Her breath was already coming in short rasps when he slid a hand between her thighs, stroking her wetness and gently but firmly urging them apart. She already ached to be filled, but then he molded his hands to her hips and pulled her up against his mouth. Her treacherous legs trembled, her knees threatened to buckle. She gripped his shoulders. “N-no.” She exhaled in hope-filled terror while a pool of liquid heat filled her sex.
“Oh, yes,” he growled into her nest of curls. “I can smell your arousal, Diana, sharp and pungent, the most potent of perfumes. You are soaking my hand with liquid desire. I want to bask in it, fill my senses with your very essence, kiss and taste and tongue you until we’re both blind and writhing to have my cock buried deep inside you.”
Before she could voice another protest his tongue invaded her in the deepest, most decadent and devouring of kisses. Wickedly circling, swirling, sucking while his clever fingers played along her slickened folds, parting, stroking, gently probing, obliterating time and place and all reality beyond his hot mouth burrowing in her wet quim. Her hunger rose to a rabid frenzy. Dear God in heaven! It is too much!
“Ludovic,” she cried, beseeching an end to the agonizing emptiness. “I can’t bear it! You must…! Please!”
***
She was dripping with desire, her body quivering, her passage clenching around him. He answered her plea by plunging two fingers deep inside her. She cried out, and he slid a third into her scalding wetness, stretching her, stroking in and out, matching the urgency with which she writhed against him, losing himself in her need.
He felt her climax building with smug satisfaction, the arc of her body, her breath coming in erratic bursts. He stole a glance at her face. It was flushed, her head thrown back. She was so ready, so ripe, an enticingly erotic vision that made his engorged cock strain against his breeches like a dam about to burst. Come on, sweetheart, he silently urged. I’m going to make you come so hard you think you are dying. Then I’m going to bury my cock in you balls deep and fuck you senseless.
“Reach for it, my love,” he growled aloud, ignoring the painful throb of his prick. “Seize your release. It’s yours for the taking.” He curled his fingers inside her, massaging that magical place just as he plied his lips to her clit. Determined to push her over the brink, into the dark oblivion, he sucked hard and watched her orgasm erupt.
***
She thought she would melt from the ecstasy wrought by his mouth. Then her breathing arrested, and the world receded into a black void. Tremors began racking her body, expanding into convulsive waves that drained her of all coherent thought. Her throat tore open in a ceaseless, screaming sob.
Diana collapsed against him and felt herself lifted into his arms. She clung to his chest, breathless and helpless, feeling as if her spirit had left her body. He brought her briefly back to life with his lips on her mouth and carried her the few steps to his bed where he lay her down atop the snowy white linen. Dazed and satiated, she closed her eyes upon a sigh.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he murmured, almost a threat. “We are far from finished.”
She noted the strain in his face, the frustration in his voice, and realized with a flush that she had been too caught up in her own release to realize he had neither taken nor demanded his. The selflessness of it took her breath away. “What you did to me…it is beyond description.”
“You experienced merely the briefest taste of what can be between us. I can show you so much more.” His eyes glittered with promise.
“More? How can there be more? My heart would surely burst.”
He laughed. “It is much as the French say—La petite mort, the little death. I can think of no more pleasant way to go. But if one ascribes to the Greek belief in three layers of heaven, you have only achieved the first.”
“And the second?” she asked, wide-eyed in anticipation of his answer.
He guided her hand to his jutting erection. “The second is achieved when I fill you with my cock.”
She flushed. “You still…you haven’t…”
“I’m still hard as a spike and throbbing like hell,” he answered tightly. “Do you wish to explore the second heaven now, Diana?” He bent over her, murmuring low and husky against her mouth. “Let me inside you now, and I will awaken you to all the ways of love.”
He kissed her again, gently, tenderly at first, a whisper-soft brush and then traced her lips with his tongue. She flicked out her own and tasted the salty, sweet tang of her own passion still lingering on his mouth. The realization renewed the empty pang inside her. He deepened the kiss, and she rose up against him. He broke away to shed his silk banyan and reached for the placket of his breeches.
