His hand dropped lower as he spoke, over her stomach, her hip, and eventually he began to bunch her gown up her legs. She tensed as her calves were revealed, then her knees.
She pressed a hand to his chest. “Aiden?”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “I’ll stop if that’s what you want, Celia. I know Ishouldstop, that what I want to do is wrong. But I want you so much. I want to make you quake with pleasure. I want to give you that and more.”
She could hardly breathe as his words sank into her skin and her blood and her soul. She didn’t understand what he was asking to do, but the idea of it made her legs tremble. Was she willing to refuse him out of fear? Or would she be brave?
In the end, need and curiosity won out. She shifted slightly, sliding toward him so he could lift her skirt even higher. He smiled up at her as he revealed her thighs.
Leaving the skirt bunched around her hips, he pressed each hand on her knees and gently pushed, splaying her open. She leaned back against the bench to balance herself. Heat flooded her cheeks as he stared at her. She was wearing drawers, but there wasn’t much protecting her most secret and womanly parts now.
He grazed her thighs with his fingertips as he moved to the slit in her drawers. She tensed as he parted it, revealing her to him at last.
“What are you going to do?” she panted, staring at his face as he stared at her body.
He glanced up at her. “I’m going to make you come,” he said. “With my mouth.”
Her brow wrinkled. Her knowledge on this subject was limited at best. “Come?” she murmured. “What is that?”
He chuckled as he leaned in, his dark blond head moving between her legs. “You’ll see.”
He touched her first, tracing her outer lips with the tips of his fingers. His touch was warm and both soothing and arousing. The tension in her was coiled, ready to explode. She felt like she was fighting in a war, trying to control a situation that was wildly out of her command now.
As if he sensed that, he slowed his movements and looked up again. “Relax, Celia. Just feel this. It’s gift. I promise I won’t take more than you are able to give.”
She drew in a long breath, closed her eyes and somehow did as he asked. She relaxed, muscle by muscle, limb by limb. As she did so, he began to stoke her, petting her sex, smoothing her flesh. It was a rhythmic action, and she found herself tensing and relaxing along with him.
And just as she became accustomed to that act, he gently parted her outer lips and revealed her to him entirely. Her eyes flew open and she stared down at him. He was watching that place between her thighs intently, his eyes glittering in the dim light.
He touched her again, but this time it was even more intimate. He stroked the entire length of her entrance, and she cried out as sensation mobbed her. His touch tingled, it throbbed, it made her lift toward him.
He stroked again, this time with more pressure. He held her down with the opposite hand, steadying her as he stroked and stroked with his fingers. And when she was gasping for breath, gripping at the bench with her fingernails, making wordless sounds of wonder and pleasure, he touched her differently.
His thumb pressed at the top of her sex, grinding at some hidden area that jolted electric pleasure through her. She lifted hard against his steadying hand and cried out softly. What was this sensation? This pleasure unlike any she’d ever known. It was…intoxicating.
He bent his head and she felt his breath over the sensitive flesh. She watched in shock as his mouth covered her. Liquid heat flowed between them as he stroked his tongue over her gently, tasting her, teasing her. She lifted to meet the stroke, gasping for air as she gripped the edge of the bench with both hands.
He flicked his tongue quicker now, replacing his thumb on that magical place, and she moaned as the pleasure doubled, tripled, grew out of control. It was like he was pushing her toward the edge with every kiss, but she wasn’t afraid. She wanted the edge. She wanted to fall and fall and fall forever.
He sucked her, and her vision blurred as her body began to quiver. Her hips jolted out of control and wave after wave of untempered pleasure worked through her. She screamed his name, she thrashed her head, she struggled for purchase as he dragged her through the massive release of the pressure he’d built with his hands and his mouth.
Finally, just when it seemed like she might die from pleasure, her body slowed, the twitching ceased and he lifted his head to look at her.
He smiled, licking his lips as he smoothed her drawers shut, lowered her skirt. When she was fixed, he leaned up and kissed her. She tasted a sweet and earthy flavor on his lips. Her flavor.
“Thatwas making you come,” he whispered as he drew back.
She nodded shakily. “I-I see.”
“I should be sorry I did something so bold,” he continued as he got to his feet and dusted himself off. “But I’m not. I hope you feel the same.”
She stared up at him. She could see the outline of his erection through his trousers—she knew he wanted to take her. She found she wanted that too. Oh, the release, coming, as he put it, had been wonderful, of course. But she feltincompletesomehow. As if she’d missed something.
“I do,” she choked out.
He reached down, offering his hand. She was shaking as she took it. He drew her in, kissing her once more. He held her there, his arms around her, for what felt like an eternity. He looked into her eyes, seeking…she wasn’t certain what. Then he released her.
“Come, we should return to the house. We’ll be missed soon if we weren’t already.”
