"Both." She exhaled the word..
"Are you already wet, my pet?"
"You know I am. Stop torturing me like this."
He smiled at her eagerness in the face of her remaining qualms. He grasped her chin and kissed her again. Slow. Deep. "I swear to bring you only pleasure, Diana. Will you trust me now?" he asked when their mouths parted.
"Yes," she replied, sliding her hands down his chest, over his abdomen, to the placket of his breeches. Her fingers moved clumsily to release him, but once he sprang free, she stroked him with confidence before lowering herself to her knees. Although he hadn't intended for her to take him with her mouth, he allowed this, gave her free reign to do as she pleased, to have as much control as she desired, before he asked her to succumb to him completely.
She kissed him with an open mouth and then proceeded to stroke his length with delicate rasps of her tongue. Sweet Jesus, it felt good! She swirled around his crown and then took him slowly by inches into her lush, hot mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair with a moan.
Shite! It's too bloody good!
It had been far too long—twelve whole days— the longest he had ever endured in his adult life without emission. He knew he wouldn't last…couldn't last. Perhaps that was the clever vixen's plan? She increased the pressure of her hand around his base and the sweet sultry suction of her mouth. His chest grew heavier, his bollacks drew tighter. He was so fucking close, and she knew it. She glanced up at him with a look of triumph, and he almost let go. It would be rapturous to release at long last, to spend in her mouth, but ultimately it wouldn't answer.
"Enough, Diana," Ludovic growled in his near-Herculean effort to withdraw from her sublimely skilled mouth.
***
He gripped her hair, forcing her to release him and Diana felt a powerful flare of disappointment. She had intended to push him over the edge. Had needed, if only for a moment, to feel the satisfaction and strength in her femininity that always surfaced when he relinquished his will and gave himself up to her in a shuddering climax.
Instead, he'd withstood her most determined efforts to conquer his self-control, and kept his release in abeyance. Now, having failed to weaken him with sexual satiation, she faced the bittersweet prospect of being once more at his complete mercy.
Ludovic hastily shed out of his breeches and knelt behind her on the thick Aubusson carpet. He turned her head once more to seize her mouth in a searing kiss before nuzzling back into her neck, sending ripples down her spine with the rough abrasion of a day's growth of beard against her tender skin. He reached around her body to run his warm, strong hands up and down her thighs before skirting them back upward over the curves of her hips. She adored the feel of his hands on her skin, the musky smell of him that filled her senses and made her throb all the way to her core.
Tenderly, he licked the shell of her ear and explored the rounded swell of her belly, biting gently on her lobe while cupping her breasts from behind, squeezing the soft mounds while murmuring dark words of love in her ear. She could feel his hard, hot length pressing into her back and yearned to have him pulsing inside her. "Please, Ludovic," she moaned. "I can't bear it any longer. I already want you so badly it aches."
"Then, my love, let us together relieve your torment." He took her hand and guided it downward to her mons, trapping it with his. "I want you to touch yourself, Diana."
"I-I can't," she replied. "I'd much rather touch you."
"That's not what I asked."
"But—" she made to protest again and he silenced her with his mouth.
Upon releasing her from the kiss he said, "Very well then. You shall do both. We will pleasure one another together."
Ludovic brought her other arm back, guiding himself into her hand. Diana eagerly closed around his staff and gently squeezed, relishing the hot hard feeling of silken steel. Diana closed her eyes, allowing him to guide the movements of her hands, stroking up and down his length with one, while simultaneously stimulating herself with the other. It was a novel form of mutual touch that she found exciting and incredibly erotic—especially when he began rocking his pelvis against her buttocks. "Do you like this, Diana?"
"Yes," she hissed between panting breaths.
"Don't stop," he growled in her ear and released his hand from atop hers. She felt him glide his hand down over her buttocks. "Part your thighs."
Throbbing with want, she was more than eager to comply. Diana whimpered at the sublime sensation of his fingers spearing into her sex, plunging in and out in simulation of coitus." He guided her own fingers to her clitoris, while continuing to stroke her insides and grind against her.
