Ralston slipped his hands beneath her. Bracing his elbows, he lifted her to his mouth. Feasting with hedonistic fervor, he licked and sucked upon her flesh. He darted his tongue againsther opening before thrusting deep to claim the richer flavors of her honeyed wine.
He wanted to savor the experience. But the fire inside him was raging. His cock was throbbing painfully. Sexual hunger consumed him. Only the lush and heady taste of her could satisfy the need inside him. And as her moans grew deeper and her gasps shorter, he became even more ravenous and desperate to take her to that pinnacle, to feel the release of her pleasure and taste her climax.
Reaching up he covered her breast. Her nipple was hard and pebbled against his palm as he squeezed her soft flesh and flicked his tongue wildly over her clitoris.
On a throaty gasp, she opened her eyes and stared back at him. Her breath came in pants and her thighs trembled against his shoulders. Then her mouth opened but no sound escaped. The muscles of her belly tightened and a moment later, he felt the first flutters of her release against his lips. Moving his tongue in a rapid rhythm against her clitoris, he eased his finger inside her.
Her moan was deep as her body gave in to the rush of pleasure. Her inner muscles pulsed around his finger and her hand slid into his hair to hold him to her as she bucked against his mouth, wringing every bit of pleasure she could from his intimate kiss.
And when she finally softened, collapsing into the chair with a shaky sigh, Ralston pressed a final kiss to her sex and lifted his head.
A shock of pleasure shot through him at the full sight of her. Bared limbs and trembling belly. Flushed skin and a breathless stare that seared through him.
“Have I pleased you, Madame?” he asked, his voice raw and burning with his own desire.
She sighed and smiled. “Beyond words, my love.”
Then she curled toward him, slipping a hand around his nape, she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him with a deep, luxurious sweep of her tongue. When she pulled back again, she looked fiercely into his eyes. “Take me to your bed.”
Power and a primitive sort of violent need rushed through him. In one fluid movement, he rose to his feet and scooped her up from the chair. Holding her high against his chest, he carried her across the room, through the connecting door, to his large four-poster bed.
Laying her down in the center of the plush mattress, he covered her. His hips lodged between her open thighs, his belly pressed to hers, and his arms bracketed her shoulders as he held her head in his hands.
He stared at her for an intense and silent moment as he gently swept his thumbs across her cheeks.
Then he murmured, “In this room…”
“I belong to you,” she vowed.
“I love you.”
A smile tilted her lips and she smoothed her hands up his back. “I love you.”
Then he dipped his head to press a kiss to her lips. It started simple and sweet, but quickly deepened. Parting her lips for a soft gasp of air, she met the languid sweep of his tongue with a twirl of her own. And soon, he was taking her mouth as he’d taken her sex—with licks and thrusts and delicate teasing flicks. Until she was moaning and her body rolled restlessly beneath him. With every lick inside her mouth, his desire grew stronger. His need to have her. His wife. This fascinating woman.
Charlotte reveled inthe commanding, possessive nature of his kiss. And the delicious heated weight of him pressing her intothe mattress. And the intimate pressure of his erection rocking against her vulnerable core. She wanted everything he could give her. She craved his hands on her body, his mouth—everywhere. His cock inside her.
Now.
Reaching down to palm his taut buttocks, she turned away from his wonderful mouth to murmur in a desperate plea, “Take me.”
The gruff sound he issued from his throat sent tingles down her spine as he shoved himself off her to kneel between her lax thighs. Holding her gaze with his, he released the fastening of his trousers and let them fall.
Charlotte gasped then moaned softly at the impressive sight of him. His erection was beautiful as it bobbed against his flat, muscled belly. Long and thick, the veined length appeared painfully hard. Unthinking, she reached for him, encircling him at the base. Though she kept her grip gentle, he grunted harshly at the contact, his body jolting.
She flicked a glance back to his face. He remained taut and utterly still, staring down at her, his hands tense but held carefully at his sides.
Power and gratitude and the deepest tenderness flowed through her as she slowly glided her hand up to his crown. When her fingertips encountered moisture there, a rush of liquid heat flooded to her sex. Giving him a gentle squeeze, she watched with a trembling belly as a drop of issue emerged from the small slit.
She immediately shifted beneath him, lifting herself to take him into her mouth with hunger and devotion. As the drop touched her tongue, she moaned thickly. He tasted like a summer ocean, bright and clean and salty. Sliding her hand back down to the base, she felt the turgid heat of him, the strength, and the satin texture of his flesh. When she brought her handback up, she squeezed again, drawing forth more of his delicious taste. She sucked on his cock, pulling his deep, sliding her lips down his length then up again, loving the heat and smoothness on her tongue.
He was magnificent. Stunning.Hers.
And though she loved the feel of him reaching deep into her throat, she wanted to feel him thrusting into the very heart of her.
Twirling her tongue along his ridged crown, she released him with a final flick against that slitted opening. As soon as she lifted her head and looked up at him, he growled so low and rough that her insides clenched.
Then he swiftly shucked his trousers down his legs and wrapped one arm around her to pull her into him. His gaze burned her soul as his mouth locked on hers with ferocious intent.
