The Matter of a Marquess - Jess Michaels Page 0,41

so he slid down that lovely throat, tasting her skin as he eased his way lower and lower. She arched into him as he stroked his palm over one full breast, squeezing gently, strumming his thumb over the nipple.

She watched him touch her, her lips slightly parted, her tongue darted out to wet them. The action sent a jolt of heat sluicing through his balls, shocking through his system. Animal desires, the ones he could normally control when he did this, overwhelmed his senses, and he ducked his head and licked the nipple he’d been pinching.

Her fingers dug into his hair, her voice ragged as she called out his name. He continued to suck, lifting her breast, puckering her nipple with his tongue before he switched to the opposite side and repeated it all again. She was writhing beneath him then, her hips bumping him and her head lolled against the pillows.

It was remarkable to bring her pleasure, especially since she was so responsive to it. He grazed her skin and she jolted, he sucked her and she moaned. She was a glorious celebration of decadent pleasure and he wanted to feast on her forever.

He slid lower on the bed, kissing the softness of her belly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. He loved all her curves, always had, and even more so now that they were spread out on display before him. He intended to worship them and her.

He placed a hand on each thigh and pushed, opening her wider as he settled between her legs. Her sex glistened and he breathed in the musky scent of her, memorizing every nuance of it as he spread her outer lips open and stroked a thumb along the slick pink entrance.

She was shaking as she stared down at him, and he lifted his gaze to hers, watching as he pressed his mouth to her trembling sex at last.

Aurora had read about such things. She and Imogen had discussed this act in detail, because her friend had experienced it and Aurora had not. But she’d never imagined the intense sensation of it, not perfectly.

Nicholas’s whiskers kissed her thighs, her sex, as he licked her in one long, languid stroke. She jolted with pleasure, the kind that had been building and building since he first kissed her in the library. The kind that only burned hotter now that he’d moved that kiss decidedly southward.

He licked again, and this time he swirled his tongue around her clitoris. She gripped the coverlet in both hands, grinding against him helplessly and moaning in an incoherent plea for more. He did not disappoint. With a low, feral chuckle, he proceeded with gusto, holding her open as he licked and sucked the length of her sex over and over again. He painted her with pleasure, stimulated every sensitive nerve ending as she writhed in hopeless, helpless bliss beneath him.

Just as she thought it couldn’t get better, that these endless ripples of sensation were everything, he got serious. He focused, putting all his attention on her clitoris. He sucked, pulsing endlessly, tapping her with the tip of his tongue.

Orgasm had always come with a great deal of effort for Aurora. She’d only found it a few times with her late husband, more often with her own hand. But it was something she had to reach for, strive for, work for.

This orgasm hit her like a wave crashing over the shore: effortless and unexpected. It went on and on, rising and rising as he continued to torment her with this mouth. She bucked against him, muffling her screams of pleasure against her palm so she wouldn’t bring the house down around them.

Finally, he seemed to have had enough of riding the waves of her pleasure. He lifted his head, looking up at her, beard slick and lips tilted in a decidedly wicked smile.

“Just as delicious as I always imagined,” he said. “Want to taste?”

Her body jolted with the question and she nodded, unable to form coherent words when she was still tingling from head to toe. He crawled up the length of her body, caging her in with his arms, then bent his head and kissed her gently, deeply.

She tasted herself on his lips, just as he’d offered. Sweet and earthy, and the knowledge that she was doing something so wicked made her want to do more and more and more with this man. He seemed to have the same thought, for he reached between them and