Chapter 9 #2
Her eyelids slid half closed. She shivered as she felt his hot breath and tensed, waiting for the next contact of his tongue on her.
This time he suckled her nub, and she let out a cry. She panted a little, closing her eyes to better give herself over to the wicked sensations created by his tongue.
“Lie back,” he commanded harshly, his breathing becoming ragged.
The urgency in his voice saw her comply. Besides, her arms were shaking so much she could barely hold herself up.
His large hand cupped her bottom, his fingers now joining his clever tongue, and Harriet wondered if she’d survive the bombardment of sensations wracking her body.
Then he set about showing her exactly what his talented tongue and fingers could do. His arm lay across her hips, holding her in place. She could do nothing but lie back and get swept away by a tidal wave of sensation.
Her hips rose of their own accord, intuitively seeking more. One knee fell to the side, blatantly opening her completely to his ministrations.
She let the sensations feed her love. She could not help it. The intimacy of his kiss, and touch, made her heart take wings.
His finger entered her, and her ability to think fled.
His finger was joined by another. Her head spun, the earth whirled, and her eyes opened seeking him, finding eyes as dark as sapphires riveted on her face, a sheen of moisture making his skin gleam like polished marble.
She saw the need shining there, but still he held back.
He moved back up the bed, positioned between her thighs. “It will likely hurt the first time, but I’ll go slow.”
Held speechless, she almost forgot to breathe. His flat stomach gave way to rippled muscles round his sculptured hips but what gave her the first cause for concern was the thick swollen member straining proudly erect at her groin.
She swallowed and tentatively reached out to touch him.
She ran her finger down the magnificent length of him and it jumped.
She grew bolder and she wrapped her hand round him.
He was hard and it pulsed in her hand, but the skin was silky smooth.
She saw a drop of liquid at its tip and she rubbed her thumb over it and Blade groaned. She let go.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, and no. I’m barely controlling myself by letting you explore me. It feels so good it hurts.” He reached for her hand and brought it back to his body. “I love how you explore.”
He watched her as she indulged her fantasy.
She cupped his sacs and watched sweat form on his brow as she gently squeezed.
When she caressed his buttocks, he looked as if he wanted to devour her, or consume her.
She worked her way back to his enormous erection and her trepidation grew, along with her desire.
He read her like a book, his half smile lifting the corners of his mouth, his dimples adding to the air of cockiness. When she wrapped her fingers back around his erection, his smile widened with a hint of purring masculine self-assurance in it.
He knew he was a magnificent specimen of manhood.
And he was oh, so right.
He didn’t give her time to do any more thinking. He nuzzled her back until she lay flat on the bed. He let his body press her into the mattress and she reveled in the feel of naked flesh to naked flesh. His hardness to her softness.
He found her hands and locked his fingers with hers and drew them up over her head. It made her breasts press into his chest and her nipples ached where his chest hair abraded them.
She waited as he used his knees to spread her wide beneath him and his erection probed between her thighs.
“I love you,” she said, and she pressed a kiss to his lips.
He held still above her, and they simply stared at each other.
“I love you more than you will ever know.” As he uttered the words she loved to hear, he took her lips in a bruising kiss while his fingers found her woman’s nub and soon she was squirming beneath him, all thoughts gone.
All she could focus on was the sensations gripping her body.
Her hands sunk into his thick curls, holding his head exactly where she could deepen the kiss, battling for some control.
She dug her feet into the mattress, lifting her hips to demand, nay beg for what she was not sure.
All her body recognized was that she wanted him in her.
As if reading her mind she felt his cock, like a brand of heat and incredibly hard, probe her entrance where his fingers had suddenly left her.
Please God, let him take me now. And she almost cried out in frustration when he kept kissing her but did not enter her.
She sent her hands flowing down his back, savoring the solid steel of muscles bunching beneath her palms, to grip his buttocks, trying to drag him closer.
“Patience, my beautiful mermaid.” But he grasped his hard shaft and slowly, teasingly moved the swollen head between her slick folds, swiping it several times over her sensitized nub until she thought she’d faint with need.
