His caresses gathered intent and pressure, moving faster over her hungry flesh, just as he knew she liked. Soon, she was gasping into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his.
“I want to fuck you,” he murmured against her lips. “But not in this bloody tub.”
His wicked words sent an answering rush to her core. “Yes.”
Together, they rose from the tub, water running down their bodies. Trevor stepped out first and then extended a hand to her, helping her over the high lip of the tub. They didn’t bother to dry off in their eagerness, making their way to Trevor’s bed instead.
Their damp bodies clung like their mouths as they lay on the bedclothes. They were on their sides, and the position brought to mind something Virtue had been longing for. She urged Trevor to his back, and then she strung a path of kisses along his jaw, to his ear.
“Thank you for championing me tonight,” she murmured. “For loving me.”
Her heart was full, so full. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her. To worship his body in the way he did hers. Since they had married, she had slowly come to realize that whilst Greycote Abbey would forever hold a place in her heart, her new home was with Trevor. In his bed, in his arms. He was her home now.
His hands coasted along her sides, molding her curves. “Thank you for loving me, ogre that I am.”
She smiled against his skin, working her way down his neck. “Perhaps not so much an ogre after all.”
“I’m relieved you’ve altered your opinion of me.” His voice was husky, laced with amusement.
Virtue kissed the protrusion of his clavicle and then nipped his shoulder as she knew drove him to distraction. “Quite altered. Let me show you just how much.”
He stiffened, his cock growing harder against her. “V, you needn’t…”
His protest faded as she peppered his chest with kisses, following the dark trail of hair that led lower. Oh yes, she did need. She needed to taste him. To take him in her mouth. She longed for it, so badly that it was a steady throb pulsing in her pearl. So much that she was wet from the thought, and not from her bath.
“Iwantto,” she said, shifting her body so that she was settled between his legs, his cock standing to attention, ruddy and thick, mere inches from her.
She had read a most enlightening passage inThe Tale of Love, and she allowed that edification to guide her now as she grasped the base of his manhood and brought the glistening head to her lips. She flicked her tongue over him, the drop of mettle seeping from his slit coating her tongue with the taste of him. Trevor, man, slightly salty.
Perfect.
“My God, V,” he rasped. “You’ll undo me.”
She hoped she would.
“Lady X wrote that she tried to take as much of her groom’s cock into her throat as possible,” she said, glancing up at him over the glorious planes of his lean body. “Would you like that?”
He groaned, reached down to caress her hair, her cheek. “I would.”
Taking her time, Virtue applied her tongue to him some more, holding him firmly and pumping slightly with her hand. Teasing and tormenting him just as he so often did to her. Listening for cues; the sharp inhalation of his breath, the twitch of his hips, the hardening and lengthening of his beautiful cock.
When she had him restless beneath her, she took him into her mouth, just the head at first, and then more. He was smooth and hot and firm, and long. She inhaled and brought him to the back of her throat.
“Ah, God.”
His moan from the head of the bed was a spur. She worked at her task, taking him deep and then withdrawing, then deep again. She was one with his body, hand on his hip, the other on his cock, pleasuring him until his hips were moving in quick, mindless thrusts beneath her and her own sex was wet and aching.
His fingers caught in her hair, slowing her motions. “Wait. Stop. I want to lick you.”
His cock slipped from her lips, and the world slowly returned in the form of flickering shadows in the soft glow of candlelight, bouncing off the ormolu accents in the room. His big body was flushed and hard, his need evident in the harsh angles of his face. She had done this to him, she thought proudly, reduced him to this. But she wanted him to lose control fully. Wanted him as wild as she was when he brought her to spend.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she told him, surprising even herself with her raw candor.
But it was true. The mere thought of this powerful man losing himself in her mouth filled her with almost unbearable desire.
“Yes,” he said, extending his hand to her. “I want that, too. There’s a way for us both to receive pleasure. To spend together. Come, let me show you.”
She took his hand and allowed him to guide her into a new position. A strange position at first, but when he turned her around so that she faced his feet and guided her hips toward his face, she understood the freedom it would allow them both.
