The Virgin Who Ruined Lord Gray - Anna Bradley Page 0,95

his arms. “Ask me to suckle you there,” he demanded, withholding his mouth until she was moaning incoherently for him, begging between panting breaths for his lips and tongue on her breasts.

A lifetime passed before he obliged her, or so it felt to Sophia as he tormented her with the rasp of his cheek against her nipples. By the time she felt his hot breath against the straining peaks she was clinging to him, her body arching against his in desperation.

Then, in the next breath he was where she’d begged him to be, his wicked tongue circling and teasing her nipples until Sophia wasn’t sure if she’d scream or swoon. He was no less frantic, his hands closing around her waist to still her as he devoured her, drawing one nipple and then the other into the heated cavern of his mouth, making her squirm and gasp in his arms. He grew more passionate, more desperate with every tug until one of his hands fell away from her waist and a ragged groan dropped from his lips. “Look at me. This is what you do to me.”

Sophia looked down, dazed. Tristan had kicked his breeches off and was stroking himself from his base to his tip, his big hand wrapped tightly around his hard length, the swollen, damp head flushing a deeper red with every pull.

She watched in fascination as his cock twitched and throbbed, her own skin flushing with every broken moan that left his chest until all at once, she couldn’t wait another moment for him. She took his face in her hands and pulled his ravenous mouth away from her breasts to tug at the loose neckline of his shirt. “Take this off.”

Tristan gazed up at her for a moment, his lips as red and swollen as her nipples, his hand still moving up and down his cock. One stroke, two, then he released himself with a hiss and raised his arms. Sophia gathered handfuls of the fine linen in her fists and tugged the shirt over his head. “Make love to me, Tristan.”

“God, yes.” He slid lower to press a hot, wet kiss to her belly.

Sophia lay back against the bed to take in the sight of his smooth, golden skin pulled taut over his broad shoulders and powerful arms. His chest and torso were long and lean, the hard muscles twitching under her stroking hands as she explored him, fascinated. “You’re so…so…”

She trailed off, flushing. The word that came into her head was “beautiful,” but it wasn’t a word used to describe a man, so she held it back, uncertain how he’d react, even as she thought no other word did him justice.

He was beautiful.

He didn’t look like the one other lover she’d had, or like any man she’d ever seen before, and Sophia couldn’t stop herself from trailing her hand over his bare chest, reveling in the warm, tight skin under her fingertips. His body went rigid when she teased a fingertip around his belly-button. She dragged her fingers through the line of soft, dark hair underneath, a smile curving her lips when she made him gasp.

“Sophia.” He let out a harsh groan when she traced one finger down his rigid cock, reveling in the heat of that velvety skin and the way it twitched against his stomach, as if inviting her touch. She stared down at the straining length of him for a breathless moment, then cradled him in her hand, her breath coming faster when Tristan’s eyes dropped closed. High spots of color painted his cheekbones, and his lips parted as he dragged in one ragged breath after another. “Are you teasing me?”

Was she? Sophia hardly knew. She wanted to touch him, to see him pant and groan for her as she’d done for him. “Perhaps I am,” she whispered, her gaze locked on his face as she tightened her fingers and stroked him up and down, as she’d seen him do to himself.

His hips shot up and a sharp hiss fell from his lips. “Harder, pixie. Yes, like that. Your touch drives me mad, Sophia.”

Sophia loved touching him, loved listening to the helpless moans on his lips as he arched and shuddered under her hands. She tightened her grip around him, stroking him faster now. Desire unfurled inside her lower belly when his head fell back and he thrust into her fist, once and then again before he caught her wrist with a strangled groan. “No…no more, or I’ll lose my