Gregor laved a rosy nipple. Blew on the tip. Made her flesh pucker and tighten into a hard bud. He sucked it into his mouth, swirled his tongue around the taut tip, and savored the moans escaping her throat. Needing more, needing all of her, he tended to her other breast with the same thorough devotion.
She grabbed fistfuls of his hair. “Please, Gregor,” she said, urging him onward.
“Everything for you.” He used his teeth, a gentle bite. She panted and bucked against him. “Easy.” He didn’t know if he murmured the word for her benefit or his. His arousal had hardened to near pain. Pleasure-pain. He was breathing hard. He needed to slow down or he would spend his seed too soon.
He untangled her hands from his hair and yanked his head from her grasp, ignoring the sting to his scalp. He resumed worshiping her pert breasts.
She panted and gripped the bed covering. “Gregor, you’re driving me insane.”
A smile teased his lips, and he released the nipple from his mouth. “We have only just begun.”
He splayed his hands on the curve of her hips, holding her in place, using his lips to leisurely wander over her flat belly, cherishing her with soft kisses. When he reached the curls of her mons, he inhaled sharply, taking in her scent. He drew the womanly fragrance deep into his nostrils, and his erection kicked.
His pleasure must wait. He would see Emily satisfied first.
She rose onto her elbows, her hair disheveled, her brown eyes glazed with passion. “I want you inside me. Now.”
“Soon, sweetling.” Holding her gaze, he stuck a finger into his mouth, wet it, and ever so slowly withdrew it, popping it out. Her eyes flared.
He bowed his head and teased the folds at the entrance to her sex with the moisture on his finger. Emily dropped back to the mattress, allowing him to delve deeper. When he stroked the nub within, she undulated and cried out. She would scream his name in ecstasy before they were through.
He replaced his finger with his tongue and worked her without mercy, her taut body open to him. She came into his mouth with a roar, and he swallowed her flavor, relishing the lingering taste on his lips.
“Holy crap, Gregor.” She went limp. “Youareamazing.”
“We are not done.” He could wait no longer. He stalked up her length and cradled his cock between her thighs. With aswift thrust, his stiff erection was sheathed to the hilt within her heat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked. Their gazes met and held. Sensation tingled along his length. He withdrew from her warmth and thrust again. They fell into a rhythm. Emily giving, him taking. He giving, she taking. The pressure built, the pleasure burned, and united as one they exploded in a burst of vibrant color. She screamed his name. He yelled hers.
As the euphoria ebbed, Gregor held Emily snug within loving arms. They fit perfectly together. He felt the cadence of her heart as if it belonged to him. Two hearts thundering as one. He would never let her go.
Emily luxuriated within a haze of pleasure. Warm air wafted through the open window, teasing her bare skin. At some point during the night, Gregor had risen to check on the horses and opened the shutter before returning to bed and making love to her for the third or fourth time. Who was counting? She raised her arms over her head in a languid stretch.
Gregor’s ragged intake of breath made her smile.
“You steal my breath, lass.”
She rolled onto her side and ran a finger along the length of his thigh. His cock jerked. She smiled and moistened her lips.
“If you gaze at me like that for much longer, the sun will be high in the sky before we break our fast.”
“And just how am I gazing at you?”
“Like you want to eat me alive.”
“So I do.” She grasped the length of his erection and caressed him from tip to hilt. Emily liked the feel of him—akin to stroking a soft chamois cloth over a hard steel rod.
His head dropped to the pillow on a heavy exhale. “Grrrrrh!”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. It was so much fun to play with him.
In a swift move, she replaced her hand with her mouth.She sucked his cock, using her tongue to circle the tip, especially the spot she somehow knew to be especially sensitive. His groin rose off the bed, and he fisted the sheeting at his sides. He said something, the words nothing more than gibberish.
She continued to work him. Licking. Sucking. Drawing him deep. The muscles in his neck went taut. His face reddened and sweat bloomed across his forehead. She didn’t let up until his cum surged into her mouth. She swallowed. Sucked him dry. Then ran her tongue over her lips, loving his taste.
“Come here. Let me hold you.” Several minutes passed before he managed to utter those coherent words.
Emily slid into the crook of his arm, pillowed her head on his pec. And so they stayed in comfortable silence until her stomach growled.
Gregor chuckled. “We must feed you.”
