Her back arched to press her body into his, the proof of his arousal straining against his breeches. Perry’s hands skimmed the curve of her hips and stopped to cup her derrière as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs twined around his waist, their lips never breaking their connection. A whimper escaped her as she bounced against his hard length, the ache within her building as they they traveled across the room. Tossing her onto the bed, he gathered the edges of her chemise, and lifted it over her head.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered as he moved to caress the newly exposed skin. “Utter perfection.”
Her core throbbed as she sank deeper into the sumptuous bedding. Kneeling over her, he brushed his thumbs against her taut nipples, desire slashing through her. Tossing her head back with a soft moan, her body remembered. The sensation of his lips on her collarbone, breasts, nipples, was indulgent. Tension coiled within her, taut and relentless. Charlotte reached for him, the warm, silky skin beneath her touch only increasing her need.
“Touch me,” she begged. “Please.”
Lifting his head and tossing a wayward strand of hair off his face, he grinned cockily.
“With pleasure, my countess.” He traced a path from her breasts, taking time to gently squeeze and suck on each rosy tip until she burned for him. Leaving his thumbs to tease her sensitive buds while he moved on, he licked and kissed his way to the source of her ache. He had never kissed her like this before. Their quick tumbles in the summer grass were efficient and heady. Tonight, Perry was slow and patient. Torturous. As though they had all the time in the world.
Which perhaps they did.
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 aboveher. 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 replace 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.
