He leaned over her heaving chest and lowered his mouth to her nipple, suckling her as he continued to brush his fingertips over her, again and again, but slowly, so slowly she began to thrash against the bed, every inch of her creamy skin flushed, his fingers slippery against her quivering flesh.
And still, he kept her on the edge, panting with the effort of holding them both back. “God, look at you, sweetheart.” Samuel bit her earlobe as he whispered in her ear. “So needy, so desperate to come. I could watch you forever.”
Another frustrated sob left Emma’s chest, and her hand slid down, slipping between her own thighs, tearing a groan from Samuel’s throat. The thought of her pleasuring herself, of working those pale, delicate fingers between her legs until she climaxed was so erotic, he was forced to clamp down hard on the base of his cock to keep from coming.
But he wouldn’t allow it.Hewould be the one to giveher pleasure.
“No.” Samuel let out a possessive growl, took her hand and pinned it to the bed. “You’ll come at my hand only, Emma.”
He slid his thigh from between her legs and worked his way down her body, dropping kisses over her sleek stomach as he went, lingering over her inner thighs, the skin there so soft, so impossibly soft, before at last his tongue found her hungry nub. He licked her there, once, then again, soft, quick flicksof his tongue.
“Oh, oh, oh…” Emma cried out, bucking against him.
Samuel held her legs open and pinned to the bed. “Dear God, you’re sweet.” Her taste was driving him mad. He licked and sucked, nearly snarling as he devoured her like a ravenous animal.
“Please,please.” Emma pumped her hips against his mouth, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling hard when he pointed his tongue and drove it into her. “Ah, yes, please, Samuel.”
“That’s right, love. Beg for what you need.” Samuel was thrusting against the bed, so close to coming he could feel the orgasm tingling in his spine, but he held off, licking her with wild strokes until Emma’s entirebody went taut.
“Samuel.” His name on her lips was part whisper, part moan, her hips surging as a powerful orgasm thundered through her. Samuel closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and held back his own orgasm as he stroked her through hers.
He stayed with her as she trembled against the bed, suckling her through her release until she let out a ragged sigh, and her fingers gentled in his hair. Samuel pressed a kiss to her thighs, one and then the other, but as surely as he’d tormented her, he’d tormented himself, and now he couldn’t wait any longer. He was desperate for release, and he needed tobe inside her.
He crawled back up her body and settled his hips between her legs. “I need you, sweetheart. Will you have me?”
She might have teased him as mercilessly as he’d teased her, but Emma only smiled, her blue eyes soft. “Yes.”
He hissed as she wrapped her long, slender fingers around his cock and drew her hand up his length. “I want you, Emma, more than I’ve everwanted anyone.”
“Then take me.” She tightened her legs around him, pressed his head to her weeping core, and moved her hips against hisin invitation.
He paused to press a kiss to her lips, and then he was sinking into her slick, welcoming heat, the pleasure so intense for a moment Samuel had to close his eyes against it. “Ah, God. Emma.”
It was all he could do not to drive wildly into her, to seize the pleasure he’d been denying himself, but he forced himself to take slow, shallow thrusts, his jaw tight with the strain of holding back.
If he could last long enough to makeher come again…
It took all the restraint he possessed, but Samuel took her with slow, gentle nudges until her breathing quickened, a telltale flush rose in her cheeks, and her mouth opened in a soft moan. “Comewith me, Emma.”
Another moan escaped, and she caught her lower lip in her teeth.
Samuel’s gaze darted to her mouth, and he took her lips in a hot, deep kiss, quickening his pace until their hips were moving together in a timeless rhythm.
Another thrust, then another, but just as Samuel was sure he would explode, Emma let out a soft cry, her neck arching as she came again in a rush of wet heat.
The tight squeeze of her body around his cock tore a guttural moan from Samuel’s chest. He threw his head back and fell over the edge in a climax so intense his body shook with it, hot white flashing behind his closed eyes.
They were both still panting when he gathered her against his chest and fell onto his back, taking her with him so she was sprawled on top of him. Once Emma had caught her breath, she struggled onto her elbows, and gazed down at him in wonder. “I—it’s never felt like that for me.”
He reached up to cup her cheek in his palm. “Nor for me, Emma. Nor for me.”
* * * *
Making love was nothing at all like Emma had thought it would be. Making love with Samuel was everything she’d once dreamed it would be, but had long ago ceased hoping for.
She’s heard enough from the courtesans at the Pink Pearl to know it wasn’t always like this with a man. Indeed, it seemed it was very rarely like this.
Samuel was a consummate lover—Emma knew enough about the act to know that. He was both tender and wicked by turns, with a depth of passion another lady might find unusual in so solemn a gentleman.