She sat up. “No. Please. Allow me.”
He dropped his hands to his sides. His mouth twisted wryly. “Whatever your heart desires.” With anticipation and trembling fingers, Diana fumbled with the buttons containing his straining sex. Freed at last, his manhood eagerly sprang forth. She stared, mesmerized by the smooth, purplish head, the long, thick shaft jutting from the nest of dark hair. She reached out but faltered. “I want to touch you, Ludovic. I want to give you pleasure, but I don’t know how.”
“You’ve never fondled a man’s cock?”
“No, but I want to now.” Her tongue darted over her lips. “If you would like it.”
“Oh, I’d like much more than that,” he growled. He took her hand and wrapped it around his turgid shaft. Tightening her grip around him, he slowly guided her hand down his length and up again. He was hot and hard, and smooth and silky, and felt like heaven in her hand. She squeezed and felt the pulsing throb of him. She slid her hand back up and down, finding a smooth steady rhythm, and stole a look at his face. His thick lashes shadowed his high cheekbone, his jaw was clenched, his body taut. The heady sensation returned to her in a rush. Growing more daring, she circled his smooth head with her thumb, spreading the seeping bead of wetness, making it slick. Suddenly his hand seized her wrist. His eyes glittered. His mouth was set in a grim line.
“Playtime is over now, Diana. Either use that lush mouth of yours, or let me fill your sweet quim.”
***
She looked daunted by the thought. “My mouth?” she repeated. “Like you did to me?”
“That lesson can wait,” he replied tersely. Though excessively fond of oral pleasures, the last thing Ludovic wanted was to intimidate or repulse her, but damn how he needed release. Now. Impatient to plunge into her, he shed his breeches and swiftly returned to her, caging her body beneath his, his mouth on her breast. He pressed his thigh between hers, urging them apart. She moaned and clutched him to her chest as his free hand guided the head of his cock to the swollen lips of her slick sex, sliding it in her folds, circling around her nub, rubbing the whole length of him in her dew and making her writhe. He fought down the urge to thrust wildly into her then and there.
Her urgent supplication bade his hands to seek the swells of her buttocks. He slid beneath them, raising her hips, spreading her wide. Her dewy pink lips unfurled to his view, reminding him of an exotic flower, an orchid in full bloom, her beautiful quim open and beckoning. It was the most exquisitely erotic sight. He thumbed the pulsing bud, and she whimpered. Still, he drank her in, licking his finger and stroking along her delicate folds with lust-filled fascination, until the hot surge of blood to his shaft and the tightening in his bollocks told him he’d had his visual fill.
He guided her long sleek legs while she gripped his shoulders. “Wrap your thighs around my waist.” She surrounded him with her silky flesh and undulated, grinding her mons against him. She cried out, tearing at his hair, desperate for his possession. “Now. Please, Ludovic. Take me. Fill me up.”
A primal sound escaped his throat as he plunged into her hot sheath in one deep, gliding stroke. She rewarded him with a sultry moan, and he jerked his hips with a grunt, impelling himself deeper, fully impaling her on his staff. He gripped her hips, pinning her in place as she stretched to accommodate his f
ull length and breadth, her frenetically pulsing passage milking his manhood with delectable ripples while his heart pounded against his ribcage.
Dear God in heaven. She was tight and wet and smooth as silk, and he feared he would combust if either of them moved. He held her thusly for an interminable heartbeat, and then she began to tremble beneath him, the first stage of her impending orgasm.
He pulled back and thrust in again. She gasped. Her sex spasmed tighter about him, and he was suddenly lightheaded, the blood roaring in his ears. “Kiss me,” she whispered and rose up to him. He crushed his mouth down on hers, and his mind blurred to all but the urge to pound into her until they both exploded.
