“You. Always you.” There was an undercurrent in her breathy voice.
Anger? Resentment? Resignation?
He wanted more from her. Sidney kissed her shoulder. Dragged his mouth along her collarbone. Lower. Between her breasts. Sucked the tip of each one into his mouth, all while working his aching cock over her hungry, slick flesh. He bit her nipple lightly, grazing the distended bud with his teeth. She rocked against him, the keening cry bursting from her making him suck harder, flick his tongue over her.
“You have such pretty titties,chérie.”
He drew the peak into his mouth once more, savoring her, then released it with a pop. They were not just pretty—they were perfect. Everything about her was perfect—except the past. But he would leave that where it belonged for tonight.
Her hands were on him, caressing. Nails raking over his shoulders, fingertips caressed a path of fire over his chest, his abdomen. When he sucked her other nipple, she thrust against him, her caresses ghosting over his lower back. Finding his arse. Urging him on. He liked the way those dainty fingers of hers bit into him.
In fact, if she wanted to take control, he was going to let her.
Sidney paused in the act of worshipping her gorgeous breasts and rolled them as one, until he was supine, and she was straddling him. He caressed her waist, then reached between them, cupping the delicious weights of her breasts. He rolled her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then tugged both at once.
She cried out, rubbing her slit over him.
Her dew drenched his aching cock, and he had never wanted to slide inside her more. But there was something wrong. Her hair was still trapped in that damned Grecian braid of hers, coiled behind her head.
“Your hair,” he managed thickly. “Take it down.”
This sensual battle of theirs had him on the edge. When she did not immediately oblige him, he tortured the peaks of her breasts some more, tweaking them, rolling them between his fingers.
She gasped, arching into his hand, and rocked over him again, finally giving him what he wanted when she reached up and plucked the pins from her hair. Her gaze held his as the heavy copper braids keeping all that rich loveliness confined dropped. Pins scattered everywhere. On his bed. On the floor.
Sidney didn’t give a fuck. He was mesmerized by the grind of her cunny over his cock, the sight of his hands on her creamy breasts, her fingers making short work of the braid, sending curls spilling down her back, around her shoulders.
Her hair was long. So long that when she arched her back to rock over him again, it trailed over his thighs. He swallowed down a surge of rampant lust and forced himself to release her breasts, skimming his palms down the seductive curve of her waist. If she kept writhing on him as she was, he was going to come all over her.
“Put me inside you.” His words were ragged. Almost guttural.
Sidney’s body was smoldering. His cock throbbed and his ballocks ached. He caressed her hips, watching as she raised herself and took his cock in a firm grip. His eyes almost rolled back in his head. He clenched his jaw, held his breath.
Control, old chap. Control.
Slowly, tentatively, she guided him to where he belonged. The tip of his cock was bathed in the hot silk of her cunny. And then she sank down on him, taking him inside her, so deep inside her.
Yes.
Hell yes.
Yes in every bloody language that existed and all the ones that didn’t, too.
The feeling was exquisite. She was tight, clamped on him so deliciously he had to grind his molars to stave off the need to thrust. But he wanted her to do what she wished to him, to set the pace. The angle was perfection, as was Julianna, assuming control. Taking her passion. Taking him.
“Sidney.” She moaned his name as she began to move at last, up and down on his shaft. “Oh God, Sidney.”
“Give it to me. Surrender.” He lifted his head as she fucked him and caught one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking.
“I will…never…surrender.” She was breathless, the denial emerging from her in pants.
“We shall see about that,” he growled against her silken skin.
A flood of wetness bathed his cock, and she tightened even more. She rode him, moaning, balancing herself on the bed and offering him her breasts at the same time. In and out, up and down.
It was madness.
She was glorious.
