“Are you ready to capitulate, Captain Starling?” she breathed against him, closing her lips briefly around the head of his cock and giving it a light suck.
Santa Maria.
“Colin,” he croaked, his fist tightening in her hair, fighting the urge to hold her in place and thrust himself into her mouth. “And no, I do not submit.”
“Very well,” she murmured, sucking him fully into the delectable heat of her mouth, curling her tongue around him as she dipped down over the bulge of his crown and then tongued that sensitive line below.
Oh, he was a goner. He was done for.
No man could withstand such torture for long.
“Do you want more?” she asked, pulling her mouth away with an obscenepopso that she was free to look up at him, her lips swollen from his kisses and the act of stretching around his cock.
“Yes, no. I can’t-” Starling was apparently incoherent with need, his balls aching with the need for release.
Helen blinked innocently up at him, holding his gaze as she dipped her head and sucked him deep into her mouth, swallowing him down with a hum of satisfaction as he groaned above her, his knees threatening to buckle at the pleasure of it.
She dragged her mouth up and down his length, each pass taking him deeper, smoother, until he bumped against the back of her throat.
Starling couldn’t control himself any longer, and he started to pulse his hips in time, holding her head in place with shaking hands as his release twisted and seethed low in his gut, fighting to be let off the leash.
Just when he felt his vision dim, his climax beating at the door, she dragged her mouth free once more, her lips glistening.
“Fuck.”
He couldn’t hold back the expletive, and Helen smiled impudently, pumping him lazily in her fist.
“Do you think that is what it would feel like?” she wondered aloud, examining her handwork as she twisted her palm over his glistening crown. “Do you think it would feel that good to sink into me, take me right here, right now?”
The image of her bent over the cushioned bench, his cock buried to the hilt in her hot cunt burned itself across his mind, the words rushing from him before he could even think to halt their flow.
“Christ, no. It would besomuch better. Please, Helen, put me out of my misery.”
She cocked her head, victory flaring in her eyes. “Are you begging me, sir?”
“Yes.”Fuck.
“Yes, I ambeggingyou.”
She rose, or he dragged her up, it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was the feel of her flush against his body, his hard length digging into her soft belly through the silky gown as he devoured her mouth, tasting the salt of his essence on her tongue as he hastily rucked up her skirts, sliding his hands up over smooth, plump thighs to find them wet with her desire, the slippery heat at her centre like liquid silk under his fingertips as she moaned against his lips.
For one brief moment, he caught himself, even in the craze of his fever.
“Do you want this, Helen? Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped against his lips, turning to face the wall, raising her hems and balancing one knee on the bench, just as in his fantasy.
“Take me.”
He needed no more urging, kicking her legs apart and throwing the skirts up over her bottom, lining the head of his cock at her core in one swift motion and pressing himself desperately into her heat with a harsh groan of relief.
She was as tight as a vice, and Starling had to pause for a moment, his head spinning, running one hand up along her spine as she moaned and arched herself like a cat to take him deeper.
With a series of short, ragged thrusts, he obliged, working himself into her tight sheath, then driving himself home with a final snap of his hips as his load threatened to erupt at the perfection of their joining.
Had it ever felt this good?He couldn’t say.
Every other encounter was burned away in the wake of the sublime feeling of being inside this glorious woman.
