Page 141 of The Language of Love

“I thought you weren’t coming.” She was pleating the sheet, her movements jerky and anxious.

Tell me. Tell me. Tell me, he begged silently.

Instead, she dimmed the lamp beside her bed, leaving only the candles behind Henry burning.

Shadows danced on her pale face as Henry sat down on the bed. “Annis, are you—”

She pushed out from beneath the bedding and launched herself onto his lap, straddling his thighs and covering his throat with hot, frantic kisses as she ground her soft cleft against his aching shaft.

Henry groaned and pulsed his hips, stroking himself against the silky fabric of his dressing gown, which was all that separated her sweet little pussy from his cock.

“I need to see you.” He easily put her at arm’s length, even though she resisted.

“No,” she whimpered. “I wasn’t finished with you.”

He ignored her complaining and squirming and dropped his gaze to where her gossamer-fine nightgown had rucked up around her bare hips, exposing the golden triangle of curls to his hungry gaze.

Christ, she was beautiful. Henry had come to her in darkness these past few weeks to restrain his impulses. Lord, but he’d missed the sight of her.

He slid a finger between her pouting lips and lightly flicked her clitoris, smiling at the sounds she made as he teased her swollen bud.

Her hand closed over his wrist. “Please,” she begged in a husky voice. “You never let me give you pleasure.”

Henry could have easily broken free from her grasp, but he was curious what she would do, so he nodded and released her.

She leaned forward and clamped her hot mouth over his nipple.

Henry hissed as she suckled him, bucking up against her and rolling his hips, the motion stroking his cock, which was still trapped beneath his bloody dressing gown. She met him thrust for thrust and they fell into an erotic rhythm that satisfied them both if the purring sound she was making was anything to go by.

When her movements became jerky, Henry reached between her thighs, intending to bring her to climax.

But Annis released his nipple with a damp, sucking pop and sat back, her delicate hands splayed over his chest. “No. You always take care of me. I want to take care of you.” She stared down at him with eyes that glittered like sapphires beneath their heavy lids. “Teach me.”

He took her wrist and moved her hand toward the flap of his dressing gown.

“No,” she said again, her eyelids drooping even more, twin spots of bright red blooming in her cheeks. “With my mouth.”

His balls, already full and aching, tightened at her words.

She parted her lips and then deliberately swiped her tongue over the lower one.

Henry growled and lifted her off his lap before standing. He shrugged out of his robe, smirking at the way her breathing stuttered when she looked at the evidence of his desire for her.

“Pull off your gown and then sit on the bed with your legs crossed,” he ordered.

She quickly complied, baring her body to his greedy eyes.

Henry tore his gaze away long enough to locate the small set of steps that he never used, moving them until they were in front of her. When he stepped onto the first riser, it brought his body to the right level.

It would have been easier to have her kneel on the floor, but the carpets were old and thin, and he didn’t want her to be any more uncomfortable than she needed to be this first time. Already he worried that his thick shaft wouldn’t fit into her small rosebud of a mouth.

He took her hand and closed her fingers around him, just below the crown. “Use my foreskin to stroke me. Like so.” He moved her hand in a pumping gesture, exposing the ruddy head and weeping slit and slicking her palm before pushing her hand back down.

“Yes,” he said gruffly, as her grip tightened. “The crown has the most feeling, especially just below the ridge. Use your tongue and lips there. Just make sure you don’t use your teeth.”

She smiled at that, her eager expression making him throb for her.

Watching her take him was every bit as erotic as the silky heat of her mouth. Her lips stretched and stretched to accommodate his girth, until they were thin, pale pink lines.