His tongue was velvety smooth against her nipple and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. Her fingers slid through his hair on either side of his head and she held his mouth to her breast, wanting him never to stop.
Her hips undulated beneath his and she cried out softly again as momentarily he lifted himself away from her to pull his shirt over his head with both hands.
He was only wearing his breeches. She had her night rail pulled down to her waist. They sat there on the cot, panting and staring at each other in awe.
“Are you certain you want this?” he asked in a voice that was strained but still deep and seductive.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Apparently, that was all she needed to say, because he pushed himself atop her again and braced his arms on either side of her head on the mattress, grinding his hips against hers, making her head toss fitfully back and forth.
“Beau,” she called, loving the way his real name sounded on her lips. She reached down and traced the outline of his manhood beneath his breeches. She squeezed him.
His breath came in hard pants. “As good as that feels, Love, you’ll unman me if you continue.”
She stroked him once more for good measure before helping him to sit up and pull off his breeches. She pulled her night rail down over her hips at the same time and soon they were completely naked and staring at each other’s bodies as if in a trance.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed.
“I thought you looked like Adonis when you were clothed,” she replied, her eyes traveling over every inch of his bare skin. “Now Iknowyou aren’t human.”
He laughed softly and shook his head before deftly pulling her atop him on the cot. “Feel free to touch me wherever you’d like…to prove that I’m human.”
Marianne froze momentarily. In the few times she’d been with William, she’d never lain atop him, but her indecision only lasted a few moments before she realized the amount of power she’d just been given. She could touch himanywhere? With pleasure!
Beau settled onto the cot, folding both arms beneath his head and spreading his legs slightly. Marianne’s eyes flared. The man was perfection, sheer perfection, and she intended to touch and kiss every single inch of him.
She began by running her fingers down his chest just as she had last night, but this time she watched in fascination as his muscles jerked beneath her touch. She continued her hands’ path past his waist and down to his manhood, which stood out hard and strong against the patch of hair between his thighs.
She wrapped her fingers against his hard length and squeezed him. His breathing hitched so she did it again. His breath began coming in short little pants that filled her with power. She stroked him up and down and he groaned.
“Marianne,” he breathed. Oh, God, how she liked the sound of her name on his lips.
Still squeezing him, she leaned down and kissed his lips. His tongue tangled with hers and he made to pull his hands from behind his head, but she stopped him with a finger to his forearm. “No,” she commanded.
He nodded but leaned up, trying to prolong their kiss before she pulled her lips away to run them down his rough cheek to his neck. She suckled at the warm, salty skin of his throat and then used her tongue to trace the same path her finger had, down his abdomen.
His hips lurched off the cot and his hands pulled away to grab at the sheets next to his hips. “Marianne, please,” he begged as her mouth descended past his waist. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” she asked, her breath a hot pant against his manhood.
“I can’t stand it if you…” His words were labored. His manhood twitched.
“If I what?” she teased, not entirely certain what she intended to do next. She hoped he’d give her a clue as to what he wanted.
“If you suck me,” he breathed.
“An excellent idea,” she said with a sly smile, just before her lips descended upon the tip of his member. She took him into her mouth and sucked him, listening with raw pleasure as he gasped.
“What else don’t you want me to do?” she asked, teasing him by licking his tip while she asked the loaded question.
“Don’t…” His breathing caught. “Please don’t drag your mouth up and down me.”
Another excellent idea. She did just that. Pushing her entire mouth down the length of him while his hands ripped at the sheets and sweat beaded on his brow. She dragged her mouth back up his hard length and descended again four or five times before his hands grabbed her ribcage and he flipped her over.
“Jesus, I can’t take any more,” he whispered in her ear, just before his mouth descended down her body.
When he was settled between her legs, she stared down at him in awe. Was he about to—