***
He had filled her with his sex. Hot and throbbing, her body strained to adjust. It was part pain, part pleasure and the most exquisite agony she’d ever known. She was already writhing with the need for release. “Kiss me,” she whispered. And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue plunging in and out, sucking and swirling in rhythm with the hammering force of his sex. Plunge and drag. Sweet, slick friction. She clutched his shoulders, her fingers gouging his flesh, urging him on. He drove into her fiercely, relentlessly.
Breathing ragged, bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat, the slap of flesh on flesh, the pressure increasing. Too much. Not enough. Rising higher. Dipping back. Harder. Faster. Spiraling out of control, her body jerked, and her orgasm came crashing, ripping over her in pulsating waves. Her sex contracted in a last powerful spasm that rippled through her, leaving her in final breathless, boneless repletion. Ludovic cried out, a guttural sound, before he jerked out of her body, shuddering and spilling hot jets of liquid fire over her. He collapsed against her with a groan, rolling her into his arms, her head pillowed by his body.
Her cheek resting against a chest still sounding a rapid drumbeat and steadily slowing to an even thud with his longer deeper respirations, she closed tear-filled eyes. Her heart surged inside her chest with gratitude…and something more she couldn’t define. They had exchanged no words after their mutual release, but to Diana, there were none sufficient to express her awe in the heart-sundering rapture she had experienced. In this warm cocoon of wondrous well-being she slipped into sated slumber.
***
Diana awoke hours later to feel a warm, stirring sensation against her thigh. In the pale light of dawn, she stole a look at her lover’s face, for there was no denying now what he had become to her in one passion-filled night. They were lovers now in truth, her reality now far exceeding her nocturnal fantasies. She thought about what he had done to her, how he had worshipped her body with his own, had led her to soaring heights without demanding anything more than she was willing to offer in return. It filled her with warmth, with the need to give back.
Her gaze lingered on the strong profile, the half-smile curving his soft, sensuous mouth, the wonderful wicked mouth that had wrought pure rapture. Her eyes drifted to the throbbing pulse of his neck, and she was suddenly filled with the powerful urge to lick it, to trace the column of it, to suckle his nipples, to pleasure him in every way he had her. She lifted the sheet and drank in the delicious vision of the lean, sculpted muscle and sinew that formed the solid wall of his abdomen, the erotic trail of black hair leading to his phallus, semi-erect in its nest of dark curls and resting benignly against her thigh. Her stomach fluttered at the remembrance of what he had wanted from her. An illicit shiver rippled through her at the thought of putting her mouth on his sex. She wondered if she dared, but desire soon overcame trepidation.
Her hair curtained his face as she feathered kisses against his strong, square jaw. Drifting downward, she enacted her wish and licked his neck, teasing with her tongue. She shifted her weight onto his body, and he stirred beneath her, his arousal surging upward, his hands moving automatically to grip her buttocks before his lashes had even fluttered fully open. She shifted deftly out of his grasp. He reached for her.
“No,” she said. “It is my turn now.”
Vivid, blue eyes met hers, questioning from beneath hooded lids.
She licked her lips and traced her tongue around the disk of his nipple. “Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “You are wonderfully sensuous, Diana.”
“Teach me,” she insisted. “Show me what pleases you.” She moved to his other nipple and gave it an experimental nibble.
He groaned. “Your wish to do so is an aphrodisiac in itself.”
“No. That is not enough. I want to give you the same mindless pleasure you gave me.”
His eyes narrowed. His erection reared up between them, tenting the sheet. “Don’t tease, minx. You’ll get far more than you bargained for.”
“Really?” she challenged, his ominous look heating her blood. Emboldened to prove herself, she reached for him, grasping his sex in her hand while her mouth played over his abdomen, growing more fevered as she followed the seductive trail to the object of her desire. She crept down his body, licking, kissing, biting as her hand worked his shaft. She gripped him harder, closed her eyes, and brushed her lips across the sensitive tip. The smooth sleek texture of him surprised her. She stretched out her tongue, gliding across the purple head, giving an experimental flick to the underside of his shaft.
