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Now that he had her beneath him, he brushed a light kiss to her lips and then trailed his mouth downward, making an arrow-straight path for her hardened left nipple.
He’d been waiting more than a decade to taste her there.
He swirled his tongue over the tight pink peak, and then drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling her lightly. She bucked and moaned beneath him, and he pulled harder still. He transferred his attention to the other breast, licking over her nipple and then painting her breast in widening circles.
She was so soft, so sweet. He could have spent a full night treasuring and nuzzling her bosom alone—and someday, he vowed, he would—but tonight, his body clamored with impatience for more.
He rose up on his knees to yank at his cravat and wrestle out of his topcoat. She helped him in the effort, unbuttoning his waistcoat and tugging his shirt free of his trousers. When he was finally bared to the waist, he lowered himself atop her. His blood sang when their bodies met, skin to skin.
He slid a hand down her body, reaching between her thighs to explore her silken heat. She gasped and bit her lip. He held her gaze as he caressed and explored. With his thumb, he covered the swollen bundle of nerves at the crest of her sex, rubbing gently back and forth. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Good?” he asked.
She nodded. “Very.”
He bent his head to kiss her neck, then dipped lower to her breasts and belly, making his way to her mound.
Her thighs clamped down on his shoulders. “Wait.”
Sebastian waited. He’d waited more than a decade already. What were a few minutes more?
She pushed up on her elbows, looking down at him. “What are you doing?”
“I mean to kiss you.” He pressed his thumb against her. “Here.”
“Are you—” She broke off, distracted by his touch. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He clucked his tongue. “Not three minutes ago, you promised to have a little more faith in your husband.”
“I should know better than to say such things.” She lay back and flung her wrist over her eyes. “Very well. Do what you like.”
He smiled with devilish intent. “I’m going to do what you’ll like, too.”
When he laid his mouth to her…well, toher…Mary nearly jumped out of her skin. The pleasure was so keen, so unspeakably bright. One flutter of his tongue against her most sensitive place, and she writhed beneath him.
The sweetest torture.
Within moments, he had her responding to him with startling intensity. Her pleasure mounted at an unprecedented pace. She began to gasp and moan, lifting her hips to seek more contact. Then he slid a finger inside her, and the blissful stretch sent her over the edge. She cried out and convulsed with release. Her intimate muscles pulsed around his finger.
When the pleasure had left her wrung out and panting, he slid back up her body. He reached between them to unbutton the falls of his trousers. Then he found her hand and brought it to his erection. “Touch me.”
She explored his full length with her fingertips. The softness, the ridges, the smooth skin at the tip, and the hardness that underpinned everything. She encircled his shaft, stroking lightly up and down. His resulting moan was immensely gratifying.
He lowered himself atop her, and she felt the broad crown of his erection prodding at her entrance. “Are you ready?” His voice was hoarse, strained.
She nodded, unsure if it was the truth.
He pressed against her, and then inside her, stretching her body to accommodate his. She winced with the pain of it, but tried not to cry out. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop.
He loved her in slow, gentle, steady strokes. Even when his arm muscles trembled with tension, and his breathing was harsh. He took care of her, guarding her even from the strength of his own need.
Until the very end, when his pace faltered for a moment. When he resumed, it was in a faster, harder rhythm. His gruff, masculine sounds of pleasure thrilled her. She clutched his shoulders tight.
With a final, deep thrust, he collapsed atop her, shuddering with release.
Afterward, they held each other tight. No talking or kissing. Just breathing and existing together in the most simple, essential of ways.
He drew in a deep breath and released it as a growl, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight. “You.”
