And as his hand continued northward, up toward that glorious juncture between her thighs, he remembered what she had begged him to do.
“Please,” Marissa panted, bucking her hips up off the bed to meet the tip of his fingers.
Arthur chuckled darkly. “Patience, kitten.”
He saw the protest form on her lips, and a savage smile spread across his face as he moved. His hand moved forward, his fingers swirling around that perfect, swollen nub.
All arguments died out between them, Marissa’s breath catching as she arched her back.
Christ, she’s so wet.
The moisture between her thighs was already coating his fingers, and as he teased her entrance, he was rewarded with a whimper from her.
Finally, he dipped his fingers inside her. Her hips bucked immediately, a moan filling the room as he began to pump. In and out of her, he moved.
Slowly at first, his gaze fixed on her lovely face. Even in the soft glow filtering through the doorway, he could see how flushed her skin was.
“Ye didnae do this before,” she panted, each word seeming to take an immense amount of effort as he stroked her.
“I wanted to feast on ye then,” Arthur reminded her, reveling in the sounds of pleasure that he was wrenching from her. “Now, I want to watch.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and he stayed focused on her as she gave in to the pleasure. Never once did he stop pumping his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her nub as he worked.
Arthur felt her clench around his fingers, her breath coming faster and more frantically before suddenly, she started to spasm. Burning desire coursed through him as he stared down at her, watching his future wife come undone by his hand alone. Her body spasmed again and again, each one a little weaker than the last.
Slowly, Marissa’s eyes opened. They were glazed over with her climax as they focused on him. He allowed her to take a few breaths before he leaned down and kissed her.
“Ye’re still pressin’ into me,” she said against his mouth.
Pulling back, Arthur saw that she was pointing down at his erection. Which, sure enough, was pressed against her side.
He chuckled. “Aye, but there’s nothin’ to be done about that. Nae tonight, anyway.”
Marissa’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do ye mean?”
Arthur shrugged, not wanting to be the one to explain it all to her.
A curious look flickered over her face, followed quickly by desire.
“Ye feasted on me,” she said in a hesitant tone. When he looked at her quizzically, she continued. “Do ye think… Could I… Would me mouth help?”
Arthur couldn’t help it. He laughed in surprise.
“Kitten,” he said with a chuckle. “Ye dinnae have to worry about me. There will be plenty of time for all of that later.”
“But what if I want to? What if I want to make ye feel as good as ye make me feel?”
Arthur looked at her. Really, truly looked at her. The haziness that had seemed to cloud her vision after her climax had receded, replaced once more with desire.
He felt himself stiffen even more—not that he thought that was possible.
“Alright,” he relented, his voice thick with need. “If ye want to try.”
He leaned back on the pillows, watching with anticipation as she kissed down his body. When she finally reached his manhood, she glanced up at him for approval.
When he nodded, she gripped him with her hand before lowering her head. He assisted her slightly, showing her exactly how to hold his manhood and how to apply pressure.
She grinned, seeming proud of herself as she got the hang of it. Pleasure washed over him as she started to move her hand, his hips bucking up for a little more friction.
