Last Dance in London (Rakes on the Run #1) - Sydney Jane Baily Page 0,128

her under him again.

“Mm,” she sighed, relishing the warmth and weight of his body atop her own.

Another slow kiss, and then he picked up where they’d left off before. Leaning on his elbows, he dropped a kiss on her parted lips, making sure her tongue was thoroughly stroked and sucked.

When she couldn’t help mewing like a cat, he kissed his way down to her breasts, cupping each, thumbing her nipples, which pebbled instantly, and then bending low to suck one before the other.

Unexpectedly, he offered her his thumb while keeping his mouth on her body.

After the briefest hesitation, she took it into her mouth.

He groaned against her plump breast.

She sucked.

He groaned again, and she felt the sensual sound all the way to her womanly core.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Do you have to ask?”

“How odd,” she said, and sucked again.

To her surprise, she felt his shaft twitch against her leg.

“Not odd,” he said, licking her skin. “Every part of the body is sensitive and can play a part in love-making. You’ll see.”

He seared a wet trail to her sweet navel, swirling his tongue around it, and her stomach clenched beneath his mouth.

“Some places more than others,” she admitted, her tone breathless.

“True,” he agreed, and finally quenched her anticipation by settling his mouth upon the soft curls delicately covering her entrance.

With nimble fingers, he parted her, touching the tip of his tongue to her bud, which seemed to swell slightly when he did. Gently, he took it between his lips and sucked.

“Ohh,” she moaned, already wet to his touch, already arching against his mouth.

“I’m aching so badly for you, my lady,” he vowed, “but I don’t want to rush this.”

“Jasper,” she whispered. “Jasper, please!”

After a few minutes of his teasing and her body turning molten, she needed him inside her.

“Please,” she said, breathing hard, urging him with her hands until he covered her body again with his.

Nestled between her open thighs, he gazed down and she looked back, memorizing his expression as he thrust into her, inch by inch.

She bit her lower lip, still watching him, trusting him, feeling curiosity at this new sensation. He caused her no pain, and soon, he was sheathed inside her as far as he could go, with their hips touching.

“I thought it would hurt,” she said.

“You were so slippery and ready,” Jasper reasoned. “I’m going to move now,” he added. “All right?”

She clasped her hands around his bare back, feeling a sheen of sweat dampening him. He was restraining himself, she thought, probably desperate to pull back and plunge again.

She nodded.

Raising upon his hands, straightening his arms so he had leverage, he drew back slowly, and she sighed.

“That feels very good,” she confessed as her body tugged at his shaft. When he drove forward again, he filled her. Again, and again. It was an amazing, exhilarating, intimate dance.

For a few delicious minutes, he repeated this movement, his hips rocking gently and hers mirroring his.

“Good?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh yes!”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confessed, “I’m afraid I cannot prolong our ride.” His voice sounded strained. “But if you’ll let me stay the night, we can go more slowly the second time.”

They could do it a second time in one night? This was an interesting nut of information she hadn’t known before.

“Julia, darling, reach between us and hold yourself open so you can feel me better.”

She did as he instructed. When he angled his hips, running his hard length across her sensitive nubbin, she could think of nothing at all. The next few minutes were solely the give and take of their bodies as they partook of a wickedly sensual, horizontal waltz.

He lowered onto his forearms and kissed her again. Despite the passion between them, she felt his tenderness. Parting her lips, Julia welcomed his tongue into her mouth, as he mimicked the thrusting of his hips, and she would swear she saw stars. Finding the boldness to suck his tongue in return, she heard him moan.

When her hips left the mattress to meet his, feeling desperate for release, Jasper leaned slightly to one side slipping his hand between their bodies, brushing her fingers out of the way before he stroked her throbbing bud.

As if he’d pushed a magical lever, her body tensed and her inner muscles tightened around him while her hips stilled.

Drawing in air, not realizing she’d been holding her breath, Julia arched her neck. Closing her eyes, she let her pleasure overtake her in waves, her body