“Use your words.”
“Yes, yes,” Arabella said impatiently.
“There’s my good girl.”
There was no helping the deep moan that echoed in the room to hear him talk like that. He leaned closer, and his tongue darted out, softly touching her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she bit down on her fingers, or else she would scream.
“Let me hear you, Arabella,” he said, his voice laced with lust.
And to prove his point, he swiped his tongue from her entrance to that sensitive peak.
“Gerald!”
He chuckled against her core, and then he circled that bud with the tip of his tongue. This sensation sent her hips off the bed, but he pinned her back down with both hands on her hips.
He didn’t stop, unrelenting and merciless in the most delectable of ways. He kept circling that tight bud, his pace and pressure constant, certain, maddening. There was no controlling her body, her core leaking, her moans and sighs echoing, her body quivering.
“You are so responsive to my touch,” he whispered over her core. “You are such a good girl, Arabella.”
“Oh my!” she let out.
His reward was licking her bundle of nerves while one finger very softly parted her folds. Her head fell back, and her fingers tightened in his hair. She felt as if she was ascending to impossible heights, wound up more and more till she feared she would snap. But she didn’t.
One more pull of his mouth and a caress in her wet core from his deft fingers and she arched into the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably, trapping him between them. He wouldn’t allow it. He pinned her back down exactly where he needed her and kept his possessive attack.
“Gerald!” she now openly screamed, not caring if the whole estate could hear her.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. It’s just like that. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
She completely snapped, fell off an edge without fear, deep into the depths of pleasure. Her mind emptied, and white-hot desire came over her.
He was still drinking the last drops of her pleasure when she came down from her high. She dared look at him, and what she found nearly floored her.
“It is so good today,” he groaned, climbing back on his feet.
He was an impressively big man, but as he stood before her at the foot of the bed, he was formidable. Arabella wondered if she would ever survive him.
“You did exactly as I told you,” he said in his low, gravelly voice.
His hands went to the belt of his robe, and Arabella held her breath. Her eyes half-closed, her lips open. She couldn’t move, just waited.
“Do you want me to show you how pleased I am with you, Arabella?”
She could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. His fingers undid the belt, letting the robe fall open. She didn’t dare let her look roam his body. His heated gaze was enough to make her pulse race.
“Tell me.”
She really tried and struggled to form a single word. Yes. That’s all she wanted to scream till her throat couldn’t take it anymore. But she was so stunned she could only nod.
“Mmm,” he purred. “Be a good girl now. Tell me what you need.”
“Ge… Gerald.”
“Tck,” he smiled. “Very good, but not good enough.”
“I… I… I want…”
He leaned over her, one knee sinking into the mattress, caging her beneath the breadth of his body. She almost got lost in the forest of his green eyes.
