It didn’t matter. It didn’tmatter, because he knew, and he’d give it to her.
He’d give her everything.
“That’s it, Tilly. Take your pleasure.” He pressed her thighs open wider, caressing her with a few quick, light flicks of his tongue before he gave up his teasing, and stroked her harder, plunging between her swollen folds and suckling at her, his mouth moving desperately against her wet flesh. “Come for me.”
She thrashed underneath him. “Yes.Yes.”
Her hips jerked, rising up to meet his strokes, and he gave her no quarter, but worked her ruthlessly, relentlessly, driving her higher with every stroke, her tender bud swelling against his insatiable tongue, until at last a sharp cry broke from her lips, and she shuddered against him, her back arching with her release.
He stayed with her, his lips gentling as she rode the waves of bliss until she went limp, and fell back against the rug, gasping. He wrapped his arms around her hips then, pressing a kiss to her thigh before resting his head against her belly, nuzzling her soft skin as she caught her breath.
“Are you…was that…are you alright?” God above, he sounded like a schoolboy with his first woman, but he had to know, had to hear from her lips that he hadn’t frightened her, that he’d given her pleasure.
She didn’t answer at once, and dread rolled over him. Had he pushed her too hard? She was aninnocent, and he’d just—
“Kit?”
He froze, squeezing his eyes closed. “Yes?”
She sank her fingers into his hair, toying with the strands for a moment before giving it a gentle tug. “Come here.”
She didn’tsoundfrightened, but his heart was pounding in his chest as he shifted up and over her. She was still, one arm flung over her head, her heavy eyes mysterious pools of darkness. Her cheeks were flushed, and a fine sheen of perspiration had bloomed on her skin. He’d never seen anything more beautiful than she was as she lay there, trembling with the aftershocks.
“Closer, Kit.” She reached for him, her face aglow with the flush of her release, and a dreamy smile curving her lips. “Closer.”
He own lips curved in what was no doubt an absurdly besotted smile before he stretched out beside her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gathered her close against him. “Alright?” he murmured, curling a lock of her hair around his finger.
She let out a long, slow sigh, and rested her cheek against his chest. “Perfect.”
* * *
The room was quiet,the only sound the faint crackling of the fire in the grate. Tilly slumped against Kit, her entire body limp. Had she ever felt this boneless before? No, but then she’d never before experienced the pleasure he’d given her.
His arm was curled tightly around her, his chest moving under her cheek in slow, even breaths, but he didn’t speak. She tilted her head back to look at him, and she found him watching her, his lids gone heavy over his dark eyes.
He hadn’t asked her to touch him. He hadn’t asked her for anything at all, but she could feel his, er…that is, the most intimate part of him pressing hard against her thigh.
It couldn’t be pleasant for a gentleman, leaving such an insistent organ as that unsatisfied. How one might satisfy such an organ was a mystery to her, but it didn’t seem right to leave him in such a state, when he’d attended so generously to her pleasure.
In any case, she was curious.
She stroked her thumb against the bare, warm skin of his neck, then slowly, tentatively let her hand drift lower, her palm skimming over his chest and down his torso to his lower belly—
“Tilly.” He caught her wrist, holding her still, even as his hips thrust upward helplessly, as if seeking her touch. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you?” She peered up at him, at his handsome face, lost in shadows. “Should I not?”
He let out a strained laugh. “I shouldn’t let you.”
“That’s not what I asked, Lord Prestwick.” She levered up onto her elbow, pressed a kiss to his jaw, then settled back down beside him, and let her hands wander over his muscular body. Soon enough he was shuddering, as if it were taking every bit of his restraint not to leap upon her.
Dear God, it was heady, having such a powerful man so hungry for her touch that he couldn’t keep still. But some of her bravado fled at the sight of his cock twitching insistently against his falls. “I’m not, er…exactly sure how to do this.”
“Like this.” He loosened his falls, then took one of her hands, guided it to his stiff cock, and showed her how to stroke him. “That’s it. God,yes,” he hissed, closing his eyes and arching his back. “Just like that, Tilly.”
A shiver tripped down her spine at the low rasp of his voice. She leaned closer to study his engorged cock, the tip red and straining against his stomach, fascinated. She slid her hand down his hard length slowly, taking care not to squeeze too hard, and savoring the slide of the loose, warm skin over the hard length beneath.
“Yes, Tilly. A little harder.” He gave one quick, involuntary thrust beneath her before he stilled, but he couldn’t hide his panting breaths as she continued her caresses, his skin dampening and his neck muscles cording with the effort of staying still.
