Chapter Twenty-Six #2
She didn’t answer, her mouth parted in a shocked little circle.
Dipping lower, he gathered more of her slick heat, then pressed one finger, two, into her entrance.
He curved them until he slipped past his knuckles in one demanding push.
Her head fell back on a fractured moan and she lifted herself to give him better access.
With a growl, he released the button on his falls, and his cock sprang free from his wretched waistband. Cool air caressed him as she hovered above him. It would be so easy to lower her, to sink into her wet, welcoming heat.
Not yet.
He eased her down so she settled on his thighs instead. She stared down at him, every proud inch straining upward, flushed and glistening at the tip. Leaning back, he gave her a better view, and God help her, she boldly drank in the sight.
Lucien encircled himself with his hand, giving himself a slow, deliberate stroke, thrusting up through the tight grip of his fist. Again.
Her mouth gaped wide as she watched him pleasure himself.
Color flooded her cheeks, her throat, down to the swells of her breasts.
Christ, he loved that blush. He continued, and it was easy to imagine plunging into her supple heat instead of rough contact of his touch.
She swallowed, as if reading his thoughts, and her fingers twitched where they rested on his leg. He stilled his movement and dropped his hand away. Several long heartbeats passed as she worried her lower lip between her teeth. Would she dare?
She did.
Slowly, ever so slowly, her palm grazed up his thigh.
Closer. Until she hovered a hairsbreadth away.
God, he ached for her. Her fingers flexed, nearly touching him, then pausing as her courage faltered.
With a rough grunt, he tilted to close the distance, bumping into her touch.
Her eyes flew wide, but she didn’t pull away.
After a moment of trembling stillness, she twisted to wrap her fingers around him the way he had. He couldn’t stop his groan. Couldn’t help jerking a thrust into the loose grip of her palm. A low sound escaped his throat, heady and appreciative.
He gritted his teeth as she mirrored his earlier movement, her hand gliding up and down his shaft.
The light pressure of her fingers shifted as she adjusted her grip, sending a hot, coiling ache deep in his groin.
When she squeezed harder, a strangled gasp ripped from his throat.
He seized her wrist, stilling her movements just short of spilling into her palm.
“Enough.” The fractured word tumbled free, and he waved his hand. “Up.”
She stood on trembling legs, her skirts sagging down.
With a low growl, he bunched the fabric and shoved it back up, baring her completely to him.
Dew drops glistened on the soft blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs, and he reached one hand out to part her.
Wetness rushed to meet his finger, and he caught his breath, torn between the desire to drop to his knees and taste her again or to bury deep inside her right then.
The selfish, throbbing ache between his legs decided for him.
He slid his hands wide to frame her hips, fingers sinking into the plush curve of her buttocks as he lowered her onto him.
A sharp intake of breath escaped her as his blunt head parted her slick folds, and the sound nearly undid his restraint.
Clenching his jaw, he held her suspended, waiting.
She squirmed. A silent plea.
Yes.
He rewarded her with a slow roll of his hips, opening her wider, nudging just inside her, then pulling back until only the swollen tip of him rested at her entrance.
Not enough.
Her lashes fluttered, eyes glassy. “Lucien…”
The echo of his name on her fractured whimper thrummed through his body, and he loosened his grip, letting her slip down a single merciless inch.
Her body stretched to accommodate his thick ridge, fluttering around him as he breached her.
With a soft, wet sound, her slick heat swallowed him in a greedy kiss.
His breath hissed through his teeth as she clenched around him, her impossibly tight sheath tempting him deeper. Christ, the pull was brutal. Somehow, he resisted the urge, though his cock throbbed harder than it ever had before, every pulse threatening to black him out.
He held steady.
She bore down, hips twisting in his grip as she fought his hold on her. He let her down one more blessed inch, fire licking up his spine at the sweet drag, then hauled her up again.
“Please!” The plea cracked through him like a whip, and a dark grin curved his lips.
“Not yet.”
His pulse raged, every inch of his body vibrating with barely contained need.
The heat of her, the tight clasp around him, was torture.
Pure, exquisite torture. He repeated the movement, letting her sink again, giving her nearly his whole length.
When he tried to lift her up again, his body betrayed him, hips jerking, chasing that velvet grip. Son of a…
With a rough, helpless sound, he let her go.
She slid down the rest of his shaft in one slick burning rush, her body swallowing it until her curls met the root of him.
His head fell back at the feeling. So tight, so wet, so utterly his.
Deep inside, she clamped around him, her walls trying to pull him even deeper in frantic little pulses that made his cock throb in triumph.
He lifted her once, drove her back down. The slap of their bodies meeting, the way she took him fully, sent white-hot pleasure streaking through him, nearly blinding.
Too soon.
With a ragged grunt, he peeled his fingers from her hips before he lost the last of his control and curled them around the seat of the chair instead.