Page 16 of Tempting Her Viscount

Chapter Seven

Celia wasn’t certain she was capable of dressing, or even standing for that matter. Her bones had taken a jelly-like quality and it was questionable if they’d be up to the task of supporting her. But she had accomplished what she’d come there to do.

No, that was too simplistic. It was not a mere accomplishment, it was—what was the word he’d used? Consuming.

Yes. The person she once was had been consumed and what was left behind was somehow more than she’d been previously.

“Do you need to leave so soon?” he asked. “The room is ours for as long as we’d like it.”

“But we have finished. What more would we do?”

He smiled patiently. “We could start again.” He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I just remembered, you are probably too sore and wish to stop now.”

“We could do it again? Right now?” she asked, hope clear in her voice.

He chuckled. “Not right this second, but if you give me just a few moments to recover, yes. Unless you’re uncomfortable from the first time.”

She felt a dull ache, but it was not enough to discourage her from taking advantage of his offer. The throbbing bliss overshadowed any discomfort.

“I am not so uncomfortable that I would not wish to do it again.”

He smiled, his rogue grin, and kissed her.

She expected him to go about it in the same way he had the first time, but he did not. Instead, he rolled her onto her stomach and placed kisses along her back while he caressed her bottom, his fingers teasing between her thighs from a different yet enticing direction.

His manhood rested against her hip, soft and heavy at first, but soon it grew hard and demanding.

She rolled over, wanting him—needing him—to enter her, but instead of coming over her, he rolled on his back and affixed a new sheath before pulling her astride him.

“What…?”

“Like this,” he encouraged, holding his cock out from his body with one hand as he guided her closer with the other. When he entered her, she let her body slide closer.

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as the fullness of him set her on fire once more.

“You move this time. As I did when I was above you. Set the pace in the way that brings you the most enjoyment.”

She would be in control of it?

“I don’t know the way to do it correctly.” She’d only just learned how to do it the regular way. “I didn’t realize there were different ways.”

He laughed, but not in a way she felt he was mocking her. As if he was sharing a secret, he pulled her down to whisper in her ear. “There are many ways to join. And there is nothing you could do that would be wrong. Take what you want.”

Encouraged by his words, and enflamed by the way he nipped her ear between his teeth after he’d spoken, she sat back and looked down at the luscious man beneath her.

His hands resting lightly on her hips gave the slightest tug of suggestion. His hint spurred her into action. She rocked against him, taking him deeper and drawing a moan of pleasure from both of them. They shared a smile and she increased her rhythm.

“Be careful. If you go fast, our fun will be over too quickly. Best to build the fire slower.”

“Yes,” she agreed. As he’d said, they had use of the room for as long as they needed. There was no reason to hurry. But as her need grew, she was unable to go slow. Soon enough she was slamming into him as he pushed up to meet her thrusts.

“Yes!” he shouted. She might have been the one above him, but at that time, she was no longer in control as he reached between them and rubbed his thumb in a place that sparked her release.

As she broke around him, he continued to direct their activities and she was grateful for it because she could no longer move. He grasped her hips and drove up into her a few more times before throwing his head back in what looked like pain. But she knew it was not.

Collapsing on top of him, she felt a few more jerks of his member inside of her as she continued to throb around him. Eventually their bodies stilled and their breathing slowed.

The room was peaceful as her mind drifted. She focused on the soft stroke of his fingertips over her spine and floated further.