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“What about this?” he murmurs, and then he bends his mouth to my breast, his palm molding it against his lips as his tongue flicks out, trailing a heated circle around the stiffened peak. “Or this?”
His teeth settle against my skin, not hard—a light nip, nothing more. But it sends another jolt through me, and I gasp, arching upwards so that more of me is pressed against his lips, wanting more sensation, more pleasure. I feel that vibration against my skin again as he laughs, a low, deep sound, and I can tell he’s enjoying this. He’s enjoying discovering what turns me on.
He could have tossed you onto the bed and fucked you until he came and then rolled over and gone to sleep, but instead, he’s exploring you like you’re something for him to claim.Nothing about tonight is going the way I’d imagined it would, and my control is unraveling quickly—long before his does, it seems.
Theo licks a slow path between my breasts, repeating the same touches on the other side, until I’m starting to squirm beneath him. He squeezes me lightly once more, clearly enjoying the feeling of me in his hands, before his mouth starts to slide down between my ribs, and I know where he’s going next.
My entire body tightens in anticipation. I hadn’t known if he would do this or not.I’dexpected to be the one touchinghim, pleasuring him with hands and mouth, and pretending to be hopelessly ignorant about it all. Instead, his hands are on my waist, my hips, holding me down on the bed as his mouth traces a slow, hot line down between my hipbones, his lips grazing over me there before his hands finally go lower, pressing against my inner thighs as he opens me up for him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands spreading me, kneeling as he looks down at the wet pink flesh between my thighs. “So fucking perfect.”
I’ve never seen any man look at my naked body the way he is—like he wants to devour me and savor me all at once, like I’m something to be ravished and cherished at the same time. I never expected it, and I don’t know how to deal with it now that it’s happening. I don’t know what to make of any of it, but the way his gaze settles between my thighs sends a fresh rush of arousal through me, and I canfeelhow wet I am. The insides of my thighs are damp with it, and I can feel myself dripping, so wet that no matter how big he is, I don’t know if it will be a struggle for him to get inside of me.
Thatthought sends a pang of fear through me. Adrik was no small man either.Will he be able to tell?I wonder frantically as Theo leans down between my legs, turning his head to kiss the inside of my thigh lightly. I’ve heard men can’t always tell, but I don’t know enough about my own body to be sure. I didn’t exactly have anyone to teach me how it all works. What I knew of my own pleasure before Adrik, I learned through nights exploring, seeking out what was making me ache and throb for something I couldn’t understand, and finding the ways to ease it.
“You taste good, lass. Even just this,” he murmurs as his lips slide over the soft flesh of my inner thigh, his tongue tracing a slow pattern upwards. His mouth presses lightly against my outer folds, a brush of lips against my most intimate flesh before he pulls back slightly, his fingers gently spreading me open. I gasp as he touches me, and when his first finger finally slides over my clit, ever so gently, I let out a sound that is very much like a strangled moan.
“Have you ever touched yourself here?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly, and I feel a sense of sudden shame that flushes my skin from the roots of my hair all the way down my chest. It feels even worse because I know he’ll interpret it as virginal embarrassment, and Ineedhim to, but what I’m ashamed of is the fact that he clearly believes I’m as innocent as he’s been told—even more so.
I nod helplessly, so far beyond speaking that I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I see the heat in his eyes as he taps his finger against my clit again, and my hips lift into his touch in a shuddering movement.
“I want to watch you do that,” he says huskily. “Not tonight—but…”
His voice trails off, his fingers picking up a slow rhythm as he strokes them over my swollen flesh, and my body feels like my blood has turned molten, like every part of me is on fire.
