“You’re distracting me,”she moaned, her words breaking as he devoted his attention to her strained nipple, the ruched areola so tender every kiss, every touch sent her shuddering with want.
His wicked green eyes met hers and her breath caught. “Trust me. It will be worth the wait.”
Her rational mind screamed her opposition, thatshehad authority over her own body, and who was he to deny her pleasure? But something primordial reached from low in her belly, wrapped around her and soothed her, even as arousal threatened to undo her.Trust, the primal beast whispered.You can trust him with this.
“I—I’ll be patient,” she managed, and Will groaned, rough and animalistic.
“Can you come like this, sweet?” His fingers skimmed over her breast, brushing the erect peak and making her entire body jolt. “Just from your breasts? You’re so responsive.” He dragged his teeth over the peak, nipped the barest amount, then laved his tongue to soothe the skin.
“I d-don’t know…” Her mind had abandoned ship, had left her adrift in a sea of pleasure.
“I think you can.” He hesitated, pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, then took her hands and wrapped her fingers around the wrought-iron rungs of the headboard. “Trust me.”
Adelaide could not have described what he did or how long it took, but his caresses and kisses dragged her slowly, inexorably towards her climax, but stopped shy each time, until perspiration dotted her skin, her core clenched around nothing. Meanwhile, his rough fingers traced wicked patterns over the bare skin of her thighs until she thought she might burst from the anticipation. Nothing held her hands in place, but she restrained herself from releasing the headboard, wanting desperately to show him she trusted him, that she could be patient.
“Will,” she keened, “I can’t—I won’t…” Her words died on a moan as he took her lips once more and cupped her mound with his large hand, the heel pressing against her swollen nub and sending electricity jolting between the ache of her nipples to her core. The pressure was precisely what she needed but could never articulate, the last piece to send her ecstasy washing over her like a violent wave.
And as her body threatened to burst through her skin, Will was there, holding her close, whispering what she assumed to be something soothing that she couldn’t hear over the buzz in her ears.
When she realized her fingers were cramping, she released the headboard and her hands fell to the side. Will propped himself up on his elbow and watched her with an amused glimmer in his eye. “Satisfied?”
She hummed and shimmied from head to toe. “Yes, very.”
He clucked his tongue and leaned closer, brushing his nose along the edge of her jaw. “Christ, you’re beautiful when you come.”
Her breath escaped in a nervous chuckle as he shifted to kiss down the length of her sternum. “Not like a screaming banshee?”
He looked over the curve of her belly, and she nearly swooned. “Far from it. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes,” she bellowed with enough force to make him wince. “I mean, if you want to, that is—”
His smirk was deliciously wicked. “Relax, sweet.”
The first touch of his tongue on her cleft, a long, slow draw along the swollen petals of her sex, sent her body jolting off the bed. He banded one arm low over her stomach, stilling her. “Patience,” he chided, meeting her gaze with a glimmer of amusement in his eye.
Will savored her most intimate flesh with kisses and caresses of his tongue, and when he slid one finger into her slick channel, they both moaned aloud.
“You’re so wet,” he crooned. “So damn pretty. I’ve never seen a more perfect cunt.”
The harsh word delivered in his raspy voice sent her interior walls rippling against his fingers, the controlled glide unbearable for the tremors of sensation she felt down to the tips of her toes. She squirmed, eager for more—more what she couldn’t say because for once she couldn’t find a single remark to insert into the situation, reduced to unintelligible moans and gasps.
How mortifying.
How delightful.
Will’s arm stiffened over her abdomen as he lifted his head. “Stay still.”
“I need…” Her cheeks burned. How could she describe what she needed when she didn’t know herself? “I need…”
“That’s it, Adelaide.” The rasp in his voice changed, warmed, and she wanted to please him, to have him praise her again. “Tell me what you need, what feels good.”
His wicked finger slid in and out once more, leaving tendrils of electricity in its wake. “More of that,” she whispered, and he hummed against her inner thigh.
“Like this?” A second finger joined the first, and she moaned at the exquisite stretch. “Tell me, Adelaide. Is this what you want?”
She whimpered her affirmative. Her one previous encounter with a man was nothing like this, the awkward coupling over before she could inventory the wild responses of her body, how her mind devolved into something primal that sought pleasure alone.
When his tongue lapped against her clitoris, she gasped and nodded wildly. “Yes, that! Will, I want that!”
