Royally Seduced - By Marie Donovan Page 0,38

cock swelled even more, rising to her belly.

She wrapped her hand around him and shifted so he was brushing her opening. “Come inside me, Jack.”

He shook his head. “No, you need more.”

She guided his hand between them. “Does this feel like I need more?” She was dripping wet and throbbing.

He gave her a slow smile. “Why, yes, it does. More of this.” He slid a finger into her tight passage and she squeezed down on him. “More of this.” He moved his finger in and out, rotating it around like a naughty little sex toy. He brushed a particular spot and she squealed in surprised pleasure. He immediately returned there. “Oh, yes, the G-spot. And yours is so sensitive. You must like coming from this.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t?” he asked in surprise. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No! I never have before.”

His smile grew positively wicked. “Then allow me to be the first.” He circled her G-spot and alternated light and firm pressure across it.

She gasped as he devoted his entire attention to those few centimeters of tender flesh, murmuring in French as he touched her. She almost came from listening to his dark, sexy accent. He could have been reciting French nursery rhymes for all she cared.

Then he switched into English. “Beautiful Lily, I love to see your naked breasts pointing up, waiting for me to suck on the hard tips. I love to see your smooth skin bead with sweat so I can lick it off. And I love stroking you inside, so wet and hot and tight that I wish it were my cock inside you instead of my finger.”

Her nipples tightened even further at his raunchy sex talk and she grabbed at him to put his money where his finger was, so to speak.

“Not yet. I’ll take you when I say so.” He easily fended her off with an increase in speed that left her gasping.

It was a pleasure that spiraled upward, burrowing deep into her very center, a pleasure that skirted the edge of pain from its intensity. A pleasure that made her dig her heels into the soft bedding and arch her back off the bed as if she were a bow drawn taut and he was a master archer.

“That’s it, Lily, beautiful Lily,” he coaxed her. “Surrender to yourself. Surrender to me.”

“No.” She whipped her head back and forth. She wouldn’t surrender to him or anyone.

“You want to,” he whispered. “You want me to possess you. Like you possessed me with your wicked mouth in the car. Mindless, physical passion.”

She groaned. She’d always been careful to have her mind rule her body, but Jack was turning everything upside down with a wiggle of his finger.

“Do it, Lily. Lust. Sex. All you have to do is feel.”

Suddenly she was tired of thinking. That could come later. She wanted to come now. She sighed and relaxed into the bed, and he chuckled. “That’s it.” He flicked her with his fingertip and then suddenly pressed hard.

She screamed his name and arched off the bed again, twisting the sheets into wrinkled handfuls. Her orgasm blasted through her like a shock wave, the epicenter at his fingertip and radiating out to the far reaches of her body. She quivered and clutched at Jack, her only anchor in the most powerful climax of her life. He held her close and murmured to her in French again as she fought the pleasure and then finally surrendered to it. Surrendered to him. The shock wave became a soothing rocking and finally a ripple.

She opened her eyes and swallowed hard, her mouth dry. Jack stared down at her, his eyes wide. “What?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Only that that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And that you would share it with me.”

“Really?” She was sweaty and probably red as a beet, but he was looking at her as if she were the last truffle in France.

“Really.”

She preened a bit. “I’m not done sharing with you, if you know what I mean.” She reached down and cupped his cock, still stiff as a board after all that foreplay. Poor man, he was so patient. And so virile. She pulled him on top of her so he rested between her legs.

He groaned and thrust against her as she squeezed her thighs around his erection. “Oh, Lily.”

“You like that?”

“I like everything you do to me.” He nudged her legs wide open. “But I love being inside you.” He plunged