Page 58 of One Night with a Rake

The wanting was so keen, a knife’s edge from pain.

He smelled of leather and sandalwood and tasted of aged whisky, all smoke and peat. It might only have been minutes. It might have been hours. Time expanded and contracted around them as they moved together, skin on skin, with no way to tell where one left off and the other began.

Pleasure crackled like heat lightning along every nerve. Bliss swallowed her whole, filled her, pressed tight and overflowing into every crevice. She couldn’t hold another ounce of joy.

She didn’t know what the morning would bring. She didn’t care. Georgette decided she could die at this exquisite moment and count herself the happiest of women.

Then, all of a sudden, she sort of did.

Twenty-two

Nate was in dire straits. Her inner walls pounded around him while her limbs bucked with the force of her release. He had to pull out. After he promised she could trust him, he couldn’t risk spilling himself into her.

She whimpered when he withdrew, but he swallowed it with another kiss. Then he moved down her body, kissing, kneading, licking.

Nate nuzzled between her legs, drunk on her scent, desperate to draw this loving out, desperate to sink into her sweet flesh and find release.

She chanted his name, arching herself into his mouth. He devoured her for a moment, only pulling back when he thought he detected the slightest pulse of a contraction in the soft lips of her sex.

His balls tightened in response to her need.

Without even realizing he’d done it, he found himself poised to slide into her wet channel once again. His cock urged him on.

He couldn’t seem to help himself. He had to be inside her.

He rushed in with one long stroke and she molded around him in a warm, wet embrace. To his joy, she wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. Who’d have guessed his little virgin would take to rutting with such abandon?

His balls drew up into a tense mound, coiled for release. He held himself motionless, willing the urgency to subside so he could revel in the joy that was Georgette a little longer.

Only a little.

His heart pounded in his cock.

But when he looked down at her, at the soft gape of her mouth, the way her brows tented in distress, he knew he couldn’t keep her suspended so near release any longer. He had to let her go.

She pulsed once, squeezing him at the base of his cock with her slick inner walls.

He covered her mouth with his and flicked his tongue in, loving her with his tongue and his cock in tandem. She moved beneath him, urging him in deeper with little noises of desperation that threatened to shred his control.

A little longer, please.

It was such a selfish thought, but she seemed to have heard him.

She turned her head away. “I can’t—”

He felt it start. Her insides contracted around him again, pulsing in waves. It was like being born, but instead of going out, he was trying to come in.

Pleasure, sharp as a blade, sliced through him, rending him soul and marrow.

Her whole body convulsed.

He bit his lip, trying to stop his body from emptying his seed into her. Pressure shot up his shaft and he jerked himself out before the first hot spurts began. Georgette glowed beneath him like a being aflame.

The world began pulsing. Dim. Bright. Dim. Bright. Slowly at first, then ever faster as his body strained against her and he poured himself out on her soft belly.

Georgette, oh my Georgie.

Her name wove through his brain like a half-remembered song. He wasn’t able to find the end of it, and it kept repeating in rhythm with his release. It got all tangled up in the joy of Georgette’s warm body under him.