She lay flat on her back, the domed ceiling of the library rising above her in the shadows, the wet sounds of his lips on her echoing in the hushed silence of the night, mingling with her harsh breaths and the desire she could not stifle, regardless of how hard she tried to be quiet.
And then he gently bit the incredibly responsive bundle of flesh she had touched herself beneath the privacy of her counterpanes and the secretive dark. He nibbled on her, finding a place of such intense sensitivity that a second wave of pleasure slammed over her. She writhed against him, crying out as this release, more explosive than the first, claimed her.
She was breathless, ears ringing, tiny sparks of light piercing the darkness above, heart racing. But still, he was not finished. He remained where he was, licking up and down her slit, into her folds, finding her entrance and lapping up the wetness she could not control.
“That’s it, darling,” he crooned into her cunny. “Come again for me. You taste so sweet. I could lick you all night long.”
Dear heavens.If he did that, she would die of pleasure.
His words sent another rush of pure, molten desire to her drenched core. He had wanted her to be wicked with him, and she was doing precisely that. Surrendering herself to the man, to the moment, to his mouth.
His sinful, perfect mouth.
Just when she thought she could bear no more of his erotic torture, he released her bottom and added his fingers to the mix. When he pinched the swollen bud of her sex and sank his tongue in her, she lost control.
Her heels ground into the carpets as she lifted, undulating against him, a third release rocketing through her. The rush of bliss was every bit as intense as those which had preceded it. He remained with her through it all, never pausing or relinquishing, chasing every last ripple of orgasm with his tongue.
She was gasping for breath.
Mindless.
Boneless.
Sated.
Scarcely aware of him rising to his knees between her spread legs. His face was slack with desire and slick with her juices. For a wild, frenzied moment, all she could think wasmine.
This beautiful, seductive stranger is mine.
And then he was rising with haste, severing the moment. He moved away from her, presenting her with his back. His low groan sounded pained. Shadows danced over his waistcoat in the low light. Gradually, her ability to comprehend her surroundings returned. She was no longer a vessel of endless pleasure. He gripped the back of a chair with one hand, head bent.
There was the rustling of fabric, the movement of his right arm before him, and her pleasure-drunk mind slowly realized what he was doing. Finding his own relief. Of course. How selfish of her not to have thought of him, and he was being the gentleman, discreetly seeing to his own needs. But that was hardly fair. Suddenly, she found herself beset by a new desire.
The need to touch him and to bring him pleasure as he had done for her.
Izzy dragged herself to her feet and went to him on unsteady legs. She touched his sleeve. “Zachary.”
He stilled and cast a wary glance in her direction. “Christ, Izzy. I’m going to go mad if I don’t come in the next two minutes. I apologize. Ordinarily, I have far more control, but you made me lose my head.”
His expression was pained.
She glanced down his body and realized he had indeed been unfastening the fall of his trousers. He was long and thick, his hand clasped around his member in a stern grip. How large and beautiful he was. Her sex pulsed.
“I can pleasure you as you have done for me,” she said, the invitation leaving her in a rush.
“Fuck,” he said on a groan. “No, I’ll not do that. Not here, not now. It would not be right to take your mouth.”
“I want to.” She turned him to face her and dropped to her knees on the carpets as he had done. “You told me to be wicked.”
“So I did. But I did not mean—ah, hell.”
His protest ended in a smothered growl as she kissed his length, chasing his fingers and replacing them with her mouth. She had no notion of what she was meant to do, so she mimicked his actions, alternating between kisses and licks. But when she grazed him with her teeth, he hissed out a breath.
“No teeth, love. It is different for a man.”
“I am sorry.” Embarrassed at her ineptitude, she rocked back on her heels. “What am I meant to do? Will you show me?”
He closed his eyes. “Damn it. You cannot know what you are asking for.”
