Removing his hand, he slid down her body, his nose skimming on her now slippery skin. The curls of her sex greeted him, thick and glistening from her arousal.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, rising upon her elbows.
The wonder and question in her eyes alerted Hunt to all he needed to know. Whoever her former lover, or lovers, were, they had not cared about her pleasure. None of it mattered. He would give her so much pleasure that she would forget about any man before him.
He gave her a crooked smile. “Feasting.”
Hunt dived in, tasting her essence for the first time. He let out a deep animalistic groan that he’d never heard come from him before. This hellion of a woman was undoing him piece by piece, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Oh God, Hunt!” she cried out, one of her hands slapping down on his head, trying to pull at the small strands of his hair to no avail.
Hunt’s tongue plundered and discovered her depth, creating a path and a rhythm that was wholly his own. Wetness seeped from her, and he greedily drank it down then wrapped his lips around her nub. He sucked lightly, enjoying the tremble in her thighs, the cry of pleasure as she came for him, loud and wanton.
Damn it all to hell, Hunt wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.
“Please, Hunt, take me,” she begged, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Swirling his tongue, he entered her, refusing to relent on the torture. He needed her cries of pleasure like he needed to breathe, like a body needed water. Perhaps he had only been born to please his hellion.
Her body shook again, then stilled, her back arching off the bed, full breasts on display. Hunt gazed up at her from between thick thighs and, fuck, was she a sight to behold. Taking a heavy breast in his hands, he massaged, thrusting his tongue inside of her like he wanted to do with his cock. Her essence flowing out as she moaned and rotated her hips, chasing her release.
It dragged on and on, her body taut and writhing as he dragged himself up her body, kissing her sweat-soaked skin as he went.
He made quick work of his hanging breeches and boots, the urgency to be inside her nearly driving him mad. Hunt savored the taste of her on his tongue and wished he could feast on her nightly.
Lifting her off the bed, he pressed her limp body to his. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he turned, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Delia peppered hungry, desperate kisses across his neck and beard until she finally reached his lips. Hunt kissed her long and deep, relishing the frantic desire of her kisses.
Positioning her over his hard cock, he shook at the wet heat of her sex. She moved on top of him, causing the head of his cock to penetrate her opening.
“Easy,” he warned, not wanting her to impale herself too quickly.
“Now, Hunt, please!” she demanded, her hips circling.
He stilled her with both hands on her wide hips, controlling her movements.
Hunt tapped her playfully on the rear. “Be good, hellion,” he said, before taking her lips between his.
Unhurriedly, he slid her down his cock, inch by inch. Their lips fused together, her breathy moans mingling with his sighs of pleasure. Once she was fully seated, he stilled her, afraid of completing prematurely like an inexperienced lad.
“I need to move,” she moaned against his lips.
He guided her at first, controlling her, feeling her tight walls grip him like they never wanted him to leave. And dear God, did he long to stay inside of her forever.
Being intimate with Delia erased every bad thing in his life. There was no earldom, no fortune, no cousin, and no blastedRake Review. It was just him and her.
“Ride me,” he said, lying back on the bed, his hands remaining on her hips.
“How?” she asked, her wild hair falling around her shoulders, her head tilted slightly.
He guided her expertly, up and down, teaching her what he liked, his eyes tracking her every movement for any sign of pleasure or discomfort.
Soon, she moved without his assistance, her hips finding a rhythm that only she could hear. He touched every part of her, the sight of her naked and in the throes of pleasure undoing him completely. She leaned forward, her heavy breasts begging for his special attention.
“Hunt!” she cried out, as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand caressing the other.
The beating of his heart was overwhelmingly loud in his own ears. The tingling at his spine, and his pleasure building to a point of no return all had Hunt fighting for control.
