“That’s right,” he praised, running his thumb along the seam of her lips and the saliva that gathered there. “You’re taking me so well.”
He eased himself a little further in her mouth, and she adjusted her jaw.
When he hit the back of her throat, he groaned. So willing, so pliable… She would turn him inside out by the time they were done, and he would welcome it.
Is this how it feels to be ruined by a woman?
“You may use your hands, too,” he said, and she placed them obediently on his length.
He guided one to his stones underneath, encouraging her to squeeze lightly, and she followed instructions, her hands sure and steady. Of course, they were. She used her hands for her living, her sculpting. Her hands were her greatest triumph, trained to turn idle clay into statues and sculptures, sure as they guided chisel against marble to form faces. That same care, she now applied to him, forming him into something new.
He could not imagine himself wanting another woman after having her. This marriage, which he had always intended to be an escape, might end up possessing him.
Or rather, she would.
He held her head steadily as he moved himself in and out, letting her cup her lips around him and mimic the motion with her hands. When finally he felt himself getting closer, the pressure in the base of his spine ratcheting higher, he pulled himself free of her mouth, and she gasped, panting for breath.
The sight brought him even closer to the edge. The trust with which she had allowed him to plunder her and even stop her breath was unbelievable. She had never once intimated she wanted anything less than he gave her.
“Are you all right?” he asked, sliding his fingers under her jaw.
“Yes.” She gave a decisive nod. “I liked it.”
“You did?”
“I did. Is that odd, for a woman to like such things?”
By God, I do not deserve her.
“Not odd,” he said, bending to kiss her wet mouth. “But pleasing, all the same.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Now get on the bed, Thalia. You have earned your reward.”
Thalia lay back on the bed, her heart pounding. The darkness in his voice when he informed her that she had earned her reward made her feel as though she was floating.
Between her legs, she could feel how slick she was. Desire still throbbed through her whenever she thought of the way he had thickened in her mouth, and the obvious way he had taken his pleasure from her.
“You are everything that is perfection,” he said as he kneeled on the ground between her legs.
His lips brushed the soft inner skin of her thigh, and she was reminded of the first time they had come together, on that sofa. When he had used his mouth on her, she had first known bliss.
This time, however, he brought his hands to her. His thumb pressed against the same bundle of nerves that he had rubbed with his thigh. His other hand slid lower, and he groaned at the feel of her.
“You’re so wet, Thalia.”
“That’s a good thing?”
“It means you enjoyed what we just did almost as much as I did.” His voice was growling, and he slid a single finger inside her.
Her back arched, and she clamped a hand across her mouth, so she didn’t make too much noise, but he took her wrist and removed her hand.
“This time, I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
She didn’t know if she could do all that was required. Having something inside her… She had known, in a vague sense, that everything they had done before, as much as she had enjoyed it, had not beenenough, but she had not known until this moment what more could be.
The flavor of pleasure was different and combined with the pleasure of his thumb on her pearl, nearly drowned her in sensation. She gasped, moaned, and when he crooked his finger, quivered. He was watching as she fell apart, and it felt so good to finally let go. Instead of thinking about whether someone could hear, or if someone would walk in, or what sort of scandal or ruin this would be, she could lose herself entirely to the moment.
To Maxwell.
She had known, when she married him, that being with him in this way would be the best experience of her life; that it would propel her from liking him into something far deeper.
