He slid his finger across the seam of her mouth until her lips parted. And then he could not resist dipping inside. She sucked, and all the blood inside him rushed to his prick. He was rigid, ready, aching to be inside her.
His campaign of wooing her had meant foregoing making love, and his body was painfully aware of that fact now, with an armful of lush woman pressed to his body and her mouth wrapped around his finger the way he longed to see it on another portion of his anatomy.
“Damn it, woman,” he growled.
He had wanted to be sweet and tender with her tonight. It felt like a celebration. A true homecoming. But she was making him wild, and he had only been in her chamber for five minutes.
She raked her teeth over the pad of his forefinger, then nipped him.
His cock twitched.
“Language, Lord Shelbourne,” she chastised softly when she had released his finger.
“Forgive me, love. Clearly, it is time to put my tongue to other, better uses.”
She bit her lip. And that was it. He was done.
His mouth slammed down on hers. Kissing her hard. Showing her with his lips everything he wanted to say. He had given her enough words. Now, he had something more to give her: himself.
He made short work of her dressing gown and his. They were on the bed, a tangle of arms, legs, and tongues. He kissed his way down her body. The elegant protrusion of her collarbone. The soft, supple curves of her breasts, all creamy and smooth. He sucked on a sweet nipple until she moaned, and then he continued. Down her belly. His hands traveled over her hips, worshipping the subtle flare of them. He rained kisses over her mound as her legs parted.
Her pearl was swollen and pink, her folds glistening with the sheen of her desire. Heaven. It was heaven.Shewas heaven. And he had to have her on his tongue. He licked over her, quick, steady pulses designed to drive her mad. She rocked beneath him, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging.
The pull at his roots spurred him on. The taste of her was rich on his tongue, musky, delicious, Julianna. She was slick and hot and silken. He thought he could feast upon her like this for hours, lashing her with his tongue, sliding inside her, teasing and tempting them both.
But his cockstand was a reminder that prolonging this madness for so long would prove impossible. He ground his cock into the mattress to ease the pressure building in his ballocks, but it only made him ache more.
He licked down her slit, drinking her up, keenly aware of her every breathy moan, the jerk of her hips. Then he drew her clitoris into his mouth again, using his teeth to gently bite.
She shuddered beneath him as she reached her crisis. He stayed there, licking and sucking until the last quake trembled through her, and then he rose, determined to be inside her. But his wicked wife had other ideas.
She urged him to his back and rained kisses down his chest. Down his abdomen. Drawing ever nearer to his painfully erect cock. Surely she was not going to—
Her lips closed over the tip of him, and she sucked.
He clamped his jaw and fought for control. The sight of her, that fiery hair spread over her back, him in her mouth, was the most erotic scene he had ever beheld. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead. Her hand was on his ballocks, fondling gently, making mettle seep from him. Grasping his length, she pressed her tongue to that pearly bead, licking him up.
Fuck.
It was too much. He pulled her over him and rolled them as one so that he straddled her, his cock pressed to her center. He kissed her swiftly, the taste of her still on his lips, blending with the taste of himself on her tongue. Breathless, he raised his head, staring down at her, love for her thundering in his heart, desire for her pounding through his veins.
“I cannot withstand more of your exquisite torment,chérie. I need to be inside you now.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “What are you waiting for, my love?”
What indeed?
He plunged into her tight, wet heat. More heaven. More pleasure than he could handle. This lovemaking was beyond every time which had preceded it. Embracing the love he felt for her, knowing she loved him too—it heightened the gratification in a way he could not have predicted.
Sidney thrust. They sighed as one, their lips meeting in a long, drugging kiss as they found their rhythm together. She was drenched. So slick, and the glide of his cock in her channel had him on the verge of spending within a few strokes.
Her hips rose to meet him, urging him on. Her nails bit into his shoulders. Again and again, he rocked into her, harder, faster. Their kisses became ferocious. Their bodies moved in unison, reaching for unimaginable heights together.
When his fingers dipped between their joined bodies to find her swollen clitoris, she cried out into his mouth. Fast circles, pressure in just the right place, and she whimpered, begging for more without words. He gave it to her, working that greedy bud until she was quivering and clenching around him, the force of her spend making her throw her head back.
Heat licked up his spine. He was going to come inside her regardless of how much he wanted this union to last. She bit his shoulder as he fucked her in desperate, deep thrusts. The tattered remnants of his control were gone. He rolled his hips against hers and spent, flooding her with his seed. He came so long and so hard that dark stars speckled his vision as he collapsed atop her, heart hammering.
Gradually, reality restored itself. His body was still humming with the power of his release, but rational thoughts returned. He was atop Julianna in her bed. Her arms were wrapped around him tight, her hands traveling up and down his back in a steady caress.
