His tongue found her quim and slowly dragged along its slit. She inhaled a sharp gasp and wasn’t able to finish her sentence. He breathed deeply of lemon and rose and woman and coitus. A long, languorous moan poured from her, and her knees parted wider. She’dgiven over completely to him.
One hand found his shoulder and gripped it tight. He imagined her other arm thrown above her head arced back in abandon as his tongue found the sensitive nub of her sex and two fingers entered her silken center.Wet…so wet.His cock couldn’t get any harder as his fingers slid in and out of her, and his tongue flicked against her.
“I want to see you,” she said.
The hand not gripping his shoulder grabbed her skirts, pulling and bunching them up. His head emerged, and up the length of her body his gaze met hers, lust-glazed and hungry for more of the pleasure he was delivering to her.
Archie found himself in the grip of an unexpected feeling. He wasn’t simply a tool to be used for her pleasure. She wanted that, of course, but she sought more. She sought connection.
With him.
Of a sort different from the union of their two bodies. This connection probed deeper, to a place he only explored with his music, never with another person. But with Valentina…
It felt right.
This was intimacy.
His gaze fixed onto hers, and he concentrated the tip of his tongue upon that explosive little nub where all sensation sparked. “Oh, yes,” escaped from her parted mouth, and her eyes glazed over as she drew into the interior place where climax hovered just out of reach, taunting her, teasing her, with its promise of pleasure.
And it was down to him to deliver that pleasure.
His fingers pressed deeper inside her wet warmth as his tongue concentrated against her sensitive nub. She moaned. She sighed. She cried out in little gasps of want and frustration and utter need. She angled her hips and squirmed against him, demanding more. She knew what she wanted, but he knew how to give it to her.
Of a sudden, her back arched and her eyes squeezedshut and she tensed beneath him. One…two…three more flicks of his tongue, and she broke, her climax pulsing against him, around his fingers.
He wanted to be inside her, feel her sweet warmth tight around him. But this had been for her. Slowly, he pulled away and sat back on his haunches as he tugged her skirts so they fell primly to her ankles. But not before bussing each of her creamy thighs with a parting kiss.
He resumed his seat on the opposite bench. It could almost be believed that nothing had just occurred. Except the flush rising from her décolletage and pinking her cheeks would fool no one. The woman looked ravished and sated.
Ravished?
Not quite, his cock protested.
She canted her head in question. “Why are you all the way over there?”
“That was for you,” he said.
She bit her bottom lip, and her gaze fell to his lap, where his cock was making quite a spectacle of itself beneath buff superfine. “Oh, you have more to offer me than that, Lord Archer.”
She shifted forward and slinked—there was no other word for the way she moved—across the footwell separating them, all the while bunching up her skirts with one hand and placing the other onto his shoulder. One knee, then the other, moved onto the bench to either side of him, so she straddled his thighs and came to hover above him, her dark, luminous gaze holding his.
How beautiful and sensuous she was.
His, returned that voice that demanded to claim and possess.
He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth toward his. “Hoyden,” he muttered against her lips just before his tongue probed and claimed her.
Nimble fingers reached between them, and she had the fall of his trousers open with a few flicks. He chuckled. “Quick learner.”
As feminine fingertips feathered up and down his length, sensationflew through him. Her hand, warm and firm, wrapped around him and stroked. A groan poured from the depths of his chest—of his very soul. “Turnabout is only fair play,” she muttered. He felt her smile against his mouth. “But I need you inside me.”
His hands clutched her hips, lifting her, his cock poised below the entrance of her sex. Bliss awaited them, but it was hers to decide and take. Sweat pinpricked his skin, as anticipation built inside him.
Inch by slow, careful inch, she lowered onto him, her quim stretching around him, taking him inside. Oh, the slick, tight feel of her. When she’d taken all she could handle for the moment, she paused, her eyes closed, her mouth parted, her breath quick and shallow.
His mouth found her neck, and his hands her bodice, pushing it low, giving her breasts leave to spill over in all their voluptuous glory. He cupped one in each hand and still they didn’t fit. “Valentina,” he groaned as he shifted forward to taste them, taking one delicious nipple, then the other, into his mouth.
She steadied herself on his shoulders and began moving up and down on him, slowly, deliberately, drawing her pleasure from his cock inch by inch. The feel of being inside her…sublime…right. Never had it felt like this.
