She whispered it like a vow, and it was all he needed to hear. Gripping her loose tresses in his fist, he exposed her neck, burying his nose against her fragrant skin. He nipped his way down a delicate tendon as she squirmed. She was dressed in male attire for her little flit tonight, and his lingering buzz of fear turned into dark, pounding lust as he gained easy access. At least her outfit was good for something.
He stripped off her jacket and waistcoat, then ripped open her shirt, buttons skittering across the floor. She trembled as he covered her breasts with his palms. He adored her delicate shape, the contrast between her subtle curves and impudent nipples. He thumbed her stiff peaks, tweaking one between finger and thumb, and relished her gasp against his lips.
“I can’t wait to taste you again,” he murmured. “To feel these pretty buds against my tongue.”
She panted his name as he dragged his mouth along her collarbones. He licked between her breasts and inhaled her natural orchid scent. When he captured a saucy nipple in his mouth, she clutched his head. He swirled his tongue then suckled, and her hips bucked with wanton need.
As he lavished the same attention on her other sweet tit, he unfastened her trousers, sliding his hand between her legs. She gasped as he fingered her warm, wet slit.
“Shh, sweeting,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
Eyes wide, she shook her head.
He brought his mouth to her ear. “You shall have to be very quiet while I pet your little pussy and make it feel good. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, trembling.
His blood thrummed as he delved deeper into her quim. Her virginal dew coated his fingertips as he stroked her plump seam. He found her pearl, circling it with his thumb, and she shook like a leaf. She was so sweet and responsive, already close to coming, and he wanted to watch her face as she climaxed in his arms. He frigged her harder, his erection straining at the slick sounds.
“Do you like me touching your pussy?” he murmured. “Playing with this naughty pearl?”
His carnal words had their intended effect. As Glory spent with a breathless cry, she did something no other woman had done before. Instead of closing her eyes, she gazed into his. She shared her pleasure with him without shame or pretense. As if she wanted to share everything with him. As if they could do anything together—even explore the darkest depths of desire—and remain anchored by the purity of their bond.
Her honesty stole his breath and ignited his blood. He craved more of her. Needed to feast on the wanton sweetness he’d always longed for.
He went down on one knee. Her belly slipped like silk beneath his lips, and he felt her quivering aftershocks. Grasping the waistband of her trousers, he tugged them down in a smooth motion, lifting her slender feet from the garment one by one.
In the moonlight, her beauty shone like the rarest pearl. Wearing only an open shirt, her nipples playing peekaboo through the linen folds, she was both wholesome and wild…his fantasy come true. He ran a proprietary touch up her long, supple legs, savoring her tremors. He followed the path of his hands with his lips, and when he reached her thigh, she gave an adorable—but too loud—squeak.
He gave her a warning look.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she said in a hushed voice.
“I am going to kiss you,” he murmured. “Wherever you are sweet.”
“Not there, surely.”
He nipped the crease of her leg. “Especially there.”
Then he put his mouth on her pussy. Swiping his tongue along her lush cleft, he had to hold back a groan of pleasure. She was even sweeter, juicier than he’d imagined. He lapped hungrily, and her legs began to shake. Parting her folds, he exposed her bold little pearl, tickling it with his tongue. She bit her lip to stifle a moan even as she rewarded him with a gush of honey.
Greedy for more, he slung one of her legs over his shoulder, propping her against the wall and his mouth. She slid her fingers into his hair, holding on to him as he feasted. Devil and damn, she was delicious. The best bloody thing he’d ever eaten, and he wanted to sample all of her. Opening her with his thumbs, he probed deeper with his tongue and shuddered when he felt the squeeze of her untried cunny.
Unable to resist, he brought his middle finger to her lush hole, easing it into her. His prick throbbed as her muscles pulled him deeper. By the deities, she was tight but ripe for plowing. Looking up at her, seeing nothing but dazed pleasure on her face, he thrust all the way to the knuckle. His balls swelled as her juices drenched his palm, and when her passage softened around him, he added another finger. Simultaneously, he put his mouth back on her pussy, sucking on her pearl.
As she neared another climax, he suddenly froze. Were those footsteps outside the room? He surged to his feet, pressing his hand over Glory’s mouth just as she came. With her moan trapped against his palm, her quim contracting around his fingers, he waited in suspended agony.
The footsteps faded. He kept listening, his heart thudding, but heard nothing beyond the sounds of his own breathing and Glory’s.
He removed his hand from her mouth, easing his fingers from her pussy. Seeing the glistening proof of her pleasure, his blood quickened…with desire and frustration.
“That was close,” he said quietly.
She nodded shakily. “I don’t think anyone heard us.”
“Even so, we shouldn’t tempt fate. I must go.”
“But we didn’t get a chance to talk.” She chewed on her lip. “About Scott or about...us.”
