"More like four. And that includes you." He ground out the last word, probably because she'd taken her exploration to the root of his shaft. His stones fit snugly in her palms, supple yet with an intriguing heft. "Good God, woman, our play will soon end if you continue that."
But she couldn't help herself. Delight bubbled inside her. Sheadoredthe fact that he hadn't shared his bed indiscriminately. Knowing that sex wasn't a thing he took lightly made the intimacy between them even more profound. It made her want to do everything with him… even the things she feared. Because with Ambrose, her impulses were not dirty or demeaning. Desire buzzed through her with a wild, empowering vitality.
She eyed his jutting manhood. "Have you been kissed there before?"
His hard-paved chest rose and fell. He shook his head. "I know what Draven made you do. And I don't want—"
He broke off with an oath because she'd leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to his cockhead. His essence teased her senses. Salty and clean. Virile, male... delicious. Nothing to do with her experiences with Draven. The shadows receded as desire flowed over her, bright and cleansing. Here and now, basking in Ambrose's solid heat, his steady, reassuring gaze, only intimacy existed. She tasted him again, lingering this time, his harsh breaths driving her to fit her lips over the fat tip.
"Bloody fuck," he bit out.
Despite being occupied, her lips curved. Her earnest Ambrose—cursing? Hmm. What else could she make him do? She applied gentle suction, loving the way he growled her name. Loving that she was the first and only to give him this pleasure. Wrapping her fingers around his thick pole, she eased down the velvety skin, exposing the bulbous head. She rubbed her tongue against the underside, and he swore again, his hips jerking instinctively.
Gripping his shaft more firmly, she relaxed her muscles, taking him in deeper. Given his size, it wasn't the easiest task, but she was no shirker. The challenge excited her as did the thick, wicked slide of his cock filling her throat.
"God, sweetheart. It's so bloody good." His features taut with arousal, he watched her every movement. "You haveno idea..."
He broke off, groaning as she bobbed upon him. With each pass, her passion took her further, her excitement fueled by how she could undo this strong man, her steadfast lover. His wiry length vibrated, his hips lifting to get more of her kiss. All the while, his eyes never left her face, not even when he discovered her limit, nudging a barrier so deep that she swallowed instinctively. A feral sound tore from his chest.
"Enough," he gasped. "I'm not coming alone."
"I'm not stopping," she said, trying to catch her breath.
"I don't want you to stop. Just come here."
Before she knew what he was about, he sat up, his hands clamping onto her hips.
"Wait a minute, I never said you could let go. That's cheating—" She broke off, moaning, melting as he hauled her into a new position: her knees now straddled his head as she lay atop him. Her mouth hovered above his cock, her sex above his mouth. A cry left her as his tongue delved deeply. "Ambrose,dear God—"
"Yes, love," he said thickly, "give me your pussy, your sweet dew. Let me have all of you."
His guttural commands unleashed her wildness. With her hands planted on his thighs, she wriggled against his hot kiss. She let him take her with his tongue, riding wave after wave of sensation. When heat raged over her too quickly, she tried to withdraw, but he kept her in place. She gave a helpless whimper as his thick fingers stretched her opening.
"Push back against me, love. Take me deeper."
She could not help but obey his growling demand, her spine arching as she impaled herself on his touch.So much pleasure.Panting, she took him as deep as she could as he continued to eat her pussy. When his tongue circled her peak, searching out her nub, her vision blurred. The wet flicks made her fall forward with a moan… and her cheek brushed his cock, causing a shudder to run through him.
"Let's not forget about you," she said with a dazed laugh.
She took him as wholly as she could with her mouth, her hands pumping what could not fit. His groan rumbled against her flesh, and she shuddered, stimulated beyond bearing. She rocked against him with reckless abandon as she gorged on his manhood. She rode toward the summit, needing to take him there as well.
"I'm close, love," he said in guttural warning.
She resisted his efforts to dislodge her.
"Come with me," she gasped, coming up for air. "I want to taste you, too."
His entire frame shook at her words. His touch roughened, the pace driving and relentless, and she returned his caresses measure for measure. She sucked and fisted him as his fingers rammed into her, his tongue stoking her wildness. When his teeth grazed her pearl, she screamed, the fever breaking, splintering her apart.
He shouted out at the same time, and she tasted his bliss, drank it in as the perfect accompaniment to her own. His pleasure warmed her inside out, melting her bones. For endless moments, she lay limp against his thighs, cocooned by the music of their labored breaths and the musky fragrance of their loving.
Somehow he found the energy to move. He gathered her to his chest, pressed a kiss against her forehead. His voice rumbled beneath her ear.
"A night with you, Marianne… it's more than I expected of a lifetime."
Her heart too full to speak, she snuggled closer.
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