Yet he didn’t touch her. He tilted his head and widened his eyes but didn’t kiss or touch her. She was one breath away from begging him to do something. Anything. But she didn’t need to wait long. He stroked her wet folds, causing her to jolt. Her hips jerked up as he caressed her intimately with gentle fingers.
“You’re so beautiful.” His thumb brushed against her throbbing nub, and she had to bite into her bottom lip not to scream in pleasure. “Especially now. You’re all flushed and pretty. Everywhere.” He spread her wetness over her folds and nub, gently touching her entrance. “I could watch you for hours, study every single inch of your skin.”
He pinched her nub lightly, but the moan escaping her was nothing but wild. He slid a finger inside her, and no amount of reading scandalous novels, anatomy books, or indecent chats with other women had prepared her for the onslaught of sheer pleasure overwhelming her. The intrusion was both strange and delicious, powerful and not enough. The fact he kept watching her and his finger inside her only drove her mad with need. He stroked her deeply, brushing her little bud of nerves with his thumb. She was all sensation and pleasure. Never could she have imagined how powerful his touch could be.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Yes, please.” She begged, and she didn’t care.
Her body was on fire, her core was wet, and the throb tormented her. Only he could soothe the ache.
She held her breath as he lowered his head. Closer, closer to where she wanted him. She was going to burst like a star out of sheer anticipation.
The first blow of his warm breath on her heated, tender flesh tore another moan from her. Her hips jolted when he finally kissed her. Oh, the heat. She’d never experienced such intense, all-consuming heat.
His tongue was gentle on her, stroking and lapping at her, but the result was a devastating wave of ecstasy she quickly became addicted to. She now understood why people sought carnal pleasure with obsession. The feeling was intoxicating. Although she couldn’t imagine receiving the same pleasure from anyone else but Hector.
He used his fingers, tongue, and lips, tasting her deeply. She moaned and clawed the rug with her fingernails as he slipped a second finger inside her while using his tongue on her nub. The strokes of his tongue were both slow and delicate, but now and then, he’d make her feel the pull of his lips by sucking at her. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. He slid his fingers deeper, touching places inside her she had no idea existed.
As he licked and suckled at her, a restless feeling grew within her, starting from the spot he tormented with his tongue. It spread from her core to her chest and head, making her moan and writhe until delicious spasms took hold of her.
She couldn’t stay quiet any longer and released a liberating scream she muffled with her hand. He didn’t stop. His merciless tongue and lips kept lapping at her, and his deft fingers slipped deeper, stroking secret spots she wasn’t aware could produce so much pleasure. Even his teeth grazed her most sensitive skin, scattering shivers throughout her body. Too much pleasure, yet she wanted more. She pushed her hips towards him, arching her back.
He licked her and moved his fingers until a new wave of energy built up and another release burst out of her. The second one was more devastating than the first, leaving her boneless and exhausted. She had to muffle another liberating scream. Never would she have believed that such pleasure was physically possible. She was surprised her body didn’t float away with the pleasure.
She lay on the rug, her eyelids so heavy as he lifted his head from her core. He pulled down her skirt and arranged it around her legs, but if he did a poor job, she wouldn’t know or care. How could she return to her normal life after this moment? How could she be a functional human being after being torn apart?
He stretched next to her and brushed her flaming cheek. “I gather you enjoyed it.”
Only a muffled, undefined noise came out of her. She didn’t even know what she meant to say with it. Was it a laugh or a snort?
“Will you let me touch and kiss you again?” His eyebrows pulled together as if he were worried she might say no. Ha! He had no idea.
She swallowed and struggled to emerge from her state of bliss. “Any time you want.”
He smiled so widely a dimple appeared on his cheek.
“But on one condition,” she added, touching his chin.
“Anything.”
“You’ll let me do the same to you.” After today, she was curious to watch him becoming undone by her kisses. Everywhere.
She wanted to explore his body as well, touch his taut muscles, and hear him shout in pleasure. To her surprise, he flushed to the roots of his hair. He’d undressed in front of her and stood in the snow stark naked while being aroused, yet he blushed now.
“Are you embarrassed by my proposition?” she asked, worried she might offend him.
“I’m not sure you will like it.” He licked his lips, capturing a few drops of her wetness.
The tingle started all over again, threatening to consume her.
“That’s not possible.” She caressed his golden hair. “I want to make you feel what I feel.”
“My skin isn’t as soft or pleasant to the touch as yours.”
“Let me decide that.” Now she couldn’t wait to taste him.
She touched his chest and slipped her hand under his waistcoat—he finally wore one. His skin gave off enough heat to warm her hand. He stilled, and his lips parted in what seemed to be shock. She paused.
