She leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his jaw that undid him, before her lips grazed over his ear as she spoke. “I want you in my mouth.”
He groaned, those words his complete ruination. Being a gentleman and bringing her to spend first no longer mattered as Torrie was gripped with a violent need. He wrapped his hand in her wet mahogany waves and cupped her nape, pulling her to him for a voracious kiss. Their tongues tangled, their frenzy bringing their teeth together. But it didn’t matter. There was no finesse in this kiss: only the affirmation of their mutual desire.
When it was over, their breaths were equally ragged.
“My lady always gets what she wants,” he told her.
And then, he rose from the tub, water dripping down his naked body, hard and readier than he had ever been. She stood as well, and there was no more beautiful sight than Bess rising from the tub, glistening and pink, all womanly curves and bright-eyed desire. Her confidence pleased him; in just a few weeks, she had come a long way from the shy, uncertain governess who had been embarrassed by her own body and needs.
Together, they stepped out of the tub, and he took a moment to towel her off thoroughly so that she wouldn’t take a chill despite the merrily crackling fire in the grate. He did the same for himself, so quickly that he was still damp by the time he discarded it.
But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her.
“You’re sure?” he rasped, trying not to allow his eagerness to supersede all else. “You needn’t, love. I’m already desperate to take you.”
“I’m sure. I want to.” Her tongue flicked over her lips, nearly drawing another groan from him. “Tell me what to do.”
Ah, hell. She was tearing him apart in the best way possible.
“Get on your knees, Bess.”
She did instantly, dropping before him on the towel-shrouded Aubusson, her hair a dark curtain falling down her back. And it required all the restraint he possessed to keep himself under control. Because the sight of his beautiful wife on her knees for him was almost enough to unman Torrie right then and there. His cock jutted between them, thick and hard.
She took him in hand, and he groaned as she slicked her fist up and down his damp length before slanting him a sultry look. “What do I do now?”
His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her, sifting the heavy, cool strands. “Whatever you want. You’re in control, love.”
Slowly, hesitantly, she kissed the tip of him, then dragged her lips along his shaft. “Like this?”
Before he could answer, her tongue darted out, licking his length, then finding the head where his seed had already beaded. She licked it up, and he fought against a crushing tide of need to slide his cock down her throat.
“More, please,” he managed tightly, begging, and he didn’t give a damn. “Take me in your mouth.”
Obligingly, she brought him to her lips, opening and taking him inside. Hot wetness bathed his cock head, and if he hadn’t known better, he would swear he was going to die. His heart was pounding, his body was coiled as tightly as a watch spring, and he was holding his breath. She didn’t take him far, but her tongue whorled against him, making his hips desperate to pump. He wrapped her hair around his hand again as he had in the tub, watching as his cock slid deeper into her mouth.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
Exquisite torment.
He slid free and she rocked back on her heels, staring up at him with such undisguised desire that his knees threatened to give out.
“Do you like it?” she asked, her lips glistening.
“I like it too much,” he ground out.
“Tell me what to do,” she said. “I want to make you feel the same way I do when you pleasure me.”
He swallowed hard. “Take me in your mouth again and suck.”
She didn’t hesitate. Still holding the base of his cock firmly, she brought the tip of him to her mouth, opening. And damn, the sight of her crushed-berry lips wrapped around his cock…
He held his breath and counted inwardly to ten to maintain control.
She sucked, and he feared his head might fly off. Pleasure licked up his spine. His ballocks tightened. His fingers grasped at her hair.
“Touch yourself, Bess,” he managed to order. “Touch yourself as you take my cock.”
