to climax just from watching him and sucking his finger?
“I think you’re ready,” he murmured, his eyes lazy slits. “I know I am.”
She released his finger with a soft pop.
“Find a position that is comfortable.”
She lowered herself, her knees between his thighs, pushing his legs wider as she brought her face closer and closer, until she was mere inches away from his erect organ: it looked far too big to fit in her mouth without chafing him.
“Take me in your hand.”
She did.
“Explore and get the sense of me.”
Her mouth immediately went to the slick head. She tongued the small slit, and he groaned, his buttocks tightening and his hips pressing up—just as hers had.
She smiled, thrilled by his reaction, and ran her tongue around the underside of his flared head, fascinated by the growing moisture, which tasted mildly salty.
He tilted his chin down to look at her. “You are teasing me.”
She tongued the slit, and he jolted.
“I have created a monster.” His head dropped to the bed.
Drusilla laughed, heady with her newfound power.
* * *
Gabriel hadn’t been this hard in his life. His wife was inexperienced, but she made up for that with eager curiosity. He had to keep reminding himself this was the starchy, stern Miss Clare kneeling between his thighs. That it was her sharp, acerbic tongue and clever mouth that was laving and sucking. One of her hands stroked him with increasing skill while the other explored his pelvis, stomach, and, oh!, his nipple.
She chuckled against his stiff, slick flesh, her laughter echoing up his erection straight to his heart. He wanted to savagely thrust into her, to feel her throat tighten against the exquisitely sensitive skin, to fill her and to claim her in this manner, as well as every other.
Instead he lightly caressed a naked shoulder, her throat, her jaw, his fingers drifting to where she held him in her mouth. The feel of her lips stretching tight to accommodate his girth drove him beyond endurance.
“Come up here,” he growled, hooking his hands beneath her shoulders and pulling her off his far-too-excited cock. “Up on your knees, straddle my hips,” he said when she looked adorably confused.
“Was it not good?” she asked, wiping a wet sheen from her pouty lower lip with the tips of her fingers.
“It was very good, but I want you this way.”
Her eyebrows crept up her forehead and she looked down, realizing, apparently, that she was naked. She covered her breasts with her hands and then gasped as her fingers grazed her erect nipples, surprise and arousal on her face. So, his little sensualist had never fondled her pretty breasts. He would enjoy watching her discover them.
He took his cock and nudged it between her thighs. Once he was positioned, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down while thrusting up. Hard.
Her eyelids fluttered and her head dropped back. Gabriel took her hips in a punishing grip and drove them both to ecstasy.
* * *
“Gabriel?”
“Hmmm?” He lay beside her with his eyes closed, holding one of her hands on his bare chest and absently moving it in circles.
“When will you tell your mother about Samir?”
He groaned.
They’d discussed the matter earlier in the evening, but he’d not given any indication of when he would go.
“I will go to her in the morning.”
That was exactly what she’d wanted to hear. “Good. I want to go with you today.”
His eyes opened, and he turned. “I thought you said you didn’t wish to be there for that conversation?”
“I don’t.”
“So where do you wish to go with me?”
“I want to go with you today when you fetch Samir.”
“Oh, Drusilla, that—”
“These women—Giselle and Maria.” She had to force herself to say their names. “They are part of his life and he speaks of them with great affection. I can hardly pretend they do not exist.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because it is—” He muttered something she could not hear. “Because it is not done; that is why.”
“A lot of what we are doing is not done. Besides, I have never given any credit to not doing things simply because they haven’t been done in the past.” The bed shook, and she realized he was laughing silently. “What? Why are you laughing?”
“I’m laughing at the sheer understatedness of your words.”
“I don’t believe understatedness is a word.”
He laughed outright this time and kissed her shoulder.
“I am serious—I will not be distracted on this subject.”
He leaned onto his side and kept kissing, over her arm, and down, twitching off the sheet that covered