Prying his rampant flesh gently away from his stomach, she put her mouth on him. His breaths grew shallow as she licked him the way she did last time, only with more surety and feminine resolve. It was, undoubtedly, the most arousing, torturous fellatio he’d ever received. He watched avidly as the tip of her pink tongue followed the bulging vein on the underside of his cock, all the way to his balls. When she mouthed his aching stones, a hot sizzle shot up his pole.
She kissed her way up his length, licking up the dribbled pre-seed.
“Mmm,” she said with a flirty smile.
Christ.Her sensual teasing drove him wild. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands wove into her silky hair, positioning her mouth over his burgeoned crown.
“Take me into your mouth,” he said huskily. “As deep as you can, love.”
Understanding lit her eyes. He would have laughed at her endearing innocence if she hadn’t plunged down, surrounding his cockhead in a hot, wet kiss. A tattered breath left him as she followed his instruction to the letter, impaling her mouth on his prick. He guided her head, and she got the rhythm quickly, bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each pass.
“God, yes, just like that,” he rasped. “You suck my cock so well, Maggie mine.”
Her reply was muffled against said cock. Her hands had found an intuitive rhythm, one frigging him as she sucked, the other cupping and squeezing his balls. He had to stop her soon, or he would shoot himself into her mouth. When she dove too deeply, she gagged a little, and he groaned as her throat clamped his sensitive tip.
Lungs straining, he dragged her off his cock…just in time. He erupted in searing blasts. He shuddered as his release rumbled through him, shaking the foundation of his being, of everything he’d thought he knew about pleasure.
Catching his breath, he saw Maggie watching him with languid eyes. He’d managed not to come in her mouth, but her cheeks and tits hadn’t escaped the deluge. He couldn’t help the primal rush he felt at seeing her marked with his seed.
He swiped his thumb down her cheekbone, wiping away the droplet. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re notthatsorry.” Her eyes had a teasing glint.
By Jove, he adored this blossoming sensual side of her. She was made for him. In his gut, he knew he’d never find a woman who suited him half as well.
“All right, I’m not. You look ravishing wearing my pleasure.” He hooked his finger into the neckline of her negligee. “And you looked ravishing in this as well.”
“Looked?” Her brow furrowed.
In a smooth motion, he tore the white satin down the middle, baring her succulent curves.
“Rhys,” she rebuked in horrified tones, “that must have been expensive—”
“I’ll buy you another.”
He caught her by the hips, hauling his scolding minx upward until her cunny was positioned over his mouth. He growled with appreciation at the sight of her plump pinkness. He pulled her down onto his face and proceeded to eat her pussy until she gasped his name. Until she was grasping onto the headboard and riding his tongue. Until her honey gushed upon his lips and he was wearing her pleasure as well.
Only then did he flip her onto her back, don a sheath, and drive into her still spasming passage. Groaning, he slammed into her, deeper and deeper, wanting to get to the heart of her. When she cried out her completion once again, he lost himself in her generous heat. And for that one incendiary moment, there was no yesterday or tomorrow, only the now that fused them.
26
“Stop fidgeting, Maggie mine,”Rhys murmured.
“I’m not fidgeting.”
All right, shewasfidgeting. Who could blame her after the morning she had? It had been unexpected, to say the least.
The day had begun pleasantly enough. Just past dawn, she’d awoken in Rhys’s bed—or, more accurately, had been awakened by Rhys in his bed. She’d been tucked up against him like a spoon, his lips skimming the curve of her neck, his hands playing with her breasts.
She’d twisted her head and looked into his sensual, slumberous eyes. “Again?”
Not that she’d been averse to the idea. Far from. But by her last count, he’d spent three times throughout the night and she a great many times more. The man had limits…didn’t he?
In answer, he’d smiled, wedging his thick erection against the cleft of her bottom.
The man’s stamina was truly remarkable.
After a frisky bout in bed, they’d discussed the plans for the day. Rhys would breakfast with her, Hypatia, and Glory before leaving to call upon Tessa Kent. Mr. Newton would arrive with their new guards and keep them company until Rhys’s return.
