The Wallflower Wager - Tessa Dare Page 0,36

this the whole cursed day, Penny. I’m going mad with lust, Penny. Penny, Penny, Pen—” She lowered her hips to his. “Christ.”

“That will do for now.”

“Thank God.”

She shifted gently, easing to and fro until his hardness nestled snug against her cleft.

Instinct took over. Penny braced herself on locked arms, hands flat against his chest, as she rubbed her body over his in a slow, steady rhythm.

“That’s it,” he murmured, rocking beneath her. “Just like that. It’s good?”

She nodded, too drunk on sensation to be missish or shy. “So good.”

“Go on, then.”

“Go on and what?”

“Ride me,” he whispered. “Use me. Take your pleasure.”

She hesitated.

“Have you never . . . ? Perhaps they don’t teach that at finishing school.” He moved as though he would free his arms. “I’ll show you.”

“No.” She clasped his biceps, holding him down. “I don’t need help.”

She had a big, beautiful man at her mercy, and she wasn’t going to relinquish control. Oh, she was under no illusions that she had him physically overpowered. He could have flipped their places at any instant.

She hadn’t taken the reins. He’d given her the reins. And that made it all the better.

She decided how to begin, when to stop. Whether to tease them both with grazing friction or grind her hips. She set the pace. It was hers to grant or deny him mercy when he pleaded in a whisper: “Faster.”

With every motion—slow or quick, firm or gentle—her pleasure spiraled higher. Her breathing grew uneven, and she flushed with heat.

She fell forward to kiss him, searching his mouth. Exploring. As their tongues tangled, his whiskers scraped her lips and chin. Her nipples puckered to knots, exquisitely sensitive. With every movement, they kissed the hard planes of his chest.

Bliss rushed at her from all sides, propelling her toward that distant promise of satisfaction. Her rhythm lost all elegance. Her hips jerked and bounced as her urgency grew.

“Yes.” His voice was strained. “Hold nothing back. I want to feel you come against me. I want to hear the sounds you make.”

His words of encouragement had the opposite effect. For the first time, she felt a moment’s trepidation. She’d never climaxed with another person. It had taken her years to feel comfortable with herself, let alone a man. When the pleasure broke, she would be bared to him. More naked than naked.

She let her brow fall against his shoulder, hiding her face. She whimpered against his skin. “Hold me.”

In an instant, he freed his hands and wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair and caressing her back, giving her the safety she needed. “I have you, love. I have you.”

As she began to move once more, his hands slid down her back. He cupped and squeezed her bottom, guiding her. Urging her. Dragging her over his hard length again and again and again. Holding her through that last, unnerving moment of nothingness, and pushing her into the brightness on the other side.

Joy shivered over her skin and pulsed through her veins. She buried her cries of pleasure in the curve of his neck.

As the climax ebbed, the tension left her body, melting into his heat. A beautiful sense of peace drifted through her. As if she were sitting in a toasty room on a cold day, watching snowflakes land on the windowsill.

He didn’t share the same languor. His erection jutted against her belly, still fiercely hard and unsatisfied. He drove a hand between their bodies and tugged at his trouser buttons.

“Sorry,” he said. “Can’t wait any longer.”

Penny rolled to the side. Should she offer to help? It only seemed fair to repay him the favor. But then, she had no idea how to help. Perhaps her fumbling would do more harm than good.

As he slid his hand into his trousers, she came to one unwavering decision. Whether he desired her assistance or not, she was definitely going to watch.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to see. Before her eyes could adjust to the firelight, he had his hand tightly wrapped around the object of her curiosity, and then he pumped his fist so quickly, she saw nothing but a shadowy blur. In a matter of moments, his body jerked and he made a low, guttural sound. With his free hand, he groped for a corner of tangled bedsheet. He drew it over his groin while he shuddered and finished with a few slower strokes.

“That”—he fell back against the bed—“was a close thing. It was all I could do to not spend in my trousers.