Page 24 of Sin and Serendipity

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down the silky column of her throat, and her head tipped back on a shuddered moan, granting him better access. He nipped her gently with his teeth, drawing a choked gasp from her lips, so he did it again. This time she moaned his name, and his cock hardened to stone, the ache almost painful against his too-tight trousers.

Slow down, he urged. Breathe.

He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs, and the delicious scents of apple and Ellie invaded his senses, another knock to his already-tenuous composure.

“God, you smell good,” he groaned into the crook of her neck. “Like warm apple tarts. I want to taste you everywhere, Ellie.”

She made a desperate little noise in the back of her throat, and her hands climbed up his arms, smoothing over his back and chest, as if she liked touching him.

He swallowed as images of those sweet hands caressing his body ravaged his mind, tormenting him, an impossible fantasy.

Desperate for a distraction, he tugged at her bodice, freeing her breasts, and was momentarily struck dumb by the sight of her, plump and creamy, her rosy nipples taut and begging for his kisses.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, lifting his gaze to her face, to her flushed cheeks, her beautiful eyes soaked in pleasure. “God, Ellie…”

He bent his head and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, grazing the peak with his teeth until she was writhing in his arms, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her breast.

She gasped his name, a plea for more, and he gave it to her, moving to her other breast, loving her with his lips and tongue.

He swept a hand down her thigh to her knee and hooked her leg around his hip, bringing her core flush against his cock. His eyes fell closed and he gritted his teeth, reminding himself to go slow, to focus on Ellie’s needs and ignore his own.

Slowly, methodically, he rubbed his cock against her sex in easy, leisurely circles, his lips claiming hers again. She returned his kiss eagerly, whimpering now as she arched into him, chasing her pleasure.

Robert had every intention of giving it to her, but he wanted to watch her as she came, wanted—needed—to be right there with her when she found her release at his hand. Anchoring her leg at his hip, he rucked her skirts up with his free hand, his gaze never leaving her face as he trailed his fingers slowly up the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

Her eyes fell to half-mast, and she tensed, anticipating his intended target, but Robert took his time. He lingered over the task, savoring the silky softness of her skin, the scent of her arousal, the desire etched into every line of her face.

Slowly, and with great deliberation, he slid his thumb through the slick curls at her core, his gaze roving hungrily over her face. Ellie’s lips parted on a gasp, and then she groaned, a low plea so raw, so ripe with want, he knew it would haunt his dreams for the rest of his days.

“Yes,” she gasped, bucking into his hand. “More. Please, Robert. Don’t stop…”

God, to have her moaning his name like this, begging for his touch…

It was the most erotic moment of his life.

If only it could last forever.

Ellie could scarcely draw breath as Robert’s clever fingers teased her heated flesh, sliding through her wetness with strokes so sure, so glorious, she had to bite her cheek to keep from begging for more.

He slid a finger inside her, slowly filling her up, stretching her, and she spread her legs wider, her head falling back against the wall on a low moan. Another finger followed, pumping slow and deep, and she thrust into his hand, completely at his mercy, powerless to do anything but give herself over to this moment. To this man.

“God, you feel good,” he growled, the words a whisper against her cheek. “So warm and wet.” His thumb rasped over the aching bud of her arousal, the exquisite friction drawing a whimper from deep in her throat.

“Do you like this, Ellie?” His voice was like gravel, scraping deliciously against her sensitized skin. “Do you like my hands on your cunny? My fingers inside you, owning you? Making you mine?”

“Yes,” she panted, arching wildly into his hand. “Yes, Robert. Please, don’t stop. Never stop…”

She was begging now, but she didn’t care. Pride no longer mattered. She cared only that he kept touching her, that he gave her body what it so desperately craved.

Her answer must have satisfied him, for he dropped to his knees and then his mouth was where his fingers had been, his tongue licking deep, stroking against her core, shocking a choked gasp from her lips.

With a silent cry, she shattered, pulsing against his mouth as pleasure shuddered through her body in waves.

Robert pressed a kiss to her bare thigh before smoothing her skirts into place and rising to his feet, his eyes shadowed as they roamed her face.

Suddenly shy beneath his perusal, Ellie fell back against the wall and stared blindly into the night sky. Her body was still trembling, her heart beating double-time, and she was entirely without words.

What did one say after…that?