“Yes,” she murmured again.
A flare of response rippled over his face. Something dark and sensual that hooded his gaze as his fingers stroked a little more firmly. “Lie back. And feel,” he whispered.
She did so once again and stared at the ceiling above her. She heard him taking his place in the chair, moving around and then his hands were back on her thighs. He pushed them wider and she blushed so hot that she felt she would combust. He was looking at her in the most intimate way possible.
And then his mouth touched her and all rational thought fled. He kissed her inner thigh, slight scratchiness of stubble abrading the tender flesh in the most intriguing, arousing way. His tongue brushed the same place, soothing and making her ache all at once. He licked and kissed higher, higher as his hands pushed her even wider. Thenshe felt his breath on her sex. She gripped the coverlet in both fists, bracing for the impact she knew was coming but didn’t understand.
And when he did as he’d promised, when his mouth covered her in that place she’d been told was wicked or dirty or to remain untouched, she recognized her world would truly never be the same.
CHAPTER 14
Just as he and Clarissa had discussed, Roderick had been with a great many women over the years. But he had never in his entire life been so hard as he was, perched on the edge of a chair between his new wife’s soft thighs. Her breath kept catching and little gasps and moans kept escaping her lovely lips, ones he wasn’t even certain she realized she was making. It was all intoxicating, as was her earthy scent and the hint of wetness that already existed between her legs just from what they’d done before he put her on his bed.
He wanted to make this woman come. To unravel all her harsh and fearful grip on propriety and see what she looked like when she arched and moaned and shook with pleasure. He couldn’t wait.
He pressed her sex open with his thumbs, gently massaging her outer lips. Her legs shook a little when he did, gripping against his arms. He smiled and leaned in to lick her, at first gently, just a featherlight touch to test her flavor. She was sweet and salty, perfect. When he licked again, it was more firm, tasting her entire length as she rose up beneath him with a gasp.
“Roderick?” she murmured, a question, a plea.
He licked again and answered without lifting his head from her body. “That’s just right, angel. You’re doing just right.”
She moaned again, like the praise put her on edge as much as the touch. He marked that, stored it away so that he knew all the things that gave her pleasure, from the very erotic to the seemingly benign. He licked again and again, taking his time with her, judging all her reactions, feeling when she became wetter. She dropped one hand against his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. The little tug of that drove him wild and he moaned against her body.
“Oh!” she gasped, and lifted to him.
He smiled against her. She was beginning to lose control, to roll with the pleasure the way she’d been built to do. Recognizing a dance that couldn’t be taught, only experienced. He drew her through it, slowing, drawing his attention to the ripe nub of her clitoris. He smoothed the hood away with his thumb and teased her with the tip of his tongue, then moved away. Back and forth, spending more time there with each sweep until it was all he focused on. He stroked and sucked, gripping her thighs as she began to shake beneath him, on the edge but not quite over.
His heart was throbbing, his cock, too, as she got closer and closer to the edge, lost more and more of the respectability she wore as a shield to the world. This Clarissa would be only his, always his. That thought made him ache and he sucked her even harder as she came in a burst of wetness and flavor on his tongue. He wanted to do this forever, keep her in this state forever. His. Only his.
And he was too aroused to fully examine what that meant or how his world had changed with this first intimate joining that would only connect them more.
Clarissa had felt hints of the pleasure that now ripped through her body, causing her to rise and twitch beneath Roderick’s hands and tongue. But this was something else. This was a torrent, an uncontrollable downpour of sensation that broke her into pieces. She thrashed beneath him, trying to find purchase, but he didn’t set herfree. He drew every drop of pleasure from her until she was weak on the bed, panting with exertion and wonder.
Only then did he rise from between her legs and lean over her, caging her in with strong arms on either side of her head as he kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue and lifted beneath him against her own will.
He chuckled against her lips. “That was remarkable.”
Her world was still spinning, but she nodded. “Y-Yes.”
He kissed her, this time on the corner of her lips, nibbling down to her jawline as she gasped beneath him. “Move onto the pillows, please,” he whispered.
It took her a moment to understand what he’d said, her mind still addled by the unexpected pleasure of what he’d already done. But slowly, she did as he’d asked and lay there, watching as he unfastened the fall front of his trousers and slowly lowered it.
She stared. There it was, the much talked about member. Cock, wasn’t that what Esme and Marianne had said? His cock. He would fit that into her. Suddenly she was nervous again. His tongue had felt full inside of her when he’d been licking her and that thing was certainly bigger than a tongue.
“Er,” she murmured.
He shook his head. “Your body was built to accommodate, I assure you,” he said. “And we’ll go very slowly so that it will.” She pursed her lips, both nervous and excited about that idea. He kissed her forehead. “I promise.”
There was a strange sensation that rushed through her, as foreign as the pleasure he’d created with his tongue. She couldn’t name it, but there was comfort to those words. And this was what was required in a marriage, to consummate the union they’d created.
He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her knees, which pushed them open again. He covered her gently, holding his full weight away with his arms as he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until all there was was that. All there was was him. Only then did he maneuver himself. She felt the tip of him against her sex as hestroked it back and forth. Just as when he did that with his tongue, there was pleasure.
She lifted beneath him, burying her head against his bare shoulder as her fingers dug into his skin.
“Good?” he whispered.
She nodded without lifting her head and her voice was muffled when she said, “Yes.”
