Beauty Tempts the Beast (Sins for All Seasons #6) - Lorraine Heath Page 0,116
do you know how beautiful you are?”
She didn’t answer, simply took him deeper, and he honestly didn’t know if he was going to survive her enthusiastic ministrations.
Chapter 27
Althea wondered if he could feel her smile. His groans and moans and occasional curses only incited her to torment him further. His fingers kept jerking, his thighs quaked, his stomach quavered.
It made her happy to realize how much he was enjoying this. Not in a giddy, laughing, twirling-in-the-snow sort of way. But in a darkly, delicious, sweet-agony sort of way. She was incredibly familiar with the madness all those contradicting sensations could create. He’d put her through them often enough. It pleased her greatly to be returning the favor.
“Thea . . . sweetheart . . . I can’t take much more.” Gently, he cradled her jaw and eased away from her. “Let me take you to bed now.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it.” Bringing her to her feet, he swept her up into his arms. “Kiss me, so I know what I taste like.”
Plastering her mouth onto his with an enthusiasm indicating she’d die if she didn’t, she swept her tongue over his, sighed as he sucked on her tongue as she’d sucked him. Their fall onto the bed broke the kiss but did little else to separate them as he took his mouth on a journey over the swells of her breasts.
“I’m torn between keeping this damn thing on you and taking it off,” he declared with vehemence.
“Leave it on.”
“It drives me mad. But now it’s my turn.” He scooted down until he was nestled between her thighs. The first stroke along her cleft was with his forefinger. “My God, but you’re wet. You liked what you were doing.”
“I did. Do you like what you’re about to do down there?”
His lids were half-lowered, his gaze sultry. “I wouldn’t be down here if I didn’t.”
Then his tongue replaced his finger, the caress slow and long, and she very nearly saw stars. She was so ready for him. Her little nubbin swollen and throbbing and so very sensitive to his touch. When he tugged on it, she jerked up, almost sitting, cradling his head between her hands. “I think I’m a wanton.”
“I love wantons.”
A suckle, a swirl of his tongue, and her entire body tensed, crying out for release. “I can’t hold on.”
“Then fly.”
“Not without you. Not tonight. I want you inside me.”
With a growl, he moved swiftly, rolling away from her, landing on his back. “Straddle me so I can appreciate this maddening corset.”
Placing her knees on either side of his hips, she rose up. He positioned himself, and she began slowly pushing down until he was completely seated inside her. He filled her entirely, felt so wonderful. She blinked back the tears that threatened. She waited, simply absorbing all the wonderful sensations she experienced when they were joined.
“Can you breathe with this thing on?” he asked.
“Not well.”
“We can’t have that. Besides, I think it’s done its job. It and your mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my entire life.”
She released a small laugh, partly because he sounded so disgruntled, partly because he sounded so satisfied and pleased.
He flicked the hooks free of their mooring, and breath rushed into her lungs. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed it.
After pulling the corset away from her, he dropped it over the side of the bed. He filled his hands with her breasts, began kneading.
She moaned. “That feels so damned good.”
“Did you just use profanity?”
With a smile, she lowered herself, kissed him. “I think my breasts were going to sleep. You’ve woken them up. It feels marvelous.”
Placing his hands at her back, he held her in place as he rolled his shoulders off the bed and closed his mouth around her nipple, suckling and soothing. That felt even better.
He gave the same attention to her other breast, before dropping back down. “You have the reins, sweetheart. Ride me. Fast, slow, gentle, hard. I’ll follow your lead.”
At that moment she didn’t know if it was possible to love him any more than she did. She rose up the length of him, slid back down. It was a different angle from what she’d ever experienced. She liked it. She liked it a lot. Then she began rocking, creating pressure where she needed it.