Her eyes widened and then fluttered closed as she rolled her hips again.Then she rose on her knees and, with one hand, notched his cock at her entrance.It took every ounce of his infamous control not to thrust up into her wet heat.Then, heaven.She sheathed him in one slow motion.Both of them cried out at the pleasure of being joined fully.His fingers gripped the carved wood of the chaise as he let her set the pace.
“Rhys, look at me.”
He had his eyes closed?He obeyed her command, and her mahogany stare ensnared him.
“Touch me,” she demanded.She placed one hand next to his head and began to roll her hips in earnest.
He gripped her hips and thrust up on the downward slide of her hips.Burying his face in the valley between her breasts, he placed open-mouthed kisses across the supple, creamy skin, feeling her heartbeat race underneath his lips.He surrendered to the pace she set as she worked herself over his cock.Delirious with the heat of her sex, the tangy taste of her skin, and the sweet smell of her silky hair that flowed around them, he felt his orgasm race down his spine and tighten his balls painfully.Then, with a cry, Violet arched her back, and her pussy convulsed around his cock.He sat up and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out as they panted against each other’s lips, and his cock pulsed and pulsed inside her.
He gentled the kiss as their bodies cooled.Sipping at lips swollen from their lovemaking, he stroked her face and down her back, amazed that this precious woman would share herself with him.“Thank you,” he whispered.
Violet cupped his cheeks, her thumb tracing his scar tenderly.“Thank you.I didn’t know that sex could be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like making love.I thought the term was a myth.”
“I did too.”He caressed her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear.“My past experiences have been…very transactional.”
She frowned at that, so he nuzzled her neck, licking the spot that made her sigh.“That was adolescent exploration.”He smiled against her skin, salty with sweat.“You, my darling, are exquisite.I never want to be anywhere else but buried to the hilt in your sweet pussy.”
She wiggled her hips, and he groaned.He gently pulled her hips up and off his softening cock.Tucking her next to him, he traced patterns across her breasts and belly with his fingertips.She sighed and snuggled against him, her bottom rubbing against him, his cock twitching in a valiant effort to rally.He would never tire of having her close.She was his now.He claimed her, even if she didn’t know it yet.He had time.Time to worship her body and seduce her heart, to convince her to keep him, if only for the lovemaking.
Violet turned her head to look at him.“I have wondered…why do you have such a large house for just yourself?”
“The truth?”
She nodded.
“Growing up, I knew where my father lived, and even though I always said I didn’t care that he never acknowledged my mother and me after their affair ended, the truth was, I was bitter, especially after my mother died.When I began to make real money, I purchased this house, in this lofty neighborhood on the right side of town, as a gift to myself.And, well, none of my enemies would look for me over here in Mayfair.”
“I like this house.The moldings are superb.”She gestured with one hand.“If you painted the ceiling a lovely light blue, it would accentuate the beauty of the carvings.”
Rhys enjoyed listening to her ideas for how he should decorate his house.Across the room, the fire crackled softly and the dog snored.For the first time that he could remember, he felt at peace.The soft emotion spread through his chest, foreign but not unwelcome.Maybe he didn’t deserve happiness, but perhaps it was possible with this woman in his arms.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Violet woke cocoonedin Rhys’s embrace.Morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, as the curtains had been left open.At some point last night, they had gathered up their clothes and raced upstairs stark naked like naughty children, only to fall onto Rhys’s big bed and make love again.She snuggled back, her bottom rubbing against his hard cock.She smiled at the rumble that emanated from his chest.
His hips rolled against her, and a hand slid from her arm down her body, slowly trailing his fingers till he found that lovely spot between her folds that ached for his touch.“Good morning.”His lips kissed behind her ear.
“Good morning.”She gasped as his fingers delved inside her in a slow slide.Lord, he seemed to understand exactly where to touch to drive her wild.She lifted her knee to give him better access, and he worked two fingers in and out of her sex while his tongue licked a wet trail down her neck.
“I love waking up with your luscious body soft and warm next to mine.So wet for me already?Do you need this sweet pussy filled?Or will you come all over my fingers?”
Those fingers thrust more aggressively, and she couldn’t hold back a mewl of pleasure.But she definitely needed more.She turned her head to kiss him.“I want you inside me,” she demanded against his lips.
“As you wish.”His fingers disappeared, and he supported her leg with one hand as the head of his cock nudged at her entrance.Then, in a slow slide that had both of them moaning, he filled her.He took his time driving into her over and over.His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, sliding up her throat to cup her cheek, keeping her lips on his as he plundered her mouth, his tongue licking into her mouth in the same rhythmic stroke of his cock.This was heaven, being wrapped in his embrace, his lips on hers, their breaths mingling in soft sighs and moans as he made love to her.The delicious tension in her core pulsed and grew with every slide of his cock.She gripped his buttocks with one hand and arched, pressing herself against him, allowing him to stroke deeper.“God, yes.”She cried out his name as her orgasm rolled through her.
Rhys grunted, his thrusts became jerky as he pumped faster, harder.Then he froze deep inside her with a low shout as he followed her over the edge.She smiled as he pumped languidly a few more times before pulling out.He liked to stay inside her for as long as possible; not that she was complaining.She turned to face him and sought his lips for a slow, sweet kiss.“You, sir, are too good at this; you make me want to keep you in bed indefinitely.”
“That’s the idea, sugar.”His eyes were clear as a summer sky this morning.No clouds lurking, just humor and simmering heat.
“Why do you call me sugar?”
He slid a finger down the slope of her nose.“Because of the copious amount of sugar you doctor your tea with.”
She huffed.“It’s not that much.Is it?”
