Salty, but interesting. She wanted more.
After licking around the head once again, she slid her lips over it and down until he hit her throat.
“Damn me, Althea. So good. You don’t have to. Please.” His head tipped down, the flames in his gaze no longer banked.
She suspected Evan wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, but she ignored him anyway. ’Twas her time, her toy. He’d had his.
She sucked and pulled, pushed and licked, up and down until he grabbed her hair to hold her still. She whimpered, her mouth wet and open. Her breath stuttered, her breasts were unbearably sensitive and swollen, and a surge of heat dampened her core, saturating his leg.
“No more. I want to come inside you, sweet.”
She sat up quickly, and he chuckled. But when she tried to dismount, he grabbed her thigh and held her in place.
Oh. What now?She watched him eagerly.
With his other hand, he grabbed a small finely woven sock off the bedside table. It appeared to have a tiny ribbon garter at the top.
She stared as he pulled it over his cock. Not a sock. A cock sock? She didn’t care what it was called. He was protecting her as he’d promised.
At his beckoning, she rose to her knees and scooted forward. He held the base of his cock with one hand and ran a finger through her folds to spread her wetness around her opening. She held her breath, the warm bath of pleasure washing over her skin as he strummed her higher.
Then he urged her down with his hand back on her thigh, and she groaned as his tip breeched her.
“Tell me if I hurt you or ’tis uncomfortable in any way,” Evan grunted out, remaining still. His hands urged her hips downward an inch before falling to her thighs to let her take him at her own pace.
She sank, slowly at first, then thrust down to impale herself on him. “My word, Evan. It never felt like this with—”
Althea bit her lip, belatedly realizing it was assuredly terribly poor etiquette to refer to past relationships of any kind.
But Evan seemed to understand. “You needed the right teacher. Now, please, Althea. Move.”
She rose and fell, rose and fell. His cock felt huge inside of her, stretching her walls, dragging along sensitive nerve endings. But the ecstasy wasn’t rising like it had under his hand.
Then he grabbed her bottom and angled her toward him. Her swollen bud scraped against his pubic bone.
“Oh!”Even in this position, the expert guides and controls me. Amazing. She stopped thinking and focused on the friction she’d been craving. Inside, outside, everything was bathed in heat and the fire burned hotter with each plunge.
He threw his head back, gritting his teeth. “Again.”
She rose and fell. Her hips tilted, and she lost control. Her movements sped up, her hips circling and jerking as she raced up the mountain, her sole focus on the crest.
Evan held her hips more gently and watched her intently. She was dimly aware that his attention was also on her pleasure rather than his own, but she could not concentrate enough to worry that no one was ensuring his enjoyment.
Her downward thrusts became faster and rougher, their skin slapping together. With each plunge, Evan’s stomach muscles contracted.
Oh good. That spot feels as good to him as it does to me.
Finally, on one particularly hard thrust, she keened, on the precipice.
His hand shifted to where they joined, thumb gently squeezing her already-spasming nub.
Her hips made small rocking motions against his hand, his cock hitting something equally pleasurable inside her, until everything exploded. She screamed, her eyes clenched shut, and she drove down on him to hold still as her muscles spasmed around him. Her fingers dug into his chest to cling to him through the storm.
As the pleasure waned, she drooped over him, belatedly opening her eyes to find his. He was watching her, waiting patiently but with tightened jaw. Only when she straightened a few inches did he grab her hips tightly and drive up into her once, twice, before groaning and twisting under her with his own orgasm.
Althea wilted onto him again, feeling the aftershocks of both of their orgasms. As her head hit the pillow next to his, she whispered, “I hope you have lots more advice for me, my lord.”
Chapter Twelve
