popped out of her mouth, a bridge of saliva still connecting them.
The fire burning in her eyes told him that she knew exactly what she did to him and fucking loved it.
She licked her lips, then the crown of his cock.
Inch by inch she took him back into her mouth.
Every muscle taut, he fucked her mouth, thrusting in a quickening rhythm. She took him with a moan that reverberated along his shaft.
“You’ve come on my tongue, love. Shall I come on yours?”
In answer, she swallowed his cock. He hit the back of her throat and was lost to sensation. The warm curl of her tongue, the firm grip of her hand, stroking him. The tension coiling inside him threatened to snap. Hips pumping, his hands fisted in her hair.
“Ah, fuck, Cora. I’m going to come.”
With a burst of pleasure and a blissful moan, he shot ropes of come down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking him clean.
When he at last returned to his body, panting and sated, he swiped his thumb along her swollen bottom lip. “Very good girl.”
She looked flustered and pleased with her messy hair and wet nipples, on her knees with his cock in hand. Ah, Christ, he could love her. The word rushed from his heart and almost tumbled from his lips before he caught himself. Take it slow, he reminded himself.
He helped her to stand and held her close, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Their tastes intermingled as he captured her plump pink lips in a languorous kiss. Absolute fucking perfection.
“Was I too rough?”
“No, I love it when you get…” She ran her teeth over her bottom lip. “Feral.”
That was all the encouragement Malachy needed. He carried her to the sofa across from the crackling fireplace and gently laid her back. He kissed his craving into her soft skin, drawing her chemise lower as his hands and mouth explored.
“Turnabout’s fair play. Tell me what you need, love.”
“I…”
“Are you blushing?” He smiled against her fluttering stomach, glancing up through fallen locks of hair to her flushed face. “After you just sucked the lifeforce out of me?”
She pulled him down onto the sofa, crushing his weight atop her. “I want you to kiss me.” She guided his hand between her thighs and moaned as he found her dripping core.
By degrees, he lowered himself down her body. His cock stirred at the smooth glide of her long limbs beneath him. With the tips of his fingers and the palms of his hands, he worshipped her.
How easily her thighs parted as he dipped his head and tasted her, lapping up her desire, delving through soaked folds to tease her aching bud.
“I’ll never have enough of you,” he murmured against her most intimate flesh.
Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he eased a long finger inside her, then another, filling her, stretching her, preparing her for all of him.
He fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked.
Her back arched off the sofa with a cry of pleasure that echoed through the towering bookshelves.
Her inner muscles squeezed him like a fist. Malachy couldn’t wait to feel her clench like that around his cock.
Lightly, he dragged her clit between his teeth,. Fingers gliding through her wet heat, he stroked a spot deep inside her, and she cried out.
“Malachy—”
But before she could come apart around him, a shiver of apprehension stole down his spine.
The house wards had been breached.
A moment later, a knock sounded on the front door. They froze.
Malachy lifted his head from between her quivering thighs to meet her gaze. Another knock, louder. Disentangling himself, he stood and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
Outside, the day had died and the gas lamps had flickered to life. He had nearly refastened his trousers over his straining length when the urgent knocks turned to relentless bangs.
“Stay here.” Uncocking his gun, Malachy made his way towards the front door. The wood groaned under the heavy abuse on the other side.
He raised the gun and flung open the door.