languorous ache rolled through Maryann and settled in that secret place between her thighs. She was terribly conscious of her naked breasts pressed against the smooth muscles of her marquess’s chest, and that he moved with her toward the bed, never relinquishing her lips.
He tumbled them, twisting so that his back hit the mattress first and she atop him. Their mouths seduced each other with long, passionate kisses that soon had her squirming atop his hardened body, a desperate ache for more burning through her like the hottest fire.
He kissed her. Again. Over and over. As if he couldn’t get enough of her taste.
Nicolas rolled with her, his large frame blanketing her much smaller one. One elbow braced above her, but his other hand did not remain still. He delved and stroked his fingers over her collarbones and down to her aching breasts. One of his palms cupped her breast, his fingers tweaking at her nipple, stabbing pleasure to the heart of her, then lightly pinched her other nipple, and the shock of that pleasurable pain had her arching sharply upward, flushing her wet sex directly against his hardened manhood.
Then he rubbed a thumb and forefinger over her throbbing peak.
Maryann never imagined a touch to her breast could illicit such a fever of need. She thrust her fingers through his hair, sobbing against his kiss that seemed to burn out of control in its ravishing wildness. Cocooned in the darkness of her chamber, Maryann became lost entirely in the taste, the scent, and the feel of him.
Finally, their mouths parted, and he dipped to kiss the soft hollow of her throat where the pulse tripped like a captive bird. Her thighs were nudged apart, and his heavy weight cradled between her splayed legs. The hand he had between them glided from her breast down to her quivering belly, and much lower. Her body flushed and her chest lifted on ragged pants as his fingertips stroked over her aching sex. She was already wantonly wet for him, and he groaned his pleasure.
Her body was wet, soft, and yielding, and she welcomed the finger he slipped deep inside her. The feeling of him there was so remarkably intimate.
Then that finger stroked in and out, and she gasped at the incredible sensation, gripping the sheets beside her. His mouth took her breast, and he sucked at her in a long, strong pull that she felt right in her belly. The sensual assault on her senses almost felt like too much, and he stroked her over and over as pleasure swelled inside Maryann until it expanded and burst forth in white-hot bliss.
Before she could come down from the high of that delight, he slipped another finger inside her snug passage, and then another. She moaned at the tight fit and the pressure. Then his fingers moved in her alarming wetness. Each stroke into her snug sex was a shock of agonizing pleasure. His head dipped and she slapped a hand over her mouth to contain the sob as he went for her pearl.
He licked her, over and over. Her nub swelled with aching hunger, and she lifted her hips helplessly against his wicked mouth as he tugged her nub between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth.
A hoarse scream slid from her mouth before she could contain it. Maryann tried to pull back from the powerful sensation. His large hands curved underneath her buttocks and held her firmly under the lash of his tongue. Maryann sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure. Her body trembled and sweat slicked her skin.
A wildness rose inside her, and with every lick and pull of his mouth, the heat in her belly grew and expanded. Maryann became a creature of carnality as she stopped trying to escape the raw, heated sensation. Instead, her thighs spilled open wider and she arched her hips more against his devasting mouth.
The shivering sensation low in her stomach felt as if she were falling, and a sense of unalterable consequences beat against her thoughts only to be ripped away under the shock of bliss that tore through her.
“Nicolas,” she wailed, trembling. “I need you…in me!”
He crawled up over her body, dipped his head, and kissed her. It was so gentle, as if he hadn’t just ravaged her senses and left her quaking. He reached between them, fisted his manhood, pressed it against her sex, and pushed.
Her breath gasped from her at the burning sensation.
“You are so damn tight,” he groaned against her mouth.
She released