She realized that he thought she was afraid when that was the furthest thing from the truth. She debated trying to explain what she was truly feeling, then decided it was easier to show him. Shaking with anticipation, she fumbled with his fasteners.
His large hands covered hers. “Pippa, are you sure?”
Seeing his concern, the arousal he kept in check for her, she’d never wanted him more.
“I want you, Cull,” she said steadily. “And I want this.”
She palmed his manhood, squeezing gently, and his eyes grew smoky and heavy-lidded.
“Then take what you want,” he rasped.
He helped her to shove down his trousers, yanking them off with enough haste to make her giggle. Then she was between his naked, muscular thighs, and even though she’d touched him in the darkness of the carriage, her eyes widened at her first unhindered view of his member. The thick column of rosy-brown flesh lay rigid against his muscled stomach, the head stretching toward his navel. Prominent veins girded the shaft, his bollocks hanging heavily in a nest of brown hair.
Heavens, now shereallywanted to paint him.Portrait of a Lady’s Dream,she would call it. And she would covetously guard it from all eyes but her own.
Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around Cull’s manhood. Shivered when her fingers barely encircled the pulsing girth. His breath hissed as she carefully pried the shaft from his stomach and ran her fist gently along the length, then harder, the way he’d taught her to do it. Dragging the velvety skin over the core of steel, up and down. Down and up.
“How is that?” she whispered.
“Bloody paradise.” His gaze scorched her insides. “You frig my cock so well.”
As if to punctuate his praise, a drop of seed beaded on the fat tip. Pippa stared at it, remembering how good Cull’s mouth had felt. Wondering if she could give him the same bliss. She’d never done it before, never wanted to…but now, with Cull, she did.
With him, she wanted to feel and experience everything.
She leaned over his flared dome, the milky bead quivering with her breath. “What about my lips? Would they feel like heaven as well?”
The feral sound that scraped from his throat was answer enough.
With churning excitement, she kissed the tip of his cock.
Christ Almighty, she was going to kill him.
In his nine-and-twenty years, Cull had never felt anything as arousing as Pippa’s mouth. He could tell it was her first time performing fellatio; she didn’t exactly know what she was doing. Her brazen enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of experience, however. When she swirled her tongue around his head, bliss sizzled through his veins. He spurted another drop of seed.
Plenty more where that came from.
“Am I doing this right?” Her words teased his moist dome. “Is there more I should do?”
Since she asked… “You could take me deeper, if you want.”
“Deeper?” A furrow appeared between her brows. “How much deeper?”
“As deep as you want me inside you,” he said huskily.
“Oh.” She seemed to ponder his suggestion before making thesweetestrequest. “Show me?”
Weaving his fingers into her silky hair, he guided her head to his cock, groaning as he breached her softness. “Suck on me like I’m a sweet.”
She closed her lips around him, the gentle suction tugging all the way to his balls.
Releasing him with apopthat made him shudder with lust, she said breathlessly, “Like that?”
“God, yes,” he panted. “Relax your jaw and see if you can take more of me.”
When she did exactly that, he arched his neck. It was too fine. The feel of her hot little mouth, the sight of those delicate lips stretching around his veined meat. He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his fingers against her scalp, urging her to take even more. She bobbed her head, going deeper and deeper, driving him out of his mind. She couldn’t fit his entire length, but God’s teeth, it was enough. When she hummed with satisfaction, the vibration nearly triggered his release.
“Pippa, you have to stop,” he bit out. “I can’t hold back—”
