Page 72 of A Wicked Business

Belinda squirmed, restless with impatience as he trailed his tongue down the crease of first one thigh, then the other.

“Felix,” she said, his name plaintive and tinged with complaint.

“Mmm?” he asked, though she heard the laughter in his voice, the wicked devil.

“Please,” she said.

He raised his head, looking like butter wouldn’t melt. “Please what?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Drat you, Felix, stop teasing. You’re a dreadful man and I—”

He pressed his mouth against hers and she felt rather than heard the laughter shake him before he moved back again. Shifting down on the bed, he took pity on her, doing just as she’d asked, and swept his tongue over her.

“Oh!” she said, arching beneath him, all the waiting and teasing having an incendiary effect upon her body. It was decadent and exquisite, a bone deep pleasure so tantalising it felt sinful and wicked.

“That what you wanted?” he asked, his voice husky, his green eyes swamped with darkened pupils, with wanting her.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“As if I would,” he murmured, returning his attention to teasing and torturing her with his tongue. A finger caressed her too, now, circling and moving over her slick skin with a gentle slide, before dipping inside her.

Belinda was lost, too dazed with pleasure to care a fig for the noises that were torn from her, though she sounded wanton and abandoned and everything a proper young lady ought never to be.

Felix eased another finger inside her and at first it was uncomfortable, her body tensing, but he continued to caress her with his tongue and his clever fingers echoed the movement, moving faster as her breath hitched. An overpowering gathering sensation began tugging at the edges of her consciousness, pulling her faster towards the place she suddenly wanted desperately to reach.

Belinda held her breath, waiting for what came next, knowing it would be delicious and trusting in her husband to guide her there. Felix crooked his fingers a little, hitting a sensitive place deep inside her and she jolted and cried out as her body took over. The climax rushed at her from all sides as she clutched at the bedclothes, her body arching as Felix eased her through the waves, drawing out every last throb of pleasure until she was boneless and sated and quite beyond thought.

Belinda tried to focus, a little stunned to discover her body was still in one piece and had not been entirely rearranged by the explosive experience.

“Goodness,” she murmured.

Felix snorted, pausing to suckle at first one nipple and then the other as the throb between her legs began again in direct connexion to his attentions.

“Wickedness, more like,” he told her with a grin.

She smiled up at him, utterly relaxed, completely content to give herself over to him as he settled between her thighs, sliding his arousal against the pulsing, tender flesh.

Her breath hitched, knowing that this was the part that would join them together, physically, spiritually and legally, for all time. She opened her legs, raising her hips, as Felix groaned.

“I want to make this good for you, but… God in heaven, I want you so badly I can’t think straight,” he said with a tortured laugh.

“I want you too,” she told him, clutching at his shoulders, meaning it even as a tiny thread of anxiety tugged at her.

“I’ll try not to hurt you, but….”

Belinda hushed him. “I know. It’s all right. I understand.”

Belinda gasped as he nudged forward, belatedly realising that this part of his body was much larger than a finger. Slowly, he pressed forward, and she held her breath as her body burned and protested.

Felix stilled, a fine tremble running through his body.

“Try to relax, love,” he said, his voice sounding strained and a long way from relaxed, but Belinda took a deep breath, running her hands down his powerful back, relishing the heat of his skin, the sheer solidity and strength of the body that was loving hers with such tenderness. Little by little, her muscles unlocked, and Felix withdrew a little and then pressed forward again.

They continued that way, a slow, careful game of advance and retreat as her body became accustomed to him, until Felix surprised her by thrusting forward in one smooth movement. Belinda clutched at his shoulders as he stilled again, his breathing harsh and uneven.

“Did I hurt you?” he said asked, looking so anxious that Belinda forgot the pain in the light of his obvious guilt.

“Don’t stop, I’m fine,” she assured him, realising it was true as he did as she asked.

Belinda stared up, admiring the sight of her husband, his eyes closed in concentration, his handsome face taut with pleasure. Time seemed a vague concept now. Nothing mattered outside of this room, this bed, nothing except for this moment, this touch and the next, until she drew in a sharp breath, her attention refocusing upon the place where they joined. Belinda arched, exclaiming as he hit that tender spot he’d found with his fingers.

Oh my.

“Belinda?” he murmured, alert to the way she shifted beneath him.

“Yes,” she whispered as he moved faster, his skin heating further beneath her hand. “Yes,” she said again. “Don’t stop.”

Felix let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”

Belinda closed her eyes, holding on tight as he moved faster, their breaths mingling, the soft sounds they made together growing louder as she wound herself about him, pulling him closer, deeper.

“Felix,” she said, her breath catching as he moaned against her skin.

“Oh, God, Belinda, I can’t… please….”

He groaned again, a harsh, guttural sound of pleasure as he shuddered, tremors rocking his body as Belinda gazed up at him in wonder, enraptured by his expression, by the dark sweep of his eyelashes as he closed his eyes. She had made him feel that. She had given him that glorious, rapturous pleasure. It was enough.

She gave a gasp of wonder, of delight, following him into the glittering climax, going with him boldly and confidently, knowing she could do everything, have everything she had ever dreamed of now, with this man at her side.