She was ruining him. Destroying him. He didn’t deserve her. He couldn’t get enough of her. And if he allowed her to remain as she was, those pretty pink lips stretched around his cock for another moment, he was going to spend down her throat.
He wanted that, but not if this was to be their only night.
If he never knew the glory of making love to her again, he wanted to be inside her, buried ballocks deep. Wanted to feel her tight heat welcoming him, her body thrusting to meet his.
“Enough,” he managed to say, gently disengaging from her sinful, wonderful mouth.
She released him with a lusty, wet pop that somehow made him even harder. His prick bobbed, glistening with a mixture of her saliva and his leaking mettle, and the hunger in her face as she looked up at him, on her knees with the glow of the fire framing her and her lips swollen from taking his cock between them, was the single most erotic sight he had ever beheld.
“Did you…did I please you?” she asked hesitantly.
“You please me,” he said, his throat thick, his voice strained. “You please me far too much. I want to be inside you.”
She swallowed, her eyes darkening, and nodded. “Yes. I want that, too.”
He had wanted to make love to her slowly, sweetly. But after she had taken him in her mouth and brought him to the brink of release, he wasn’t certain how long he would last. Moving swiftly, he hooked his hands in her elbows and helped her to her feet. He kissed her again as he led her to the bed, tasting himself on her tongue, mingling with wine and Pamela and forbidden desire.
Every step, each eager stroke of her tongue against his, chiseled away at his control. They made it to the edge of the bed, and there was no restraint remaining. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, breathing hard.
“Turn.”
She did as he asked without hesitation, spinning away from him and facing the bed. His heart thundering in his chest and his cock aching for release, Theo took her hands in his and braced them on the pretty coverlet which had been drawn back, likely by a lady’s maid. Then, he drew her night rail up to her waist, revealing the firm, pale globes of her backside. The urge to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into that sweet, tempting flesh was strong. But not as strong as the fiery need pumping through his veins.
He nudged her legs into a wider stance with one foot, making enough space for himself between them. Holding the hem of her nightgown in one hand, he palmed her rump with the other, squeezing lightly as he pressed his mouth to her ear.
“Are you wet?”
She nodded, face turning toward his, looking as if she were drunk on him, on pleasure. “Yes.”
Theo dragged his fingers over her seam, parting her folds. She was soaked, and the knowledge that she was in such a state from sucking his cock made him groan. He teased her opening and then moved to her clitoris, strumming over the swollen bud lightly at first, and then with increased pressure as her hips moved.
“You’re dripping, Marchioness,” he said in her ear, before tonguing the whorl.
He wanted to lick and kiss and touch her everywhere. Wanted to fill her and fuck her and never let her go. Wanted to bury himself inside her and make her his not just for one night but for forever.
“Mmm,” she said in wordless assent.
He teased his way back to her entrance, his fingers dipping into her in a shallow thrust that had her hips pumping backward, grinding her buttocks against his rigid cock. He was on fire for her, but he also wanted to prolong the moment, to bring them both as close to the edge as possible before they went over. In and out he stroked, loving the way her inner muscles gripped him, clinging, the wetness of her dew dripping down his hand, to his wrist where the sleeve of his shirt absorbed it.
He kissed her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin, and then licked the hollow behind her ear. The erotic sounds of his fingers moving inside her filled the air, along with her sweet, musky scent. Her breaths were coming in pants, her head tipped back as if she could no longer bear to hold it up, falling against his shoulder.
How delicious it was, the most potent aphrodisiac, to know she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.
Theo nipped her ear.
“Did sucking my cock make you this wet?” he asked wickedly, some deep, dark part of him reveling in the power he had to make her weak.
To melt her ice and turn it into fire.
“Yes,” she murmured, breathy and desperate.
His in every way.
Deus. He had to be inside her now.
He withdrew his fingers and gripped his cock, coating himself in her wetness before he guided himself to her delicious, wet heat. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“I do.”
