The Matter of a Marquess - Jess Michaels Page 0,45
around his hand and gently tugged so that she looked up at him.
And God, what a sight it was: her naked between his legs, all those Rubenesque curves so perfect and soft against him. She was a wicked angel with his wet cock in her hands, her lips red from sucking him, her eyes glazed with desire, her hair tangled around both of them like a net that had snared him.
“I have waited a lifetime to touch you, Aurora,” he grunted as he tugged a little harder and brought her crawling up the length of his body like a seductive cat. “And I want to be inside of you.”
There was a flash of another wicked smile that crossed her face just before her mouth collided with his. The kiss was passion and fire and flame. All things that could destroy…had destroyed him in the past. But this time it was worth it. Touching her was worth any price.
She straddled him, her breath short as she broke the kiss. Their eyes met as she reached between them and positioned herself over his cock.
“Ready?” she whispered.
“For almost ten years,” he responded.
Her expression softened as she glided him inside of her. They moaned in unison as he filled her inch by inch. Her body stretched to accommodate him, flexed and massaged him with steamy heat as he claimed her at last. When he was fully seated inside of her, she rested her forehead against his. Their gazes were still locked as she flexed around him.
“It’s everything I ever wanted,” she murmured, her voice cracking a little.
He cupped the back of her neck, holding her where she was, forcing that eye contact to remain. “Ride me,” he ordered.
There were no more words then, no more thoughts. Just sensation as she rocked over him as he’d demanded. She held his stare, never wavering as she took him and took him. He watched her pleasure turn to frantic need as she ground down harder and harder, reaching for her release. When she found it, he froze, mesmerized by the expression of pure pleasure on her face. Her body rippled around him, stoking his own fire and sending sensation arcing up his cock. He caught her hips as she cried out and lifted into her, harder and faster, drawing her release as long as he could before she collapsed over him, her hands gripping his shoulders.
They kissed, her mouth desperate as she keened against his lips. He whispered her name, drowning in her as the world spun down to the need to release. He wanted to fill her, overflow inside of her, let her milk every drop from his body until he was utterly spent and slept with her surrounding him.
But that was pure folly. If he created a child with this woman, they were bound for life. And he still didn’t even know her intentions or her reasons or really anything at all about the last decade of her existence except that she had ensured he wasn’t part of it.
He rolled her and she gasped as she was pinned beneath him. Still she writhed, gripping him with her slick heat as he pounded hard inside of her. He gave her everything, clinging as long as he could to control before he pulled away from her. She reached for him, and together they stroked his ultrasensitive cock as he came and came and came for what felt like forever.
At last he collapsed onto the bed, yanking her into his side as their legs and arms and lips tangled. It was done. He’d made love to her at last. He had no idea what it meant or what would happen next.
And in that moment, he didn’t care because she was in his arms. She was in his bed. For a little while he wanted to pretend that nothing else mattered.
Aurora smoothed her hand against Nicholas’s chest, her fingers tracing the little scars and hard muscles there. It was almost hypnotic to touch him—she could get lost forever in exploring his body and all the ways to give and receive pleasure from each other.
Even now, she had no idea how long they’d lain like this together since they made love. A few moments? A few hours? Time had no meaning when his strong arms were around her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin that made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t since…well, since he’d left all those years ago.