Page 112 of An Inconvenient Vow

Sabina almost gasped at the endearment. He certainly had not addressed her as such before. She let her thighs fall apart and his breathing hitched. Sabina lifted her head off the pillow bearer to assure him that he did not have to do anything he was unsure about when she saw the rapt expression on his face as he settled between her legs, lying on his stomach. Oh. He really wanted to do this for her.

“Gods,” he groaned. “I want to touch you with my tongue the way you showed me with your fingers.” Sabina’s eyes widened. “Do you think you would like that?”

“I—um, I—not sure,” she panted. Why was she finding it so hard to draw breath?

“Just lie back and let me try it,” he said, running a warm hand up her thigh.

“Yes, I will,” she agreed, collapsing back against the cushions. The first nudge of his tongue against her bud had her lifting her head again with a gasp. She gazed down, scarcely able to believe her eyes which showed Jeffree’s golden head between her thighs as he licked at her with increasing enthusiasm. It seemed there was no fear of his not liking it, she thought feeling dazed and incredulous.

“Ohhh!” she moaned, biting her lip.

He paused. “Good?”

“Oh, yes!” She had to shut her eyes against the sight of his glistening mouth, but that just made her focus more on the wet sounds they were creating between them. Sabina’s heart thundered in her chest. She could scarcely believe that the uptight Jeffree de Crecy was lapping at her like this. How could he be… so abandoned? she marveled, her ears burning as the sensations built low in her belly.

Suddenly he gave up teasing her alternatively with the tip and the flat of his tongue and started rubbing her bud with the pad of his thumb whilst running his tongue along either side of it. Sabina clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream as she hurtled through a shuddering orgasm.

The next thing she knew, she was back in Jeffree’s arms sobbing against his chest and he was murmuring against her brow as though he remembered how terribly sensitive she grew just after she reached her peak. “Well,” she said weakly, once her breathing had evened out. “I never, never, never would have imagined such treatment from the heir of Ganford Chase.”

Jeffree laughed softly. “Madam,” he said, “I am just getting started.”

Sabina chuckled, but she could feel the tension running all through his body, particularly his manhood, which pressed insistently against her hip. She twisted in his arms.

“Lie down on your back, Jeffree,” she urged him, pushing on his solid bulk. For a moment, nothing moved, then he seemed to comprehend what she was asking and released her to lie back on the mattress. “Good, Jeffree,” she praised him warmly, rolling onto her stomach and crowding against him.

He made that growling noise in his throat, and screwing her courage to the sticking place, Sabina swung one of her legs over his thighs and eased on top of him. A thrill ran down her whole body as her soft, pliant body slid against his, for the contrast between them had never felt more glaringly obvious. She could feel his hard, unrelenting muscle pressed up against her.

Jeffree grunted as she forced herself to relax, ignoring the insistent press of hard flesh she had trapped now against her soft belly. Good grief, he was impressive. Almost alarmingly so. One of his hands grabbed the braid hanging down to her waist, wrapping it around his hand and lightly tugging it.

Lowering herself down over his upper body, Sabina swallowed, suppressing a whimper as her sensitive full breasts came into contact with the hair of his golden chest. She need not have bothered, for Jeffree’s own groan was so loud he quite startled her and would have surely drowned out any noise she might have made.

“Is all well?” she whispered down at him, for Jeffree had squeezed his eyes shut. Resting her elbows on the mattress on either side of his neck, Sabina swallowed and tried by sheer will alone to slow the rapid beating of her heart. “Do you want me to get back off? Am I too heavy?” she ventured, glancing back at the spot she had vacated.

“No!” His eyes sprang open and they blazed bright blue. “Don’t you dare.” His low voice was so incensed it brought a half-smile to Sabina’s lips. His hand tightened about her braid as though to prevent her retreat.

Sabina gazed down, feeling a surge of warmth toward him again. She had felt it on a few occasions now, never even suspecting the true cause. “You are very beautiful, Jeffree,” she murmured, tipping her head to one side as she contemplated his face. He made a choked sound by way of reply. When he looked at her like that, she felt almost confident in her role. “Your muscles and sinews are well-formed indeed.” She wiggled her hips. “And this part most particularly.”

Up to this moment, he had been breathing noisily through his nose like a bull, but at this point, he stopped breathing altogether and just stared up at her as though transfixed. “Gods,” he uttered. “Are you trying to-to make me humiliatemyself?” he demanded in a strangled voice.

“I’m trying to seduce you,” she admitted frankly. “Tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

“What you’re doing wrong?” he wheezed. “Absolutely naught, but I am in danger of spending against your belly at this moment.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

“I do not think you will,” she murmured, trailing fingers down his chest.

His hips thrust up and he groaned aloud. “Have mercy,” he whispered. “Since last we lay together, I have thought of nothing else. I have… longed for this. For you.”

She stared down at him in amazement. “Jeffree,” she murmured, quite shaken, for he made her sound well nigh irresistible.

“Take me inside you,” he implored. As though unable to stop himself, his hands seized her hips and lifted her over him. Sabina felt a vague panic steal wash her as lowered her over the insistent thrust of his cock. “Have a care with me Jeffree!”

Hearing the panic in her voice, he halted at once. “Always,” he vowed.

Sabina’s fingers clutched at his shoulders. “I trust you,” she panted. “’Tis just that you need to go slow with me. You are on the large side and—” To her surprise, even as she said this, her cleft yielded to the insistent press and she engulfed the bulbous head before she was scarce aware of the fact. She had forgotten how wet he had gotten her, she realized with a shocked gasp as she slid a couple of inches down his thick shaft.

Jeffree groaned and muttered something. He did not thrust, but his whole body flexed hard and Sabina sank another inch onto him. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Tell me when I can move.”

“You can m-move!” Sabina gasped as Jeffree’s hips drove up, driving his length and breadth into the very heart of her. “Ohhhh!” she groaned, her head dropping back. “Oh, Jeffree!”