“Mmm.” He ran his lips over the skin of her inner right thigh, gently nibbling there. “I am afraid I don’t unless you tell me, hellion.”
“Wicked man,” she said without heat. “I want your tongue on me.”
He kissed her left inner thigh, then glanced his tongue over her flesh. “Like this?”
“No.” She lifted her hips impatiently. “You know where.”
He did know where, but he enjoyed watching her frustration. It was so erotic, the sight of her overwhelmed with desire, spread before him, all his. His cock was harder than marble. At last, he decided he could not prolong the torture for either of them any longer.
He dipped his head and ran his tongue along her pearl.
Her low moan was all the reward he needed. The taste of her was sweeter than sugar-laced tea. And he wanted more. He flicked over her in rapid strokes that had her bucking against him. Then he sucked hard, worrying the sensitive bundle of flesh with his teeth as he sank a finger inside her dripping channel.
She gripped him tightly. Silken, wet heat bathed his finger. He added another, stretching her, working her into a frenzy as he continued suckling her clitoris. She clutched his hair, grinding her cunny into his face, and he knew she was close. He fucked her with his fingers, in and out, faster, harder, deeper, flicking his tongue over her nub.
Helena came, clenching on him as she shuddered and thrust beneath him. Another surge of wetness coated him, and he withdrew from her as the last of her spasms rippled through her, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He lapped up her spend, thrusting his tongue into her, claiming her in every way he could. He had never been so overwhelmed with the urge to possess her as he was now.
Love did not make them weaker. Love made them stronger.
Gabe kissed his way back up her body then. How glorious she looked, sated and flushed, golden tendrils of her hair coming undone from her careful coiffure. He could spend all day drinking in the sight of her, except for the uncomfortably rigid state of his cock. But now that he had the taste of her on his tongue and had experienced the sensual bliss of her coming on his fingers, he was not going to last much longer.
When he reached her breasts, he sucked first one hard nipple, then the other. Her hands flitted over his shoulders. The quiet hum of her satisfaction was not lost on him. He bit her nipple lightly and reached between them to part her slick folds and toy with her clitoris once more.
“Gabe,” she moaned.
Damnation, but he loved the sound of his name in her husky contralto as he was pleasuring her. He licked a circle around her nipple. “Yes, love?”
“I need you inside me.”
If he did not take care, he would spend into the bed linens like a callow youth.
He suckled her other nipple, coating his thumb and forefinger in her dew before gliding it through her folds and then slicking it over his ready cock. The urge to claim her could not be denied. He kissed his way to her collarbone, then found her cheek. Her ear.
“I love you, hellion,” he whispered.
He dragged his cockhead through her folds, finding her pearl.
“I love you, my beautiful man.” Her nails raked down his back all the way to his arse. “Now make love to me.”
“With pleasure.” He kissed down her jaw, all the way to her lips, as he aligned himself to her entrance.
One thrust and he was seated deep inside her. Her cunny was hot and tight, and somehow, and though they had made love many times before, there was something different about this time. Something wilder, fiercer, stronger. The intensity built at the base of his spine and radiated outward, almost overwhelming him.
She felt so good wrapped around him, her dripping cunny clamped on his cock, her soft, feminine body beneath his. The scent of her desire swirled through the air, mingling with the perfume of bergamot and citrus. His every sense was more heightened than it had ever been. He kissed her hard, his tongue gliding into her mouth, and he had no doubt she could taste herself on his lips.
Her arms locked around his neck, and she made an erotic little mewl of pleasure as he began a steady rhythm. Although Gabe had intended to be gentle, to make love to her sweetly, slowly, the moment he started thrusting, he could not stop. He drove himself into her again and again while he teased her pearl with his thumb. Her cunny tightened on a sudden series of spasms.
He was going to lose control and spend.
But curse it, this was too quick. He wanted to make it last.
Gabe withdrew, his heart pounding, his prick throbbing. Helena made a sound of protest, but he drowned it out with another kiss as he rolled to his back, bringing her with him so that she was astride him. He wanted her to take her pleasure. To control the pace. He wanted her to ride him until she came all over his cock and then he wanted to fill her with his seed.
Her palms flattened on his chest. More of her hair had slipped free of the pins, sending curls cascading down her shoulders, a few errant strands over the full swells of her breasts.
“I saw this in one of the naughty books,” she said approvingly.
The minx.
