He slid his hand along her thigh to her sex, his fingers teasing her sensitive folds. In the coach, she’d been shocked—in the best possible way—when he’d unbuttoned her fall and touched her. The feel of his glove against her had been delightfully erotic, but now she glad for his bare flesh as he teased her clitoris.
“Ellis, you are so wet,” he rasped. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
She rocked against him, seeking more of his touch. “I don’t want you to. I need you inside me.”
He drove his finger into her sex, and she moaned as her head fell forward. He pumped into her, and she met his thrusts as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Pleasure built and pushed her toward the edge.
But then he was gone, and she was lifted from his lap. In a fluid series of movements, he picked her up and pressed her back on the bed, climbing up beside her. Then he was between her legs, pushing her thighs open.
His mouth crashed down on her sex, licking and devouring her with greedy abandon. Whilst Ellis was aware of this act, she’d never participated in it. She was not at all prepared for the overwhelming rush of sensation and flash of pure ecstasy. Mindless, she clutched at his head as she bent her legs. He was relentless in his assault with his lips and tongue. Her muscles clenched as she barreled toward release.
He slid his fingers into her as he sucked her clitoris, and Ellis couldn’t hold on any longer. She flew apart with a loud cry as her orgasm shuddered through her.
“Roman,” he growled as he moved up her body. “Call me Roman.” He claimed her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue.
She must have called his name—Keele—as she’d come. At least, she thought she had. She honestly could not recall.
“Do you need a moment?” he asked, his voice tight with desire.
“For what?” She drew on his lip with her teeth as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Lifting her hips, she pressed her sex against his rigid cock, and lights danced behind her eyes as he rubbed against her clitoris.
“You’ve answered my question, I think. I wondered if you needed time to recover before I drive inside you. I did promise you I would do that, didn’t I?”
“I don’t know if you promised, but I’ve certainly been hoping you would. I can’t stand to be without you another second.” She reached between them and stroked the length of his cock, eliciting a deep groan from his lips before he kissed her again.
Ellis worked his shaft, and his hips began to move, then she guided him to her sex. His hand joined hers, and together, they steered him home.
He filled her slowly and completely, claiming every part of her. Ellis closed her eyes and basked in the heady sensations rippling through her. She’d never ridden so high or wanted so much.
She tightened her legs around him, her heels pushing against his backside as he pulled back and then drove forward. Again and again, he thrust into her, sending waves of sensations through her that were going to ruin her completely.
They moved together, faster and deeper, their bodies slick and their desperate sounds of desire filling the air around them. Ellis has never experienced such harmony, such primal beauty, or such delicious pleasure.
Slipping his hand between them, he stroked her clitoris and sent her into another fever of ecstasy. She tumbled into darkness as she cried out his name, drawing him deeper as she became lost in oblivion.
Her orgasm was still moving over her when he grunted and removed himself from her sex.
“Ellis, I’m going to come.”
She somehow managed to reach for and find his cock. His hand was already there, but she brushed it aside and took control, stroking him as he climaxed. He shouted, and she worried someone would overhear them.
When he finally slowed, she rose and pushed him down beside her. She didn’t release his shaft until he opened his eyes and fixed on her. They were both panting, but she was beginning to catch her breath. Nevertheless, he curled his hand behind her head and pulled her down for a blistering kiss.
They had to break shortly to continue to settle their racing pulses. Ellis backed away and slipped off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Keele sounded alarmed. Rather, Roman. She wasn’t sure she ought to use his name for fear she might slip up in front of someone, but she would at least think of him as Roman instead of Keele. It was far more intimate, and they were now, well, intimate.
“Just to wash my hand.” She winked at him over her shoulder.
He chuckled. “Would you mind bringing me a cloth?”
She went into the bathing chamber and recalled the night he’d come in as she left the bath. He’d seemed shocked to hear that she’d listened to him pleasure himself, then aroused upon her revelation that she’d done the same. If only they’d done so together… Perhaps another time.
Was she thinking this would happen again? She hoped so.
After washing him from her hand, she took a cloth back to the bed. “Where do you need tidying?”
He gestured to his abdomen. “Just a bit here. And I suppose my cock.”
