She eyed his member, thick against his thigh. “Such as…?”
“Keep your jaw loose. Breathe slowly through your nose since your mouth will be occupied, and mind your teeth—that is the most important.”
“I think I can manage all that,” Cecilia murmured.
Holding himself, Cassian guided himself to her mouth. “Open,” he commanded.
She parted her lips, and the proud heat of him slid inside. The heat of her slick cavern made him groan deeply, and he did not move as she took more of him. His girth stretched her lips, and her eyes widened at how much more of him there was to take.
“You do not need to take all of me.” He cupped her cheek, his dusky eyes holding hers. “Use your hand with what is not in your mouth.”
He allowed her to catch her bearings, to master breathing and suckling at the same time, while fighting this urge to take charge and take his pleasure. A groan left his mouth as he slid in deeper, his large hand cupping the back of her head.
“Cecilia—” he fisted her hair. “I am going to move now. Remember to breathe.”
Soon, he was thrusting steadily between her lips as his abdomen rippled, his skin shivered, and his jaw tightened with arousal as he took his pleasure in her. Eager to serve him, she experimented with her tongue as he plunged between her lips.
His fingers were digging into her scalp as she licked the underside of his crown, and his thighs turned to stone beneath her palms. The slick pressure, the softness of her hands as they milked the base of his arousal, was beyond scintillating.
He wanted to push back the tide of pleasure and wanted to watch her sucking him forever, but a sizzle went up his spine, and his bollocks tightened. He felt the warning heat gathering in his groin and gently pulled away from his crown.
“I’m going to—”
“Spend for me as I did for you…” she purred, her fist quickening around him.
His eyes clamped tight, and a strange sound left his chest as his release shot up his shaft. The climax erupted from him, taking everything he had.
When he regained his breath and he was able to peel his eyes apart, he gazed upon her as satisfaction hummed in his veins. Her golden hair was a mess around her shoulders, and her lips were ruby red, swollen.
Not only did she not look put out by the disarray—she wassmiling. With a sensual cheekiness that warmed him inside and out.
The look of satisfaction and wonder on her face made him smile too, but the way she kept shifting her gaze birthed an ember of concern in his chest.
“What is it?”
She sighed, and her fingers danced over his chest, “I think I understand why you choose to chase this…”
“Pleasure,” Cassian supplied helpfully.
Her nose wrinkled. “Seems a bit inadequate to describe what I felt a moment ago, but yes,pleasure. It is very… scintillating.”
Cassian reached for her and pulled her tighter, his lips coasting over her cheek. “Are you telling me you are recanting your unending, scathing criticism of my past ways?”
Narrowing her eyes at him, Cecilia said, “I would walk barefoot through the Egyptian desert before I recant that.”
He roared with laughter and shifted so her back was pressed to his chest. His arm slung possessively over her waist, and he pulled her to him. “We’ll see about that.”
She went quiet, then said, “When can we do it again?”
With a groaning laugh, he bent his head and claimed her mouth with a tender kiss. “Stay with me tonight.”
Cecilia sleepily murmured, “I had no intention to leave.”
CHAPTER 20
“Thank you,” Cecilia nervously slid a hand down to smooth her olive gown as she looked at the door to Lady Jane’s demure, French-style chalet in Kent.
The journey had taken less than an hour when Cecilia had decided on what she truly wanted to get from this meeting. As she mounted the steps, she wondered if she should have asked Cassian for help, but no.
