The Matter of a Marquess - Jess Michaels Page 0,62

your curves,” he murmured as he licked her nipple, dragging his teeth gently against the hardening flesh. “I could write a soliloquy about these curves. A sermon. Form a whole religion about worshiping your amazing body.”

“I only want one disciple,” she muttered as she dug her fingers into his hair and held him there. He sucked her nipple hard. Her head lolled back. “Suck harder.”

He did so, swirling his tongue around and around and around her until her whole body was hot with unquenchable fire. He switched his attention to her opposite breast, laving and sucking and tormenting all over again. She mewled out pleasure, rocking her hips to his.

“I’ll go slower next time. I’ll take my time and—”

She interrupted by stroking his cock gently. “Please shut up and just take me.”

He laughed as she rolled so that her back faced him. His mouth came to her shoulder. He licked there, then lightly bit, and she pushed her hips back in mute demand. He met it, opening her slightly from behind, aligning his cock, and then he slid inside in one slick thrust.

They both gasped in this new joining and she ground back, turning her face so that he could kiss her. He cupped her breast as he thrust, toying with her, and the pleasure was heady and hot. “I’m going to touch myself while you take me,” she whispered.

He nodded against her shoulder and she felt him adjust, looking over to watch as she drove a hand between her legs. She ground in time to his thrusts, the pleasure building and building until it overtook her. She came, jolting around him as he held her tight to his chest.

“Fucking hell,” he growled. “You are like a glove.”

She panted as the pleasure faded and then briefly separated their bodies to face him again. They were nose to nose, eye to eye, and she felt so connected to him that her chest actually hurt from it. “There has never been pleasure like this for me. Never like this.”

His expression softened slightly, and he nodded like he understood. But then his gaze flitted down her body and he smiled, the wickedness back. “I want a taste.”

He rolled on his back as he said it and slid down on the bed, motioning for her to come up to him.

Her eyes went wide. “Straddle your mouth?”

He nodded. “Oh yes.”

“Er, I’m not some delicate little slender reed,” she said, motioning to the same curves he’d been waxing poetic about a few moments before. “I don’t want to crush you.”

“You won’t,” he promised as he pulled her forward.

She straddled his stomach first, then inched up his chest, the hair there tickling her still-quivering sex. She moved over his face, gripping the headboard behind him, lifting herself a little as he helped guide her into position.

She was still uncertain, but all that vanished when he swiped his tongue over her the first time. Her head dropped back and she moaned his name until it echoed in the room around them.

He chuckled and the vibration shot through her. She ground down, rocking against his tongue and feeling the pleasure mount almost immediately. She was back on the edge in moments as he swirled his tongue against her, sucking as she rode his mouth. She gripped the headboard so hard she feared she might break it. She didn’t want that. She also didn’t want to stop what they were doing, not when she was so close to…

“Yes!” she gasped, her hips flexing out of control as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her. He did just as he’d done the night before, too. He licked her through the crisis, drawing out the pleasure until it edged right up to pain but never tipped over the cliff. Until she was incoherent and shaking.

Only then did he push her away a fraction. She tipped onto her back, head at the foot of the bed, and he sat up, adjusting to cover her body with hers. She stared up into his face, his chin and beard slick with her juices, and her body twitched with need all over again.

“How do you do that?” she whispered as she leaned up to kiss him. She tasted herself on his tongue, drank of her own pleasure like it was heady wine.

“Practice,” he said.

She shook her head, ignoring his teasing. “How do you make it so easy?”

“Because I want to make you happy,” he said, staring down into her eyes, the lightness gone from his