"Come for me, Diana. Now!" He squeezed a nipple and sucked on her neck, sending her catapulting over the edge with a sob. Trembling and panting, she fell back against him, her body rippling with rapturous waves. "Oh no, my love." He chuckled a low and deep rumble against her back. "I am far from finished with you. He waited only long enough for her to come back to earth before he rose and went back into his dressing room from whence he returned with a familiar-looking bottle.
She regarded him quizzically. "Almond oil? You wish me to massage you?"
They had used this substance together many times in his hammam after Salime had first sneaked Diana into his private domain. Diana had arrived in the disguise of an odalisque, with the goal of bringing him to his knees with her newly acquired erotic skills. Instead, it had turned into a night of untold erotic pleasures …and of startling revelations for both of them.
"No, my love. It now serves us quite another purpose."
"Oh?" she asked. "Then what—”
"No more questions, Diana," he interrupted. "You swore to trust me." He dipped his head to take her mouth again, gently at first, gliding his lips smoothly over hers, and then with greater fervor, teasing her with darts of his tongue.
God help me. Will I ever get enough of this man?
"I did and I do," she whispered against his mouth, willing herself to do just that.
He nipped her lips and melded their mouths in an impassioned dance of tongues that re-stoked her passion to a full furor, leaving her lightheaded when he released her once more.
"Lean forward," he commanded, "onto your elbows."
When she hesitated, he helped to ease her into the position, all the while kissing and biting her neck and shoulders, stroking and caressing his hands down her back to anchor at her hips. With her head down and arse raised to him, Diana felt completely exposed and vulnerable. She glanced over her shoulder, and her body quivered. It was a reflexive reaction that he immediately responded to. As if sensing her qualms, he leaned his entire body over hers, running his hands slowly up her sides, touching, caressing, smoothing. Soothing. He took her mouth again while his hands, big, warm, and strong palmed her buttocks. "Remember, my love. Only pleasure."
His warm weight lifted only for a moment. She stole another glance behind to the most decadent sight of Ludovic on his knees stroking himself. Glistening with oil, his magnificent cock stood at full attention. The vision alone made every fiber of her thrum with raw want.
And then he was blissfully there…sliding himself with agonizingly slow strokes within her folds while making her body quiver and her inner walls convulsively contract with the need to be filled. His torturous teasing was at once wonderful and madding…and his smug expression told her he knew precisely what he was about. Unable to resist the overwhelming urge, she squirmed her backside into him with an impatient sound.
"No, not yet," he reprimanded. "I'll give you what you want only after I have what I want. Now close your eyes and breathe slowly." He continued the delicious movement of his shaft while his oil-slickened fingers traced the cleft of her buttocks.
"Please. Don't," she begged, her apprehension returning in a crushing wave.
"Relax, my pet. I would never hurt you."
"I know that," she said, sounding uncertain even to herself.
"Do you?" he asked.
"I do
n't know, Luvovic. I'm afraid."
"Trust, Diana," he murmured, repeating lowly, "Only pleasure." He punctuated this by guiding his erection into her passage, stretching her as he eased inside, bringing such wondrous fullness, such sweet relief, that she wanted to cry out. He rocked his pelvis against her in a slow and rhythmic motion, moving inside her the same way his fingers continued their play—gently but persistently caressing and circling.
And he was right. He promised her only pleasure, and her body thrummed with it. Lost to sense of time and place, her mind blurred as his movements grew more forceful and the pressure of his probing fingers became more insistent.…until finally penetrating her forbidden entrance. Awareness broke through the fog of her lust like shards of broken glass. She gasped, tensing beneath and around him. "I can't," she whimpered.
"You must relax, Diana," he said. "Relax your mind and open your body to me. Please," he insisted. We cannot go on unless you trust me implicitly. I must know that there are no limits to that trust. I need you to let me love you this way."
