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The first press of his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck dragged ragged breaths from her and shivering spasms of desire as he nipped at her pulse point and sent little darts of sensation through her, dancing on the edge between pain and pleasure.
Any reservations she might have had, any desire she might have had to tease, was swept away as Arthur traced a line of kisses along her neck, to the hollow of her throat, and across her chest, each one feeling like a brand against her skin, unbearably hot and tingling, and yet pleasurable as well.
She thought she might have screamed when Arthur’s mouth fastened over her right breast, but she lacked all breath to do so. It was all she could do to keep breathing as he applied lips, tongue, and teeth, driving her mad with the varying pressure and sensations on already sensitive flesh.
She was aching for him, her thighs slick with arousal and desire and need. Yet, Arthur seemed to take no notice, turning his attentions to her other breast, then kissing a leisurely trail across her ribs and her belly.
She wanted to touch him. She wanted to drag him up for a kiss, to drag him up and impale herself upon his shaft. She wanted to drag her hands over his chest, down the trail of thick, honey-colored hair to his navel until she could grip him and drive him as mad as he was driving her. But his arms kept her hands from being able to reach the way she desired.
And Arthur seemed determined to tease her until she perished of frustrated desire.
His tongue found her navel, swirling deep and startling her into a breathy shriek and causing her to arch against him, gasping at the intensity of the sensation. It shot straight to her core, setting her nerves ablaze and making her sex ache with need.
She was entirely unprepared for Arthur to duck his head and lick her, tongue tracing the outer edges of her most secret parts and causing her to arch up into his mouth with a shriek.
She tried to use her legs to bring him closer, tried to grip at his hair with her hands, her whole being afire with desperate, wanton desire for more. Arthur’s weight held her in place, even as his hands shifted and urged her legs wider, leaving her dripping wet core exposed and at his mercy.
His hot breath made her tingle and shiver as it ghosted over her arousal. Then his tongue stroked over her again, more firmly this time, making her quiver and writhe against his hands and his mouth.
He licked again, this time plunging his tongue between the folds of her sex and drawing another whimpering, gasping cry from her.
Nora gave herself over to the sensation. Arthur’s tongue licked and stroked and dipped, exploring all the most private parts of her as thoroughly as he had explored her mouth before. Every touch of his tongue stroked a new place, and every touch sent a new wave of sensation coursing through her, pressure and pleasure and heat flowing around her in a dizzying spiral and dragging her ever higher.
Her sex was dripping wet, afire with need, the pressure at the base of her spine unbearable in its intensity, pleasure shivering on the edge of too much sensation. She gasped, seeing sparks beginning to form in her vision as Arthur’s rough, callused fingers gently pried the heated flesh apart.
Cool air danced across sensitive nerve endings, causing her to moan as she rocked up against his grip, against his weight.
Close, so close. She could feel the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter, seeking release…
Arthur’s tongue plunged deep as though he were trying to lick her clean from the inside out with one stroke. At the same time, his thumbs found her pleasure center and applied a firm, light, twisting pressure.
The world came apart in a blaze of color and warmth like she had become the heart of a fire, burning, burning... rising to the heavens as a new and blazing star.
Arthur continued to suckle her, lapping up her release, the tease of continual sensation drawing every last moment of her climax from her.
When she finally regained some semblance of awareness, her nerves were still tingling from the way he had brought her to climax with his hands and his mouth. Her whole body felt warm and light and blazing, as though the fire had left some small ember inside her, striving to burst into renewed flame.
Nothing she had ever experienced before had been remotely like the blaze Arthur’s touch awoke in her.
Arthur bent over her, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion and desire and lust, the weight of his erection hot and stiff against her thighs.
She could see the passion, the barely controlled lust in his eyes as he lay over her, the tip of his engorged member pressing into her aching folds as he murmured her name in a husky, breathy whisper, an unvoiced question in the single word.
There was only one answer she could give, only one she wanted to give. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up. “Yes.”
She pressed her hips against his, and Arthur surged forward, his shaft plunging into her. It was pressure bordering on pain, a feeling of fullness, deliciously hot and fulfilling. She tucked a heel into the back of his thigh and applied gentle pressure, and he drove deeper, sinking into her until their groins were pressed together, the heated flesh of his balls pressed against the cleft of her bottom.
Uncomfortable, yes. But also deeply satisfying, in a way she had never imagined lovemaking could be. She waited a few moments until the burn of stretched flesh receded a little, then rocked against him.
That, it seemed, was all the encouragement Arthur needed. He rocked back, then rolled his hips forward, sliding out and plunging deep with each thrust, hips pumping as he set up a steady rhythm. His body moved above hers, and she arched to meet him, finding a rhythm that brought them together and apart in smooth precision.
The tingling aftereffects of her previous orgasm gave way to the surging, slow-building fire of arousal, then darts of pleasure, all her nerve endings alive and singing as Arthur moved with her. She felt every shift and twitch of his member, thick and hard and straining.
The brush of her sensitive breasts against his sweat-soaked chest and firm muscles. The heat of his arms on either side of her. The pressure of his thighs against hers and the slide of the sheets beneath her... she felt it all, an orchestra of sensations building to a crescendo of pleasure, higher and stronger than anything she’d ever felt before.
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It was almost unbearable, and it was going to drive him mad or set him afire in truth.
