A keening wail escaped her at the first stroke of his tongue. He continued, savoring her musky and decadent taste, finding her clit and sucking it between his lips. She writhed beneath him, trying to press closer. Her legs trembled wildly around him, warning she fast approached her climax.
He drew away, grinning at her groan of frustration.
"You will kill me, my lord, if you continue this game."
He shook his head. "Nay. But if you wish your pleasure, you know what you must do." "You are cruel to tease me this way."
"If 'tis cruel, then 'tis your own doing. You can end your desperation very easily."
She pressed her lips together.
"Stubborn wench."
He resumed his leisurely tasting of her sex, wondering if mayhap he tortured himself with this game. His cock remained achingly hard, and he grew near as desperate as his wife. He wanted to bury himself in her hot, wet depths. His head nearly spun with need. Yet his need to hear her begging overcame his desire, and he foraged on, again swiping his tongue along her clit.
He stopped again and this time, she gave a soft sob. Soon. He would hear what he longed for soon.
After giving Gillian a few moments to calm herself, he began again. He doubted he would ever tire of toying with his wife this way. Her sex had grown so hot, he feared he might actually scorch his tongue. 'Twould be worth the pain, he mused, wondering how he had become so enamored of teasing her this way. Mayhap 'twas because heknew the glow in her eyes after she came would warm him through the difficult days ahead. He devoured her pussy like a man starved for food.
When he stopped this time, she cried out in vexation. He watched her closely, relishing the rise and fall of her breasts that came with each ragged breath. Her violet eyes clouded with lust, her lips swollen from where she'd bitten them, mayhap in her attempt to remain silent. He ran a finger along her folds, and she gasped.
"Please, my lord, take pity on me. Please."
He held back his triumphant grin. He held her stare for a few more moments, watching the desperation climb.
"Since you asked so nicely, wife." He lowered his head, finding her clit and sucking it between his lips. She gave a joyous cry as he lashed her with his tongue, still sucking. As an added torment, he drove two fingers into her, pumping her as he continued to suck on her clit.
A ferocious quiver shook her, a hoarse cry ringing out through the chamber. Her body bucked beneath him, so violently, he almost lost his hold. Wave after wave passed over her body, his name torn from her lips in a rough shout. His heart raced, his cock aching, knowing relief would soon follow. He continued to suck, driving her release on for what seemed hours.
Finally, she quieted, and he drew away. He slid up, covering her with his body. He remained motionless for a few moments, studying her. Her heavy-lidded eyes betrayed her satisfaction, the small smile curving her lips telling him he'd pleased her well.
"You see? All you had to do was ask."
"I'd strike you down if I could." Her voice, still rough with ecstasy, shivered along his spine.
"I'm sure you would. But now 'tis my turn."
To his great delight, his wife spread her legs in invitation. He smiled again, reaching down to stroke his steel-hard cock.
"Hurry! Take me now!"
He obliged her, entering with one swift stroke. Theygroaned in unison, and he remained motionless, savoring her hot muscles clamping around him. He could come without any effort at all, but he wanted to delight in this, make it last. It could be some time before he could enjoy her again, and he didn't want to rush a moment of this night.
But all too soon, the urge to move, to stroke himself along her slick flesh, overcame him. Intending to move slowly, he soon lost all restraint. Gillian's legs came around him, holding him near and she lifted her hips to meet his strokes.
"Yes, Royce, yes! Fuck me!"
His wanton wife surprised him again and he could no longer hold himself back. He increased his rhythm, pounding harder into her and knowing she felt the same exquisite pleasure as he when she chanted his name on each thrust.
His balls tightened, and though he tried, he lost the battle to hold out, erupting with a violent surge that rocked them both hard against the bed. He reached up and tugged the bonds free. She wrapped herself around him, holding on tight as he finally collapsed against her, weak with pleasure.
Chapter Sixteen
Royce woke her before dawn despite her resistance to his attempts to draw her from slumber. Her body needed more sleep, and she longed to curl under the blankets a little longer. 'Twas not to be. He drew back the covers and landed a hard swat to her bare arse. Shocked into wakefulness, she squealed and rolled away.
"Rise, wife. We depart for Shrewsbury."
"Very well. Can you send for my maid?"
