‘I’ll be hugely disappointed if you’re gentle,’ I drawl in my own voice. ‘I need it hard from you.’
Josh laugh-groans and shakes his head. ‘You’re in danger of disabusing me of the fact that I married a lady. On your elbows, madam.’
I snigger and lower myself back down. My boobs are pushed so high in this corset that they’re practically popping out anyway, so it doesn’t cost him much effort to reach into one of the cups and find my already painfully hard nipple. He drags it out of the cup and squeezes it. Hard. I buck at the heat that lances through me. It feels so amazing to have his hands on me for real.
‘Oh my God, Josh.’
‘You meanYour Grace.’ He reaches over and plucks my other nipple out of the corset, rolling it between his fingers. He’s still sliding his tip slowly up and down between my legs, and I can’t decide if I need it against my clit or inside me more badly.
‘Your Grace.’
He rewards me with a deep sweep of his tongue through my mouth.
‘Enjoying your wedding night so far, my darling?’ he queries as he comes up for air.
I swallow. ‘Very much, Your Grace.’
‘Excellent. It’s about to get far better.’ And he gets to his knees in front of me, nudging his way between my legs with his shoulders. ‘Feet up on my shoulders.’
I drag them up despite the fact that my limbs feel leaden with desire. Having the smooth skin of his shoulders under the silk-covered arches of my feet is worth theeffort.
‘Watch this.’ He stares up at me through those ridiculous eyelashes, challenging me to hold eye contact. As if I could look away. Josh Lander, his face between my legs, his expression positively sinful as he smirks at me and pushes two fingers inside me without warning, is the best sight I’ve ever seen.
Ever.
I’m honestly clueless as to how I survived without this for so long. Without him, I mean. No one else comes close.
I watch, hypnotised, from my front-row seat as his fingers slide in and out. He licks his lips and lowers his face and adds his tongue exactly where I need it, and Jesus Christ. I grind my feet into his shoulders and throw my head back as he lavishes me with flicks and licks and rolls and laps, but when I look down at him again, he’s looking straight at me.
He stops what he’s doing for a moment and replaces his tongue with his thumb. Gazes at me as I attempt to catch my breath, to hold on for just a little longer so I can revel in his sensory assault. He opens his mouth, and pauses, and then he says it.
‘You’re utterly perfect, you know.’
It’s Dominic’s line to Georgiana: the line Josh delivered right before he aborted the shoot and practically stumbled off set.
But it doesn’t sound like Dominic’s line.
It sounds like Josh’s line.
It sounds like Josh’s expression of what he’s feeling right now.
But before I can react, he dives back down and ramps up his onslaught on my body, his fingers fucking me, his tongue flicking against me with a relentless rhythm, and his other hand dragging up over my corset to knead my breast and roll my nipple, hard.
And I have no defence. I’m powerless to stop myself fromresponding to the heat that’s been building between us and his un-fucking-believable moves on my body. I ride and ride and ride the wave in absolute bliss, and as it crests and pulls me down with it, I find my voice.
‘Josh! Josh—oh my God, Josh. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop, oh myGod,Josh.’
The hand that was on my breast skims down over my stomach, my hip, my garter, my stockings as I spiral through my orgasm, and he licks me until it subsides before pulling away the slightest bit. He lowers his forehead to my pubic bone.
‘Now look who’s breaking character,’ he whispers, but when he looks up at me, there’s only desire and wonder on his face.
I pull myself up off my elbows so I can sit up properly. Ouch. They’re sore from bearing my weight on the table.
‘Come here.’ I drag him up from his knees and he bends over me as I put one hand to his face to pull him closer and use the other to do what I’ve been dying to do, and get a feel of his dick. It’s angry and throbbing as I slide my fingers up and down his shaft and run them lightly over his balls, which are clenched so high and tight they’re close to exploding.
He’s so delicious. Our tongues dance and he skims his large hands up and down the skin of my arms. I brush my hand down his chest. Ugh, he’s so fucking grope-able. I’m so tempted to ditch the idea of a condom, and just have him inside me bare, skin on skin, but I cannot afford a mess down there if we’ve got to go back on set in a few minutes.
‘There are condoms in the welcome basket,’ I tell him and jerk my head to the sink. He lights up like I’ve just told him Santa’s been and hits the basket in a couple of strides. As he rifles through wet wipes and hand cream for the condoms, I shamelessly ogle his bare arse, which is so ridiculously toned I just want to get off the table and gobite it.
