“Yes.” He kissed her throat, nuzzled her ear.
The skirts of her dress went higher, and she opened her legs for his traveling hand. Over her knee, up the cotton-covered curve of her thigh to the split in her drawers. Her wet heat beckoned. He sucked on her neck as his fingers teased her slit.Damn, she was wet, the swollen nub of her pearl calling to him.
Spurring him on.
He swirled his fingers over her in slow, steady circles, rubbing her nubbin until her hips bucked and she was breathless and writhing beneath him. His cock was rigid and ready, so ready, burrowing into her thigh as he played with her. She had worked her arms out of her sleeves, granting her freedom of motion. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, nails grazing over his scalp, as she arched her back and offered herself to him.
Yes.
Hell yes.
Mine.
His mouth latched on her nipple as he sank a finger into her tight cunny. Her body closed on him hungrily, and his cock ached, for he knew how blissful the sensation was to be ballocks deep in her. He would have it soon. But first, he wanted to make her come.
With his thumb, he rubbed her clitoris, listening for her swift inhalation, the tiny mewls of need that came from low in her throat to tell him just how hard, how fast, and where she liked his touch. He caught her nipple between his teeth, nipping her gently as he inserted a second finger.
She jerked beneath him, hips pumping, bringing him deeper. The slickness of her dew was enough to drive him mad. But he wanted her madder than he. Wanted her shaking and shuddering and finding her release. Only then would he take her fully.
“Oh,” she said again.
And he was glad she had not said the false name he could not bear to hear. Glad she was nothing but sighs and moans and surrender.
How glorious she was, coming undone for him. He knew he had her near the edge, but he could not resist. Releasing her nipple, he traveled down her body, finding her skirts around her waist, her gorgeous legs shielded by the dainty white drawers, her parted thighs revealing the pink, glistening folds, the pouty bud.
“You are so perfect, Tilly.” He bowed his head like a supplicant, flicked his tongue over the swollen flesh.
She was musky and sweet and she filled him with need. He slid his fingers inside once more, frigging her with them and sucking her pearl until she came. Her cry made a bird take off in startled flight, a rustle of feathers and greenery that shook him from the depths of his desire, making him think for a moment that they had been spied by a groundskeeper.
But no, they were alone in the sunshine, his fingers still deep inside her as she rode out the tiny shivers of bliss dancing through her delicious body. His goddess in the sundrenched world.By God, he was not going to give her back to that devil who did not deserve her.
She lay there, open for him, trusting, her head tipped back in ecstasy, the lines of her countenance softened by the pleasure that had just whirled through her. He was humbled by her surrender, her faith in him.
He would earn it, he vowed. There were too many deceptions between them, too many complex lies to untangle just yet. But he would. He owed her the truth. He wanted to give her everything. To gather her up and take her away from this gilded palace.
And he would, he promised himself silently as he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean.
She reached for him, a siren luring him not to the rocks but to her body, to her arms. He went willingly, his body aligning perfectly with hers. He kissed her, taking his time, showing her with his mouth what he could not yet convey with his words. All the love, the tenderness, the care.
Balancing his weight with a forearm in the grass beside her head, he reached between them with his free hand, undoing the fall of his trousers. And still he kissed her as his cock sprang free, stiff and eager. Kissed her as he guided himself to her slick entrance. Kissed her as he flexed his hips and seated himself to the hilt.
Their mouths turned frantic, a carnal union of lips and tongues as the newness of their emotions lent a frenetic energy to their kisses and their coupling. He felt new. He felt whole. He felt as if he had been meant to find her. He felt like she was meant to be his. Not just for a month, but forever.
Pure need overtook him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Adrian tried to take his time, to ease his thrusts to avoid hurting her by pounding her into the ground even as his body cried out for him to do. But as she tightened on him, her wetness bringing him deep, her cunny milking his cock, all the tenderness fled him.
He was nothing but a beast, giving in to this conflagration.
Fucking her on the hillside where the birthright which would forever be denied him grimly presided. He fucked her hard. Fucked her deep. He sucked on her tongue and bit her lip and palmed her breast. She was wild beneath him, bucking, meeting him thrust for thrust, nipping him in return, her nails clawing down his shoulders, digging into his buttocks.
Faster.
He pumped into her again and again, aided by her slickness. She had never been this wet for him yet. It was good, so good. Too good. He was going to come, and he knew it, but he could not make himself stop. Being inside this woman felt like everything he had been waiting for without ever realizing it could be his.
She moaned into their kiss, clamping on him as she reached another release.
Yes, fuck yes.
He kept going, kept thrusting into her. It was reckless and it was stupid, and he told himself he could withdraw before it was too late, but he was lost. The bliss that rushed over him took him by surprise as he sank deep.