At the same time he sucked one nipple deep within his mouth and as he bit down lightly her world exploded behind her eyelids.
She cried out, and as her body was swamped with delicious, exquisite ripples of pleasure, he thrust deep inside her.
She bucked and drew in a deep breath as pain sliced through her pleasure.
He held himself still and showered her face and chest and breasts in kisses.
The pain subsided and it was only when her eyes flew wide open that she realized she was gripping his hair, almost pulling it from his scalp. She quickly loosened her grip.
“Tell me I still have hair,” he joked.
“That did not hurt that much, the pleasure you gave me helped. When can we do it again?”
A chuckle rose from deep in his chest. “We haven’t finished, my sweet.” With that, he pulled himself out and then slowly pushed back in.
He was still as hard as rock and her body welcomed him into its heat.
“Raise your hips to meet me,” he whispered harshly.
She obeyed gladly, and a cry of discovery broke in her throat. The sensation of him moving in and out of her made her body soften, made her seek his hardness, and the pleasure rose deep within her once more.
Her body knew what to do in this dance that was as old as time. Each thrust and counter thrust drew a tightening response from her body. Soon her eyes had to close as sensations bombarded her once more.
Blade played her body as if he were a maestro. Each thrust and counterthrust in perfect accord. His thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, and her body was at fever pitch. She greedily reached for some point in the tunnel ahead, beckoning, urging, and promising more magic.
Her eyes flew open when he grasped her leg, hooking her knee above his hip.
She needed no further encouragement as her other leg rose and gripped his flanks as he increased the depth and tempo of his possession.
She turned her head to stop herself from screaming out his name.
His muscles bulged in his arms, the veins prominent, and his skin flushed with exertion.
Sparks formed before her eyes, sensations, glorious sensations spiraled around her, until she was giddy with the joy of unbridled pleasure. A pleasure almost too intense. He surrounded her. Was in her. Was part of her… Was with her…
This is what she assumed love felt like.
The giving of oneself, giving everything down to her soul.
Waves of sensations coiled tighter and tighter, and she wanted to look into his eyes. To see herself as he saw her in this moment.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as he once more found her nipple and suckled.
She could not take any more and she let go, let her body become one with his. Sparks flew and pleasure rolled like thunder through every inch of her body. Wave upon wave consumed her, streaming molten satisfaction and filling her heart until she could barely breathe.
She screamed his name. “Blade!”
Through her haze of pleasure she heard his cries, her name on his lips and it was the most wonderful sound and another ripple of pleasure hit.
He planted his hands on either side of her and rose above her like a powerful god of war. Dark, dangerous, but so intoxicating that she almost wept. He drove himself fully into her, his seed shooting deep within her as his shout of release echoed in the dimly lit bedchamber.
He slumped to the side of her and reached for her hand. The room echoed with their heavy breathing. She closed her eyes and savored the joy flooding her body. “That was wonderful. I can barely find the words. Is it always like that?”
He rolled to face her. “I used to think so, but now I understand that when it is with someone you love, it’s so much more.”
“I think I’ll have you tell me you love me every day.” She hesitated, but then asked the question curiosity would not let her forget. “Why did you make a list to find a wife?”
“What is it with you and lists? I like lists as my life is so busy I often forget things. But I swear on my father’s grave I did not make a list to find a wife. I always knew I would propose only to you.”
“I found a list that fell out of your greatcoat. The Duke must have”-
-“Ah, that explains a lot.” And he started laughing. He laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed.
“What is so funny about finding a list of attributes you require in a wife, because I’ll tell you now, obedience is unlikely.”
Her impassioned words only made him laugh harder. Through his laughter he managed to say, “All will be revealed later today when we join the others to open our gifts. Trust me.”
When he looked at her with those eyes filled with love and desire, she knew she could. She would trust this man with her heart. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “How about you show me just how much you love me one more time before I sneak back to my room?”
His smile lightened the darkened room. “See, I knew you were the perfect woman for me.” And he set about proving, once again, just exactly how perfect they were for each other.