“Should we discuss what I’m supposed to do at the palace?”
Harlan couldn’t stand being this close to her and not touching her—holding her…
Kissingher.
He shoved back his chair. “I will be speaking with Wellington tomorrow. I should know more after our meeting.”
She slowly rose to her feet as well. “Might I be able to attend?”
He looked at her for a moment. “I will see what I can arrange.” He turned away. “I should retire—”
“Harlan, wait.”
He didn’t want to be subjected to more of the same torture, but he slowly spun back around to face her. She moved to stand in front of him. “I feel like we need to talk, but you’re shutting me out for some reason.”
He didn’t think, only acted. He reached out and grasped her hand and placed it over the front of his trousers where his cock was starting to harden. At the feel of her delicate fingers on his manhood, he quickly swelled to a full erection. “This is why I can’t be around you right now,” he returned harshly. “I can’t think straight, and I don’t know if you want to do the same. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Rubbing her hand slowly along his length, she said, “I want you, Harlan. I don’t care what happens after tonight, but I can’t be here with you and not feel you inside of me again—”
With a harsh sound, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedchamber.
Leah’s heartwas racing so hard as she reclined on the bed that she could hardly catch her breath because of it. When Harlan divested himself of his clothes, she heard the sound of stitches popping as he tossed each garment to the floor. Once his trousers were gone, Leah’s eyes widened slightly at the proud girth of his member. He had been careful to express a care for her maidenly sensibilities before, but now, she was offered a full view of his attributes.
“Magnificent,” she said in awe, as she reached out and ran her hand lightly along the shaft. “Smooth, yet, hard at the same time.”
He wrapped her hand around him, showing her a gentle, but steady rhythm to caress him. He groaned, and she enjoyed the fact that she was pleasing him. The rounded tip looked so intriguing, that she wondered how it might feel inside her mouth. Would it be as tantalizing as when he’d pushed into her core? “Would it be wrong to ask if I could… taste you?”
His breathing hitched and she was afraid she’d insulted him. She started to pull her hand away, but he caught her wrist and said, “I would be honored if you would.”
She licked her lips and slid off the bed. Lowering to her knees so that he was the perfect height to consume, she opened her mouth and looked at Harlan as her tongue darted out and licked that enticing tip first. Harlan hissed, but he kept his focus on her. There was something terribly erotic about the way he was watching her pleasure him. It made her heart pound even harder.
Sliding him inside her mouth ever so slowly, she closed her eyes, remembering how he’d felt when he’d slid inside of her body. Pressing her lips around him, she withdrew, but not so far as to release him, and then continued the same rhythm that she’d started with her hand.
It didn’t take long before she looked up and saw Harlan’s mouth was open, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. He reached out and gently grasped the back of her head, digging his fingers into her hair as she continued to torment him so sweetly.
Finally, with a shuddered breath, he moved her away from him. “Now it’s my turn to drive you mad.”
The dark promise sent a delicious chill up her spine as he urged her to stand. Taking both sides of the men’s shirt that she still wore, he easily rent it down the middle. Her trousers were next. He ripped the buttons from the flap and sent them flying about the room as he pushed the wasted material down her hips until they pooled at her feet.
This time he was the one on his knees before her. She started to move her hands to cover her mound, but he caught her wrist. “Don’t be ashamed of your body, Leah. You are perfect.”
Self-conscious, but still a bit breathless from the intimacy of the moment, she said, “I’m not so sure about that.”
His nostrils flared slightly. “I am.” With that, he leaned forward and set his mouth on her.
From the first flick of his wicked tongue along her sensitive cleft, she didn’t care about anything else but the pleasure. The insecurities vanished and she was focused on the exquisite sensations that he was sending through her. She didn’t know whether she was hot or cold. Her legs tensed, but at the same time, she wondered if they would support her weight as they started to tremble.
She gasped when his hands cupped her backside, his fingers firmly grasping and holding her even more close to his mouth. She felt wanton for glancing down at him, to see his head between her thighs, but at the same time, the image was so erotic, so… enticing that she could feel something tighten within her. She recalled the same energy coiling within her the last time they had been together.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. “Harlan…”
He made a sound deep in his throat, and the combination of the vibration and the relentless movements of his tongue quickly had her eyes falling closed as shudders of ecstasy wracked her body.
He held her as she flew to the heavens and beyond before landing softly back in his arms. When her eyes opened, she was surprised to find that she was lying back on the bed, his impressive cock poised at her entrance.
His focus was on her, and as their eyes locked, he pushed deeply inside of her.
Glorious.