He jumped in her hand. “Sweet Jesus.” He groaned and palmed her head. “Please, just take me in.”
“In? You want to be inside my mouth?” He was large and thick, his length daunting. She felt her courage falter.
“Yes. Speaking bluntly, I want you to open your beautiful lips and swallow me whole…but if the notion unsettles you…”
“No,” she answered softly. “I just didn’t know…what you expected…”
“I would never ask anything that repulses you, Diana. The act of love should only bring pleasure. Don’t take me in your mouth unless you want this. I kissed and tongued you because I love the taste and scent of you, because it excites the hell out of me to make you come with my mouth. Do this because you are hungry for me, because it excites you to take me to the brink of the abyss, or don’t do it at all.”
He was hard and hot and throbbing in her hand, and she could see the stark desire in his eyes. He wanted it so badly, yet he still did not demand. The knowledge was bolstering and incredibly arousing.
“Yes,” she said. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste your desire, to give you bliss.”
***
She dipped her head, and her parted lips were gliding over him with more confidence, her tongue circling his crown, exploring the tiny slit and the bead of salty moisture with delicious, little darts. His breath hitched.
“Good. That’s very good,” he encouraged, gently cupping her nape, riffling her silky hair. “Open your mouth now, Diana, and take me in. Slowly. Breathe through your nose. Use your lips, your tongue. No teeth,” he added brusquely.
She closed her eyes and opened to him, laving with her tongue as his length slid inch by inch into the wondrous wetness of her mouth. “Relax, Diana. Pull me deeper,” he commanded, tamping down the urge to thrust. “Suck upon the release. Harder. Use that velvet tongue.”
She answered with an effort that was unschooled but heavenly, a decadent delight. He lost himself in the euphoria of her hands and lips, the swirl of her tongue drawing him deep into her mouth, the sultry sucking sounds, the pulling of sweet friction on the release.
“God, yes,” he groaned as he threaded his fingers through her hair. Her rhythm increased with the encouragement, her mouth becoming a voracious vortex of pleasure. Every fiber of his being fired with exquisite sensation. His vision blurred, his sac contracted. He was going to explode hard. But not this way. Not this time.
“Enough,” he growled. His bollocks throbbed with agonizing pressure to release his essence. Still, he withdrew from her mouth.
“But you haven’t…”
“No. I won’t come in your mouth. Not the first time,” he said, tamping down the powerful compulsion to do just that. Instead, he flipped
her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs. He slid a hand under her belly to raise her hips, and she bucked under him with a strangled sound.
“No! Please don’t!” she cried out with a hysterical sob and burrowed her face into the pillow.
Christ Jesus! He turned her over. “Diana, what the devil is wrong?”
Her eyes were wide. She trembled. “Weren’t you going to…”
“Sodomize you?” he finished, aghast. “Did he…”
Her lower lip quivered. She nodded mutely.
“That bloody buggering bastard!” His vision blurred again, but this time in blind rage. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, stroking, soothing. “It’s all right, my love. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. Do you understand me, Diana?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, his fury adding a harsh and unfamiliar edge to his voice. “Just know that whatever we do together is about mutual pleasure. I will never do anything you don’t wish me to do.”
“I know that now,” she said, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him back.
“Do you? Then let us be certain.” He pulled her down on top of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting you in control,” he answered, positioning her thighs on either side of his hips. “We shall start the races early, my dear, for you shall ride me.”
CHAPTER TEN
IT WAS DANGEROUSLY PAST DAWN when Diana crept stealthily back to her own bedchamber. She quietly opened the door, praying Polly hadn’t already noticed her absence. Upon closing it behind her, she noted the bed curtains were still drawn just the way she had left them, and the fire was still banked. She breathed a sigh of relief that she was undiscovered. Yet, when Diana looked to the chair by her dressing table where she had discarded her night rail, it was gone.
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