One nip of his teeth, and she flew from the ledge. All the pent-up passion she had nursed for the last two months released in a rush. She shuddered. An almost violent pleasure exploded inside her, stealing her breath. She threw her head back against the pillow, giving in to the bliss until the last ripple radiated through her.
He rose over her then, but she stayed him with a hand. “Not yet.” She urged him to his back. “It is my turn to tell you how perfect you are, my love.”
His jaw was tense, his ready cock a testament to just how much restraint he had exerted. “Isabella, if you touch me, I am likely to spill in your hand.”
Her body humming with the release he had given her, she straddled his hips. “It is only fair, my darling.”
Without awaiting his response, she lowered her head and kissed the prominent ridge of his clavicle. Though they had already been intimate, she longed to explore him in the way he had her. Every part of him fascinated her. His flat nipples, the light dusting of golden hair coating his chest, the firm muscles trapped beneath his skin. She kissed him everywhere, worshiping him. Loving him.
She flicked her tongue over his nipple as he had done to her. “Perfection.”
He grunted. “Isabella.”
“Hush.” She pressed her forefinger to his lips, stilling them. “Lie there like a good husband. No protestations.”
“Damn it, woman,” He reached for her, cupping her breast.
And though she loved his hands upon her, another thought emerged as she recalled how incredibly sensual it had been to obey him when they had last made love. She took his wrists and pinned his arms to the bed on either side of him.
“Do not move until I tell you to,” she ordered him.
“Isabella,” he said again, ignoring her command.
She nipped his shoulder. “I told you to hush. It is my wish to enjoy my husband.”
“Enjoy me anymore, and you will not enjoy my cock inside you,” he grumbled.
But when she released his wrists, he kept his hands at his sides. She kissed his throat. His Adam’s apple. She inhaled deeply here, where his masculine scent seemed most rich. And then his jaw. His beautiful lips.
“Utter perfection,” she whispered against his mouth.
And then she worked her way down his body again. Over his neck, his wounded shoulder.Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.To his forearms.Kiss.His hands.Kiss.His hip bone.
When she reached his straining cock, she glanced up at him just as he had done to her, and then she took the tip of him into her mouth. His taste flooded her tongue. Salty, earthy, delicious.
On a groan, he reached for her.
She released him. “No moving, Your Grace.” She flicked her tongue over the slit on the head of his cock, where a pearly bead of his seed had leaked. She liked him on her tongue. How wicked of her.
But that was the effect he had always had on her, was it not? He made her want him with a desperation unlike any she had ever previously known. And it was time for him to experience some of that same delicious torment.
She sucked. His hips jerked, sending him deeper into her throat. The hiss from him told her he liked what she was doing, so she continued. Her mouth was full of him, the rich, musky scent of him spurring her on. She grew wetter between her thighs as she continued to suck and lick him.
Just when she thought she was going to get what she wanted—his complete surrender—he pulled her away from him and turned them in one swift move.
“That was most unfair of you,” she protested. “I ordered you not to move.”
He settled between her legs, his cock, slick from her mouth, brushing over her hungry flesh. “I want to spend inside your cunny tonight, my love. A moment more, and I would have lost that particular battle.”
“I will have to punish you for your disobedience later,” she told him breathlessly as his fingers dipped between them to drive her back into a writhing frenzy.
“If your punishment involves what I think it does, I shall happily accept.” He gripped his cock, positioning himself at her entrance.
Impatience and need were in concert now, making her pump her hips toward him. He surprised her then by hooking her legs over his shoulders. The position opened her to him in a new way, and for a moment she feared this angle and his large manhood would not possibly work.
But then, he thrust, filling her in one fluid motion. And he was deeper than he had ever been before, it seemed, reaching a part of her that was more sensitive than she could have dreamed. They sighed as one as he held himself there, buried to the hilt within her.
They were one.
