Chapter 42 #2
She inhaled sharply as his mouth came to the thatch of curls at her center. Her most intimate place, where she had never been kissed. Her center throbbed with longing. Suddenly shy, she stopped him.
“Perry…”
“Yes, my countess,” he rasped, panting against her most tender flesh and waiting.
“What are you doing?” Her brow furrowed as she spoke, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” he said as he studied her. “Do you trust me?”
At his words, a pulse throbbed in her core. Seeing his mouth poised at her entrance sent a delicious thrill through her body. Though it seemed wicked, she wanted what he was offering.
He slid a finger inside her, and her passage clenched around him. Scalding heat washed over her.
“So silky. Please, Lottie. You must let me taste you.”
Nerves fluttered in her chest at his words.
How did one taste their lover? She gave him a slight nod and watched in fascination as he dipped his head and tasted her as one would a tempting morsel.
His tongue slipped from his mouth, flicking against her.
Charlotte cried out at the pleasure of his finger moving within her and his tongue drawing circles over her tight bundle of nerves.
“Perry,” she whimpered, her legs parting wider, offering herself up completely.
“Do you want me to stop?” He dragged his tongue along her entrance.
“No. I need you,” she breathed, digging her fingers into the blankets and savoring each delicious touch. “I want more.”
“As you wish, my countess,” he mumbled.
Each word made her body tremble as he teased her throbbing clitoris. With a groan, Perry lifted his head and their gazes caught as he slid a second finger into her silken heat.
Charlotte could barely catch her breath at the sensation of fullness as he moved his thick fingers inside her and lowered his head to suck on her.
Her tight sheath squeezed his fingers, building to a crescendo she had only begun to crave, a pleasure relegated only to memories from the past. Reaching his other hand to squeeze and stroke her aching nipple, Perry continued to torment her until a rush of pleasure overcame her.
A cry was wrenched from her lips as she clamped down on his fingers.
Her body burned, feverish with longing to feel him deep inside her.
Perry devoured each drop of her pleasure, savoring the taste of her release with his eager tongue.
“Please. I need to feel all of you,” she whimpered, her back arching against him.
The earl pulled back, swiping the back of his arm over his mouth and giving her a wolfish grin.
Charlotte panted as she watched Perry discard his breeches, releasing his straining erection from its prison. Her body flooded at the sight of his cock, thick and dripping with need.
He tugged on his length, swiping his tongue over his lips. “Is this what you need, my countess?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her body lighting up as she watched him touch himself.
Charlotte crawled under the blankets to await him.
Tossing off the covers, Perry positioned himself above her. Watching the intimate way he handled his cock, her mouth went dry. She was eager to give him the same pleasure he had given her.
Sitting up on the bed, she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the tip of his cock.
Perry’s breath caught in his throat and he tilted his head back as her hand slid over to replaced his.
She savored the salty taste of him on her tongue, wondering what she tasted like to him.
Taking him deeper, she filled her mouth with his velvety length.
Perry groaned loudly and pulled out. “You will have much more time to play later. If I do not bury myself inside you immediately, I will perish.”
With a coy smile, Charlotte lay her head on the pillows. “Of course, my naughty earl.” Though not thoroughly satisfied with her exploration, she would allow him to have his pleasure. There would be time to discover the ways in which she could taste him later.
He brought his mouth to hers once more, dropping soft kisses and then hungrier, more demanding ones. He hovered the tip of his cock along her heated, slippery slit.
“Feel how perfectly sweet you are for me. Such a good wife,” he spoke roughly. “So ready.”
“Perry, please,” she pleaded, arching her back to press herself against him. Her nails dug into his back, palms caressing his heated skin.
“With pleasure, my countess.” His breath hitched as he nudged her entrance.
He took his time, easing into her slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the fullness. Though she was no untouched maiden, it had been a long time since they had been intimate. Parting her legs wider to take him fully, she wrapped them around his waist as he ventured deeper.
Still trembling with the remnants of her orgasm, Charlotte squeezed around him, stretching to take him completely. Arching her hips to meet his, he pulled out and moved back inside her with growing urgency. He grew even harder inside her, her body humming in pleasure with each of his deep strokes.
“Lottie, you feel better than you ever did in my dreams. So tight,” he grunted, each thrust pushing her body to the brink.
Though it seemed impossible, a tension gathered in her core once more as he angled himself to hit an especially sensitive place inside her.
His cock rubbed against her each time he slid out, then back in, stoking a fire within.
Her breath came in soft gasps as her body heated beneath him.
He lifted himself up to savor a few deep strokes, and Charlotte whimpered as his fingers slipped between them, teasing her little bundle of nerves until she could bear no more.
“Perry…” His name was a breathless plea on her lips. The tight coil inside her exploded at the myriad of sensations, and her body rose to meet his again and again, desperate for more.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he muttered against her neck as Perry picked up his pace and plundered each bit of pleasure from her depths.
Her passage squeezed around him, milking and tugging on his cock as their sweat-dampened bodies pressed together.
His guttural moan wrenched the air as he pounded into her, filling her body with his own hard-earned release.
Her lungs gulped air as though she were drowning.
And perhaps she was drowning, for whatever was igniting between them was all-consuming.
Breathtaking. Charlotte studied her husband, marveling at what they had just done.
Together, they had attained heights of pleasure she had never expected or known.
Their love no longer seemed like a memory; whatever was burning bright between them was fresh, powerful, and irresistible.
She brushed his hair from his forehead, the tenderness of the feelings he stoked within her almost painful in their depth. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips as his hungry gaze took her in. Something deep and irrevocable lingered in his eyes, and she knew the sentiment was echoed in her own.
When did one ever get to rewrite the story in their own life? A long time ago, she decided that their love story had ended. Somehow, it had been revived, and now the end was nowhere in sight. It was eternal.
Running the palm of her hand along the heated skin of his back, she marveled at having him in her arms again. Perry hummed with pleasure at the touch and lifted his head to drop a kiss on her lips.
Lifting himself up on one arm, he brought his thumb to stroke along her bottom lip, his eyes studying her intensely. She offered him a dazed smile and breathed deeply, as his hand traveled to caress her neck, then her breast.
Her body contracted against him still inside her, and Perry gave a soft grunt.
“I don’t ever want to leave your body,” he admitted, rolling his hips to press inside her once more. Charlotte gave a small gasp as his length hardened within her.
“Perry, it’s so soon.” She pressed a hand to his chest, damp with the evidence of their exertions. Regardless of her words, her slippery core heated at the sensation of him moving within her once more. Her body had no choice but to surrender, the longing for him insatiable.
“Lottie, it is only the beginning,” he said with a smirk as he rolled his hips. “We have much lost time to make up for.”