Not tonight, but…
I knew it would be more than one night. Theo married me for an heir, and those are rarely gotten in one night of pleasure. My stomach tightens again, remembering the contraceptive I made Adrik buy for me, the way I’d felt when I took it the next morning. I didn’t want a baby with Adrik—not now. I have no idea if that is ever what our relationship will be. And with Theo—
There’s no possibility of it. Not unless I make a mistake with my birth control, and I have every intention about being meticulously careful with that. Which means month after month will pass, until this is over, with Theo trying increasingly hard to get me pregnant with no result. He’ll fuck me more and more, filling me up with his cum in an effort to—
A moan slips out of my mouth, both from the steadily growing pressure of his fingers and that thought, and I don’t know what’s gotten into me. The thought of Theo desperately fucking me, hard and deep, murmuring in my ear how he’s going to drive his cum inside of me as deeply as he can, leave it there until it takes root—it has my entire body trembling on the verge of an orgasm, my clit throbbing beneath his fingertips, and I feel the muscles in my thighs suddenly seize as I grip the sheets, arching up into his touch as an unexpected climax sweeps over me with a force that leaves me gasping and crying out.
Is that—something that turns me on?
Even with Adrik, who I never should have allowed to touch me and was forbidden from the start, I’ve never felt desire and guilt so tightly tangled together.I’m not just going to be lying to Theo and making him think he’s failing to get me pregnant; I’m going to be getting off on him trying now?The thought makes me flush all over again, and I have another moment’s fear that I came too easily, that it will tip Theo off—but when I look down at him, there’s nothing on his face but lust.
“That’s right, lass,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against my thigh again as his fingers lightly stroke my still-fluttering clit. “You came so sweetly for me. I want to make you come again, before I give you my cock.”
God, how am I going to get through this?Everything he says only makes me want him more, desire tightening through me as he finally—oh god, finally—bends his mouth to my pussy again and spreads me open for him, his tongue flicking out to taste my swollen flesh.
When his tongue slides over my clit, the moan I let out is a sound I’ve never made before. My hand goes down to grab his hair without thinking, fingers tangling through the silky, dark, auburn strands, my hips jerking up against his mouth as I let out a cry of pleasure. “Oh god!” I gasp out, writhing beneath him as his tongue makes slow patterns against my almost too-sensitive clit, and I can’t lie still. I buck and squirm as he licks me slowly, keeping the same strokes as I gasp another moan, and I feel his hands tighten on my thighs.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, and I can hear his control loosening, the growing lust in his voice. “God, Marika, I could eat you all fucking night—”
I’d let you,I almost say, and I’m glad I can’t speak. I couldn’t say a word if I wanted to, my throat tight with building desire and a strange emotion that I can’t put a name to, my entire body wound tight, and the wet heat of his mouth is better than anything I’ve ever felt or imagined.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly scream. My entire body tenses, bucking against his face hard enough that I’m almost afraid I might hurt him, and I try to gasp out that I’m going to come, but Ican’t. I can’t say anything, the only sound I make is those near-pained moans of pleasure as he sucks my flesh into his mouth and rolls his tongue over my clit, sucking and licking until I think I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t come again, and then itburstsover me in a wave that makes me forget everything except the incredible, blinding pleasure.
I feel the gush of my arousal over his tongue, and I feel that hot burn of embarrassment before, because I’ve never come likethat. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, drenched with arousal and turned on beyond belief. I’ve never felt anything like it or ever imagined that I could. This is—beyond what I knew pleasure could be.
The slow burn to this—and he hasn’t even gone inside of me yet.
Theo leans back as I start to come down from the orgasm, kneeling between my spread thighs as I lie there flushed and panting, looking up at him glassy-eyed. I’m not sure any longer how to play at innocence, my mind too foggy to think, and I hope that my stunned pleasure will be enough to convince him.
His lips are glistening from my arousal, his stubble damp with it, and the look on his face is so hungry that it makes me tighten with need all over again. He reaches down for his belt, his voice thick with a lust like I’ve never heard before as he looks down at me.
“I need to be inside you, lass,” he murmurs as he undoes the buckle. “I can’t wait any longer. Can you take it?”