Even as Diana trembled, understanding dawned. To Ludovic, this was the supreme moment of truth. I need you to let me love you this way.
Could she find it within herself to squelch her trepidation? Or would she risk all by her reticence, by holding on to unfounded fears?
***
He could feel the tension roiling within her and knew he had pushed her too hard. Yet it made him ache with dismay that she could not find the strength to put her trust in him, to bury the past for good.
He withdrew from her with a sigh of regret. "I'm sorry, Diana. I am a bastard to have put your faith to trial at a time like this. I was angry and resentful, but that's no excuse for pushing you so hard."
"No. Don't be sorry," she cried, pulling herself up to face him. "But you were right and I don't want this night to end this way."
"And how is that?" he asked.
"With frustration and disappointment. I can read it all on your face."
And he could just as easily read hers—her widened gaze, the slight quiver of her lips clearly bespoke her trepidation, her vulnerability, her need of his reassurance.
He pulled her into his embrace with a groan, caressing her back, plying soft kisses to her hair, then her brow, her eyes, and all over her lovely face. "I can't bear to hear your suspicions, Diana. Not knowing how much you still hold back from me when all I am is yours."
Her solemn gaze met his. "I know you can't." She reached out to stroke his face. "I understand that now, and I don't want it to be like this between us any longer."
His pulse sped with hope. "What are you saying, Diana?"
"Please, can we begin again? If you will only be patient with me, I promise not to disappoint you."
"Disappoint?" His mouth stretched into a dry smile. "My dearest heart, in our time together, you have befuddled, perplexed, and frustrated the hell out of me, but you have never disappointed." He cupped her nape and kissed her deeply. Tenderly.
She returned the kiss with increased fervor and then took his hand. "Come, my husband…my love." Diana surprised him by leading him to their bed.
***
As before, he came behind her, but took his time, caressing her breasts, laving hot open-mouth kisses to her neck, her shoulders. His hands skirted to her bottom where he fondled, squeezed, and stroked. He nipped gently at her nape as he bent her forward, easing her back into the position he desired with two pillows placed beneath her hips. Diana's elbows and knees sank deeply into the soft down of their bed while his mouth played down her spine, licking and kissing one vertebra at a time. It was the same… but also somehow different this time.
"You must not think, Diana." His words were a hot, moist murmur of reassurance against her skin, making her warm and fluttery inside. "Please, my sweet, just empty your mind and simply feel." Diana willed herself to compliance, to relax and give herself up to his teasing touch and mesmerizing mouth—the same wicked mouth that suckled on her fleshy globes. He shocked her by biting into her with sharp teeth that were none too gentle. Yet the action sent a paradoxical jolt of sting and pleasure straight to her core. He must have felt her reaction as well. "Do you like that, my pet?"
"I don't know," she replied. "I think so."
"Shall we find out? Shall we discover if there is aught else you might enjoy?"
His weight left the bed for a moment before the mattress sagged once more and Diana felt another peculiar sensation, akin to a cool drip on her lower back and buttocks. She looked over her shoulder to find him pouring the almond oil on her body. He then proceeded to knead and massage it into her skin with expert hands. When his wicked mouth joined his clever hands, alternating soft licks with stinging bites… Oh dear God… she thought she would melt into the mattress. His ministrations were delicious and sensuous and transcended her to heaven.
She whimpered at the sensation of his hot tongue tracing her cleft and gasped when his slick fingers stroked and circled her untouched entrance. He bit into her arse cheek, simultaneous with his invasion. Diana sucked in a breath at the initial pressure of his thumb, fighting the urge to tense, to pull away.
He came over her with one hand still cupping her arse, pressing his mouth to her ear, sucking and nibbling her lobe while his other hand slid around the front of her, snaking between her thighs, locating her hidden nub, gently circling, swirling, even as he probed deeper into her arse. "Open to me now, love." The dark and decadent command was accompanied by his ruthless and relentless sensual assault.
