Always the Rival (Never the Bride #7) - Emily E K Murdoch Page 0,40
and she drew back.
“No – no, I want you close,” he managed. “Touch me, Priscilla. Do what you want with me.”
She was hardly an expert in the ways of love, and Priscilla swallowed as she looked at his body. Muscles tightened in places she had not even realized muscles could be, hair spread down his chest and toward…
Her fingers reached out, and as she touched the taut skin of his manhood, Charles twisted, gasping, but no words came out.
A strange sense of mischief fell across Priscilla. She could feel the desire pooling in her body, and somehow it grew as she watched the effect she had.
“I-I want to kiss you,” she said.
Charles still had his eyes shut, but he nodded. “Do whatever you want.”
Priscilla licked her lips. This was not something she was sure about, but the instinct was strong. Pushing herself a little further down the bed, she lowered her mouth slowly and placed a wet kiss on the tip of his manhood.
“Ah!” Charles’s eyes shot open, and he sat up.
Priscilla moved backward, apologies already falling from her lips. “I am sorry, forgive me, Charles – I thought –”
“Please do that again.”
She blinked and saw the haze of sensual delight in his face. “You…you want me to do it again?”
“For the love of God, yes,” Charles whispered. “You surprised me, that is all. I thought…please, keep doing that. I will get on my knees and beg you.”
A small part of Priscilla wanted to make him do just that, but heat was pooling between her legs, and the thought of him kissing her in that place almost made her cry out. If her imagination was anything like the truth…
He had lain back down. “Please.”
Priscilla swallowed. Lowering herself down again, she used a quivering hand to guide his manhood back to her mouth. After just a few kisses, seeing the reaction of his twitching legs, she grew bolder. Licking her lips once more, she took him into her mouth.
“Priscilla!”
Unable to reply, she sucked slowly on his skin. His hand moved, touching her hair lightly, and then slowly pushed her head down.
After just a minute of this, a hand pulled at her shoulder.
“No more,” croaked Charles, and there was a hazed smile across his face as she looked up, concerned. “If you keep doing that, you’ll get no joy yourself. Now.”
He was up before she realized what was happening, pushing her back. He was smiling, and this was not the smile she had ever seen on Charles’s face before. This was wicked.
“Now it’s your turn.”
She opened her mouth to ask what he could possibly mean, but then she cried out, “Charles!”
He had urged her legs apart and gently kissed her warm place.
“Charles,” she whimpered, hardly knowing what to do with herself as his tongue ventured a little deeper inside her. “Oh, Charles, yes!”
There was something building in her, building in a way she did not understand, but she wanted it, more of it, more of him.
One of her hands moved jerkily toward him, and she arched her back and closed her eyes, unable to take in any more sensations as she felt his head gently nuzzle into her.
The wave was coming, and she was going to crest soon. “Charles!”
Her whole body exploded, intense bliss pouring through her body as her legs jerked, unable to stay still. And still, he teased her, kissing her, licking her, holding her hips down so she could not escape him – as though she would ever want to.
Eventually, she knew not how long, the sensual pleasure slowed, and her body became still. She opened her eyes, barely able to breathe.
Charles looked up. “I could do that to you all day.”
Priscilla smiled. “And by God, I would let you. Now, come here.”
There was still an ache in her that was unsatisfied, but again instinct told her what that was. As Charles moved forward between her legs, she clung to him as he kissed her.
“I want you,” she murmured, “I want you inside me.”
Charles kissed her neck. “I know.”
For a terrible moment, he left her alone on the bed, but he returned almost immediately, gently rolling something down his manhood. A preservative, of course. They could not risk any lingering evidence of this night.
Then his hand moved from her face as she felt him guide his manhood and slowly, slowly, he entered her.
She had expected pain. Was that not what her mother had warned her about, had told her was an inevitable part of the process?