He settled next to her on the bed; bending his head, he licked her through her nightgown. Surprise gave way to pleasure as his mouth enveloped her in heat. His tongue teased her ripe bud through the damp silk, swirling and flicking. His long fingers strummed the aching tip of her other breast. The sensations shot to her core. She squeezed her thighs together, whimpering.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured.
He had no idea. Or perhaps he did, for he redoubled his efforts until pleasure and need became one, and she couldn’t tell which was which. Only that she neededmore.
“Hawk,” she panted. “Please. I need…I need…”
“Do you want to come for me, my sweet?”
Gone was the aloof intellectual; Hawk was once again her thief, his gaze molten silver and hot with lust.
“Would you like to spend while I lick your delectable breasts?”
His wickedness brought her to a crazed edge. She didn’t know what was happening. Only the certainty of her answer.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Triumph blazed on his face. Then his mouth was on her again, the sucking pressure seeming to pull at her core, drawing a gush of wetness between her thighs. Suddenly, he pinched her other nipple, the pleasure-pain catapulting her over the edge. Spasms shook her, and she flew into ecstasy with a startled cry.
I made my wife come whilst she was still clothed. Without even touching her pussy.
Astonished lust pounded in Hawk’s veins. He knew, without a doubt, that this marriage was the best decision he’d made in a long time. Maybe ever.
“Oh, Hawk.” Sighing, Fiona stretched like a languid kitten. “That was lovely.”
The dazed pleasure in her eyes burgeoned his chest. And his cock. Then again, he’d been rock-hard since he’d made her come by sucking her tits. He’d never been with a woman as responsive as his new bride. Never felt as intense a physical connection.
“You’re lovely,” he said hoarsely. “I would like to see more of you, if I may.”
At her dreamy nod, he hid a smile. Apparently, a climax made his wife agreeable; it was something to bear in mind for the future. Kneeling beside her on the bed, he pulled the lacy straps of her negligee down her shoulders. He felt like he was unwrapping a present.
Her skin was petal-soft beneath his fingertips, her scent of peaches heady. He drew the silk over her bosom, the material snagging on her taut nipples before sliding down to reveal utter perfection. The full, creamy mounds of her breasts were topped with buds the color of ripe strawberries. His mouth watered for another taste, this time without the barrier of fabric. Although a blush suffused her cheeks, she made no move to cover herself. Instead, she studied him as he looked his fill, her brazen curiosity fanning his lust.
He dragged the nightgown past her delicate rib cage and narrow waist, over the lush curve of her hips. When he removed it completely, his heart punched his ribs. He felt the way he did whilst working on an engrossing project: the world fell away, and he was utterly absorbed by what was before him.
“By Jove.” He was awestruck. “You could not be more captivating.”
She fluttered her lashes. “Am I as captivating as, say, the Rosetta Stone?”
He didn’t know what aroused him more: her body or her wit.
“If you were found side by side with the Rosetta Stone and the excavators could only take one item,” he said gravely, “hieroglyphics would remain unsolved to this day.”
Her appreciative giggle warmed his chest and swelled his balls. When he placed a hand on her delicate ankle, she quieted, her eyes growing wide. Reverently, he caressed her satiny leg up to her pretty knees, which were pressed tightly together.
“Part your legs for me, sweeting,” he murmured.
Letting out a soft breath, she obeyed.
He positioned himself between her slender limbs, touching her sleek inner thigh, feeling her quiver as he regarded the flame-red nest that guarded her feminine secrets. He ran a finger along her slit, and his blood rushed.
“Devil and damn, you’re wet,” he said in hoarse wonder.
She was dripping, her dew coating his finger.
She bit her lip, looking worried. “Is that, um, normal?”
“It is bloody marvelous.” He parted her with his thumbs, his cock jerking at the piquant combination of her red curls and dewy pink flesh. Imagining being buried in her lushness, he shuddered with desire. “The wetter you are, the easier it will be for me to get inside you. Here, in your sweet pussy.”