With a steady cadence, he plunged in and out of her arse while stimulating her clitoris, pulling her inexorably back into the mindless whirlpool of pleasure. Reggie had violated her in that forbidden place, racking her body with agonizing pain, making her feel dirty and ashamed. Ludovic's duel assault buffeted her with exquisite sensation, driving her nearly insane. She felt breathless and lightheaded as waves of pleasure eddied and swirled within her.
He withdrew and a second finger joined the first. She stiffened only for a moment before her body responded almost on its own. She arched into him with a low moan as her climax continued to build. It was as a banked fire waiting to combust. But it still wasn't enough. She wanted him with the deepest ache…to be inside her…joining with her…filling her.
She groped behind her on a frantic whisper, "Please. I want you." He responded with a hissing intake of breath when she found his cock, clasping it tightly in her hand.
***
His vision blurred with lust, Ludovic freed himself from her greedy grasp to apply more oil to both his throbbing staff and to her insanely alluring arse. Lovingly, he parted her cheeks, nestling himself snugly within the globes, where he slid himself up and down her cleft, as his mind and body became engulfed in the delicious sensation of slick friction. He commenced circling his head around her tight orifice, while she arched into him in glorious invitation.
"Please. Now." She whimpered. "I need you inside me."
Diana's ultimate surrender was what he had most longed for. Yet he still needed to hear it explicitly from her lips, voiced in tones of certainty. "Are you sure, my love?"
"Yes. I am yours, Ludovic," she responded in a strangled voice. "In any way you choose to take me."
Trembling with his own need, he took himself in hand, but still hesitated. "I won't hurt you, Diana. Know that I will stop at any moment you change your mind. Tell me you believe that."
"I do," she whispered. "Please." She reached for him again on a sob, but he needed no further encouragement. "Breathe deeply, my love." He slowly penetrated all the while caressing, cupping, and stroking her bottom. When his crown disappeared, she inhaled a sharp breath and he froze. Ludovic clenched his jaw, awaiting her protest, even as he fought the powerful urge to push completely into her…but to his immense relief, she exhaled again on a long and audible gush.
Thank God.
He entered her further, pushing into her with slow and controlled deliberation, watching in fascination, as his co
ck disappeared. Diana moaned beneath him. "Are you all right, my dear?" he rasped, his patience hanging by a thread.
"Yes," she replied on a sigh. "You are not hurting me. Quite the contrary."
Am I delirious? "You are in no discomfort?"
"There is some discomfort, but there is also something else. Something I can't describe. Please don't stop."
Sweet Jesus. She had answered his prayer. His lids fluttered shut to the exquisite squeeze of her muscles, his fevered lust spiking another notch as he continued his progress in measured, rapturous and agonizing inches. When he opened them again he looked down, enthralled beyond description at the erotic vision of his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Panting and sweating from the efforts of self-restraint, he grasped her hips and gently rocked, grinding and circling his pelvis against her delectably sweet arse
***
Although they had shared many deep intimacies, Diana had never experienced such a feeling of total surrender and wanton abandon as she placed herself so completely in his hands. Instead of frightful, she suddenly found it freeing. Ludovic had always been an unparalleled lover, but in this act, he had demonstrated a tenderness she had rarely known in his passionate lovemaking. He pulsed deeply within her, seemingly in synchrony with her own pounding heart, moving gently, stretching and filling… not only her body… but her very soul.
When he took hold of her hips and began his steady cadence, the climax that had been simmering and swirling within her roared to life with a rabid force that stole her breath. Her body trembled. Her mind went black. Diana screamed in sheer ecstasy as wave after shocking wave came over her.
Ludovic followed suit with his own shuddering groan, pumping his hips thrice and letting loose all he had been holding back. He followed her into the sublime abyss, spending his scalding essence into her. They lay mindless, boneless and spent collapsed against one another. And in this matchless moment, in the weakening, panting, paroxysms of pleasure, Diana feared her heart would burst from her love for him. But to her shock…something else burst instead…
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