She was shaking beneath him. He felt her wetness, knew it would leave a mark against his trousers as she sought release by rubbing against him like a cat. It was torture, of course. Because it would be so easy to loosen the front fall of his trousers and slide home into her. Let her grind against him from the inside and give them both a sweet release.
He had promised, though. Despite his reputation, he kept his promises.
He licked the nipple he had been neglecting, and now she writhed, her body lifting against him as she keened in pleasure at his teasing.
“Please, please,” she whispered.
He nodded, putting his hands back on her breasts to replace his mouth. Massaging as he licked a trailed down her body and nudged her legs wider with his shoulders.
Her slick sex was just before him now, and he let his hands come down so he could press his thumb there, parting the folds, finding her center, feeling her wet heat against his skin. He could drown in her.
He wanted to do so.
Instead, he spread her lips, revealing his prize. He couldn’t help it—he had to taste. He leaned in and glided his tongue across her, reveling in the sweet flavor of her as it burst on his tongue. Her desire, her need, it was a feast. He was a starving man. Only one thing would set them both free.
And yet he wanted more. He wanted to remind her how good a man could feel inside of her. Not with his cock. God help him, he wouldn’t do that.
But there was something else. He pressed a finger to her entrance as he leaned in for a second lick. She gasped as he gently breached her, her body rippling around him, tight and hot. He watched as he pushed his finger into her, thrusting, probing, reveling in the hot grip of her.
And knowing that if her husband had refused her pleasure, punished her for seeking it, she had probably never been touched the way he was about to touch her. He slid a second finger inside of her and gently curled them both, finding the rough little section inside her body that could bring her as much pleasure as her clitoris could.
Her eyes flew open wide as she stared at him in a combination of surprise and panic.
“What is…” she gasped.
He stilled his fingers. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “More.”
He smiled. God, it had been a long time since he’d played with a lady who felt so innocent and so wicked all at once. It was an intoxicating combination.
He leaned in to press a kiss to her thigh, licking her, watching her, curling his fingers all at once. She began to grip him with her sheath, rocking her hips in time to his movements. Her eyes squeezed shut, her legs began to shake, her body grew hotter, wetter, tighter around him. And then she let out a keening, desperate cry and her body began to ripple around his fingers. He leaned in and sucked her clitoris and she jolted harder, her back curving and her fists gripping against the settee as she came.
Katherine flopped back, her body limp and sated, as the crisis faded. She looked down at Robert through a hooded gaze and found him smiling up at her. Gentle, but also filled with pride. Because that was him. A dichotomy of cocksure arrogance and tender generosity. She had no idea which was real. Or could they both be? And where did his wager about her fit with it all? Or their past exchanges?
He withdrew his fingers from her body and kept his gaze on her as he licked them clean. She shuddered with desire at that action.
He leaned up, caging her in with his hands as he looked into her eyes. She could see his desire there. Feel it in the hard cock that was now pressed into her thigh. The cock she very much wanted inside of her, no matter what hesitations she had about him.
And now he would ask her. He would try to seduce her into changing her mind about their arrangement. He’d told her he would, after all.
So she tensed, trying to find the strength to refuse. Or to surrender. She didn’t know which would be her response at this point.
He nuzzled her neck, nipping her skin gently. His kisses feathered up her jawline, across her cheek, and then his mouth found hers. She tasted herself on his mouth and sighed as she cupped the back of his head with one hand.
To her surprise, he pulled away at last, then shoved back from her and got to his feet.
“Let me help you dress,” he said.
She blinked at the hand he extended. Was henotgoing to try to seduce her? Not going to take her at all?
What did that mean? That he didn’t want her? That she had disappointed him somehow? Bored him?
“You look like you’re upset,” he said, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. He held her there, her naked body pressed to his half-clothed one. “Want to discuss something?”
“You don’t want me?”
He blinked, then cupped her backside and rotated her hips against his hard cock. Both of them shivered together. He kissed her and backed away.
