“I need to taste you.”
Capturing her thighs in both hands he spread them wide, pinning them down with both palms laid flat upon her skin. And then his mouth claimed her, his tongue stroking deep within her.
Edwina gasped and writhed. The garter pulled tight around her wrists.
Sterling’s tongue swept her in slow, unhurried strokes.
Plunging his fingers inside her, he curled them up, stroking against something within her that melted her. But it was his tongue, flickering over the delicate bundle of nerves between her thighs that undid her.
She had to have more. Had to have him… There. Right there. Grinding herself shamelessly against his face, she cried out as the edge built within her.
Release beckoned. It teased at her as surely as his tongue.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
“Edwina Marie Sheffield,” he mocked, nuzzling into glistening flesh. “Such language!”
And then she was shattering with a cry, spilling over that promised edge into pleasure so absolute that she could barely breathe.
She came to long seconds later, gasping and whimpering as Sterling rose over her, wiping her slickness from his mouth with a feral grin.
“Beautiful,” he told her, pressing a fast, desperate kiss to her mouth.
And then he was rearing up on his knees.
Tearing his shirt off. Working at the buttons on his breeches and shoving them down his thick thighs. It took him short work to strip himself bare, until he was kissing his way up her abdomen, his lips shirring the soft fabric of her chemise.
“Marry me,” he growled, teasing his cock through her slickness.
She was past the point of restraint. Looking down the length of their bodies, she saw the glistening head of his cock. Another shock. For she’d seen statues and their like. And this was… it was nothing like those flaccid features.
“Say yes, Edie.” He knew exactly what she was looking at. “Say yes, and I’ll give you a little of what you want.”
“Yes.” She arched her spine, thrusting against him as he continued stroking her with the swollen head of his erection. Her teeth sank into her lower lip. “Yes. Please.”
“Good.” Hard forearms caged her in as he crawled over her, and then he reached between them, fitting himself to her body. “God, I love you, Edwina. You’re mine. Mine. And I’m all yours. Your first. Your last. Your forever.”
Sterling captured her mouth in another wet, lashing kiss. Driving forward, he pressed within her and Edwina froze as she felt the strange pressure of his invasion.
“Easy, my love,” he whispered, stilling. “Let yourself soften. Let me in.”
It was harder than she’d imagined to relax. Sterling buried his face in her throat, rocking in teasing little thrusts. Each one drove a little deeper. She could feel her body opening around him, sheathing him like a glove.
Then his thumb slid between them, tracing little circles around her clit.
Edwina threw her head back, digging her nails into his muscular arms. Somehow she wore the garter around only one wrist. “Sterling.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say my name. Just. Like. That.” He savaged her throat, his teeth sinking into the fleshy slope of her shoulder. But it was the driving thrust of his body that made her gasp again.
Sinking to the hilt, he ground his thumb against her until shooting stars shot across her vision.
A thousand points of sensation. Pain. Need. Pleasure.
It was too much. Not enough. She felt like she was going to fly apart.
He worked his way within her. Rocking in slow, smooth glides. Hooking his elbow behind her knee, so that she was splayed obscenely. Open to every thrust. Every grinding stroke.
She was going to come again.
