to stroke him from base to tip and back again. On the third time down, she pointed her finger and swept it along the soft sac beneath.
“You can cup them.” He sounded like he was clenching his teeth.
She didn’t look up to verify if that was true for she was far too engrossed in her task. With each stroke, he seemed to surge against her. A drop of wetness gathered at the tip. Apparently they could both be wet—she knew he would be later, when he released his seed.
“You can also move faster,” he murmured, his voice low and coarse. “If you like. But that will send me to the brink.”
“Will it?” She glided her hand around him with more speed then cupped his balls. Pitching her head down, she breathed against his tip. “And my mouth should do the same?”
“Yes.” He pressed on her head, urging her forward.
She licked him, a slow, languid glide around the head and down the underside along a thick vein. Curling her hand around the base, she brought her mouth back up then sucked him along her tongue.
He swore violently, his hand tugging her hair. “Go slow. Please. I won’t last if you don’t.”
He hadn’t guided her wrong yet, so she did as he asked and swallowed his length with a slow glide before easing back once more. She did this more times than she could count, tasting the salt of him on her tongue.
“Anne, I can come in your mouth or I can shag you. Which do you want? And decide quickly.”
She released him and looked up into the strained contours of his face. “Can’t I have both?”
“Not today.”
“Which do you want?” She continued to stroke him with her hand.
Wordlessly, he stripped the rest of his clothes away then did the same for her, nearly tearing her petticoat in the process of wresting it from her body. She helped him with the chemise and had barely cast it away before he picked her up and rotated her on the bed.
He knelt on the mattress and moved between her legs, his gaze sweeping over her body. His lids drooped as his head came down and he claimed her mouth. She arched up from the bed, eager for his touch. He cupped her breast and toyed with her nipple, pinching and tugging as their kisses, hot and wet, grew shorter and more desperate.
Panting, they explored each other, their hands moving eagerly over heated flesh. He swept his fingertips down her side and clasped her hip. She splayed her palms on his back and moved them down until she found the curve of his backside. When his hand moved between her thighs, she held her breath. Her sex, already sensitive, ached for him.
He moved his hips, and his cock was against her, nestled at her sheath. He stroked her clitoris, stirring her desire, before he guided himself into her.
“Breathe, Anne. I’m going to go very slowly.”
He did. Even more slowly than she’d done when she’d had him in her mouth. She wanted him inside her completely, but as her flesh stretched to accommodate him, she realized this was for the best.
It didn’t hurt, but there was a tenderness. Of course there would be. She’d never done this before. “I’m so glad this is you,” she said softly, cupping his nape.
He looked into her eyes. “Thank you. For this gift—for you.” He slid completely into her then, or so she thought because she felt incredibly full. Brushing her hair back from her face, he ran his thumb over her forehead. It was such a sweet, caring gesture, and again she was aware of the stark intimacy between them, of knowing and feeling someone in a way she never had before. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Is this…all?”
He chuckled and gave her a swift kiss. “No. This is just the beginning. Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, curling her thighs against his.
“Higher,” he said. “Around my waist.”
Oh, that was better. She thought she was full before, but he seemed to slide even deeper. “Oh Lord,” she breathed.
“Lord Bodyguard,” he said with a smile just before he began to move.
He withdrew and thrust into her again, still moving incredibly slowly. She felt his body quiver, sensed the power that he kept under a tight rein. Though she’d never experienced this, she knew when he moved more quickly, they would both get where they wanted to be—to the brink as he’d said before when he’d cautioned her against going too fast.
She