The Consolation Prize (Brides of Karadok #3) - Alice Coldbreath Page 0,101
tongue there to taste him.
He gave a muffled yell at that and fearing he would try to stop her, Una opened her mouth wide and closed it over the head of his cock, engulfing him in her mouth. She felt Armand jolt beneath her, and then he was sat bolt upright, his hands on her, urging her up his body.
“I can’t stand anymore,” he said shakily when Una tried to protest. “You win, just let me inside you.”
“Well, but—” She found herself dragged into his lap in a rather undignified fashion, with her breasts out and her hair spilling around her shoulders.
“Gods,” he rasped, his eyes roaming over her hungrily. “You’re so—”
Catching the expression on his face, Una felt like the most desirable woman in existence. He captured her lips in a kiss of sheer desperation, crushing his mouth to hers. Did they kiss last time they played this game? Then his fingers were between her legs and he was groaning again to find her wet for him.
“Armand!” she gasped reproachfully for her lead role had clearly gone by the wayside now, as he lifted her thigh and urged her to straddle his throbbing staff. She knew a moment’s alarm when he thrust up and lodged deeply inside her. He felt extremely large from this angle. She winced and he stilled at once.
“Una?”
She moved tentatively on him and felt him ease further inside. “All is well,” she assured him. He remained still as she resettled over him, lowering herself, until they were both breathless and face to face, their nether hair intertwined. Then he leaned forward and kissed her, his hands in her hair. She could feel the sheer strength and eagerness in his body, yet still he held himself taut, even when she could feel the urgency thrumming through him.
“Ride me now, Una,” he said, bouncing her on his cock, showing her the motion, he craved. “Bear down on me, my sweet. Use me for your pleasure.”
There was no playful talk of dragons now, she thought, as one hand came to rest over the swell of her breast and the other squeezed her bottom. He was ready to burst and wanted her to reach her peak first. Una started the grinding motion he’d initiated, and he lowered his head to suck one nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
Una moaned, clutching his head as his hand moved from her hip to slide between her legs and he concentrated his circling his thumb on that one sensitive spot between her legs that soon had her panting and gasping with need. Her movements became jerkier and less controlled as the excitement steadily built inside of her. Everything felt connected, Armand’s sucking mouth, the pad of his thumb, and the steady throb of his deep penetration, all of it spurred her higher and higher, until she finally with a cry, she blazed right up and burst in a shower of sparks behind her eyelids.
Then and only then, did Armand roll her onto her back and drive into her four or five times before he joined her in sweet oblivion, collapsing on top of her with a loud groan. After a moment or two, Una found she could muster enough strength to lift a hand and stroke his brow.
“I definitely came out on top in that encounter,” she said drowsily.
“You really did,” he agreed in a gravelly voice, then raised his head from her breast with a slight frown. “Where did you learn to do that?” When she hesitated, he looked alarmed. “Don’t tell me I made you do it on our wedding night.”
“No, of course not,” she spluttered. “You worry far too much about that encounter, you know.”
“Of course, I do,” he said gruffly. “I can’t remember it and you were a virgin.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Weren’t you?”
Una gazed up at him, speechless for a moment. “Of course, I was,” she said shocked, and meeting his hard gaze unflinchingly.
He drew back from her. “Did you have any lovers before me, Una?” he asked, and Una saw a faint color rise to his cheeks. She shook her head. Where was this coming from? “Then how did you know men like that?” he asked.
She hesitated to tell him her knowledge was gleaned from the ribald talk of soldiers. “I … heard things,” she admitted. “You forget I was surrounded by rough soldiers for a good deal of the time. They were not coy when they discussed women.”