A Portrait of Love (The Academy of Love #3) - Minerva Spencer Page 0,72
triumph. Instead, he kept stroking.
“Did you sleep?” she asked after a few moments, her quickly heating body telling him that she was not as cool as she sounded.
“A little. Did you?”
She shook her head, and Simon allowed his fingers to graze her pelvis, ghosting close to her sex, but never touching her.
“Why not?” he asked, moving his fingers into safer waters for a moment, just until her heart stopped pounding against her ribs hard enough to break them.
“I couldn’t.”
“Oh?” he breathed the word behind her ear, and licked her, a nice, long lave up the back of her neck. She tasted salty and sweet and made him almost insane.
Her body thrummed under his mouth and her breathing stopped.
“Honoria, breathe, darling.” He ran his hand lightly over her mound, the heat of her scorching even through two layers of clothing.
She shuddered and pushed back against him.
Simon had to catch his lower lip in his teeth to keep back his groan. This time, when he stroked, he also tugged up her nightgown a little.
“You were telling me why you couldn’t sleep, sweetheart.” He felt her jolt at the endearment and smiled.
Stroke, tug.
“Oh. Well, because.”
Stroke, tug.
“Because?”
Stroke, tug.
“I’ve never slept with anyone before.”
Her words reminded him that he would be the first man to enter her body and the thought made him throb so powerfully he became dizzy.
Stroke, tug.
The tips of his fingers grazed naked skin and it was his turn to shudder.
“Are you cold?” she asked.
“A little,” he lied. “You’re so warm.” He should have felt like a scheming worm, but when she snuggled back against him, her soft, rounded cheeks grinding against an erection hard enough to cut diamonds, he felt like a bloody king.
On his next sweep, his hand encountered a warm, smooth thigh.
“You’ve pulled up my clothes.” She sounded surprised and confused—but not angry.
“I have,” he admitted. Why hide what he was up to? “I want to touch your skin. Do you like the feel of my hand?”
Again she swallowed noisily, but nodded.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stop himself from flipping her onto her back and plowing into her. Perhaps, if she let him, he could content himself with giving her pleasure rather than taking her virginity, which didn’t seem quite right when he was still jug-bitten.
He nuzzled her, inhaling her scent, kissing her whisper-soft skin. “Will you let me touch you? Will you trust me not to hurt you—only to give you pleasure?”
An eternity passed … and then she nodded.
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Never in her life had anything felt so good. Not only did his tall, strong body feel heavenly molded to hers, but his hand—
He stroked her again, his fingers gently combing through the curls covering her mons, skimming lightly over something so sensitive that a low moan escaped her tightly clenched jaws.
Simon pressed tighter, his arm coming beneath her body, crossing her chest diagonally and pulling her tight while he pushed the hard ridge of his desire against her bottom and lower back, grinding against her so hard it hurt. But it was a delicious pain.
“Do you feel that Honoria—my desire?” The words rumbled through her body as he ground against her yet again, harder this time. “I want you so much.”
This time when he touched her, he parted her sensitive, swollen folds and she bucked in his arms.
“Sh, sh, sh,” he murmured, his finger drifting away from her core toward her entrance. She stiffened when he gently probed. “It won’t hurt,” he promised, sliding a digit into her wetness.
Honey’s shuddered at the sudden breeching.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, his chest vibrating against her back, his finger sliding in and out of her suddenly slick body while his thumb rubbed the skin just beneath the nub that occasionally woke her in the middle of the night.
An irresistible pressure built inside her—the indescribable sensation spreading and intensifying.
“Oh God, Honoria—you’re so hot and tight. I wish I could see you … taste you”
She jolted at his raw words, every muscle in her body clenching.
“I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside you—to stretch you and fill you.” And then he bit her shoulder—hard.
Honey gasped at his animalistic claiming and intense waves of joy radiated from her sex, flooding her body with exquisite pleasure.
“Oh, darling,” he said, his voice wonderous. “Did you come already?”
Honey had never heard the word used that way before, but her thighs were slippery and wet and knew what he meant.