“You are… breathtaking. Lie back, my love, and let me adore you how you deserve.”
She obeyed, reclining against the pillows with a smile full of seduction and letting her legs fall open in a brazen invitation to continue what he had started. Oh, he planned to. But not with his hands.
“You are still fully clothed,” she remarked with an endearing frown. “Am I not going to be allowed the pleasure of feasting my eyes on your naked body?”
Good God. She was going to be the death of him. But if he removed his clothes right now, the last fraying strand of his self-control would snap.
“In a moment. First, I need to feast.”
Saying so, he kneeled on the bed between her legs, pushing her knees up and lowering himself until he was lying on his stomach, bracing himself on his elbows, her delectable pussy splayed as a feast in front of his mouth. Embarrassment got the better of her.Her delicate fingers intruded, attempting to cover her glistening flesh. He couldn’t have that.
Leaning forward, he licked between her fingers, diving toward the hidden flesh beneath. After a few deft licks, the fingers abandoned their futile attempt to hide her from him, and instead, changing sides, became his allies, opening her folds for his sensual assault.
Her moans and sighs of ecstasy filled the night, stoking his own desire and egging him on. But…
“Shh, you are being too loud.” If he had his druthers, she would be screaming her pleasure unimpeded. But anyone in the house might hear, and he didn’t want to cause any trouble for her.
Soon, he ceased to notice anything but the intoxicating flavor of her nectar. He swiped his tongue in luscious licks along her pearl, paying attention to the minute signals from her body to guide him toward the promised land of her release.
He looked up while sucking her button to find the twin mounds of her breasts, their nipples pebbled and begging for his attention. Her breasts were perfect. Not too big, not too small, round and pert. The perfect size to fit his palms. At that moment, he wished he had four hands, to be able to touch her everywhere at once.
“Touch your breasts for me, love.” He spoke the command against her flesh, unwilling to relinquish the delicious taste of her for even one instant.
She obeyed with alacrity, her delicate fingers cradling the sweet orbs and then teasing and squeezing her peaks until he moaned, overstimulated by the most erotic sight he had ever seen. She was gorgeous in her rapture, her head thrown back, eyes scrunched shut, a small frown marring the smoothness of her brow.
He circled the entrance to her body with a slow swirl of his finger, teasing, wiggling his way in until her body accepted the intrusion. Her silky walls closed around him greedily. One, two slow slides in and out, and on the third, he added a second finger. That elicited a moan, but her legs parted wider and she leaned into his mouth, her hands working frantically on her breasts.
She was close. So close. He could feel it in the wild rhythm of her breathing, the tightening of her muscles. He could almost taste her release. Quite literally. And he was ravenous for it. Two slow swirls of his fingers inside her while he sucked on her bud, and she flew apart, the strong contraction of her inner walls around his fingers echoing the keening moans of her release.
He stayed with her until the end, his mouth and hands drawing out her climax as best he knew how.
Good God, she was magnificent. How had he gotten so lucky to win the love of a woman like her?
CHAPTER 9
Shewasfloatinginbliss. Josephine had given herself release before, but it had never been this intense, this deep. It had never engendered such feelings of closeness and… dare she say it?Love.
She was stunned out of her senses, but not so far gone to not notice that her beloved, the man who had selflessly given her the most exquisite pleasure of her life, was still fully dressed and unfulfilled beside her.
He made no demands, asked nothing for himself as he crawled back up her body and laid on his side next to her, panting softly. But she wanted to return the favor. Maybe it was her sense of fairness. Or maybe the more selfish desired to make him lose control, as he had done to her. The deep satisfaction of knowing he was in her hands. Literally and figuratively.
Placing a hand on his chest, she pushed him. “My turn. Lie back.”
“You don’t have to do anything for me in return. I received my reward in giving you pleasure.”
“Will you deny me the same reward, then?” She placed a small kiss on his neck.
“If you are sure that’s what you want.” His voice was heavy with desire. It emboldened her to undo the buttons of his shirt. When the material parted, she slid her hands inside, making his breathing falter when she coasted her palms over a lean abdomen and rock-hard chest dotted with the barest sprinkle of hair.
“Oh yes. Touch me darling. Your hands on me feel so good.”
“Where else shall I touch you?” she taunted.
“Lower.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Holding his gaze, she dropped her hand to the waistband of his trousers. Sitting up, her fingers made short work of the buttons, and then his member was in her hand. Hot and hard and oh so big. She tightened her fist around it, and a strangled noise erupted from his throat.
“You are magnificent.” She was mesmerized by the contained power in his rod, a rock-hard core covered in skin so soft and supple. She gave it an experimental squeeze, moving her hand up toward the flared crown, and the tender skin slid easily over the steel hardness. His fist closed over hers on his member, tightening her hold.
