Bound by Wish and Mistletoe (Highland Legends #1.5)(42)
Her eyes widened as his cock twitched, hardening further, throbbing mercilessly. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft and tightened her grip as she placed her lips at the tip and pulled him inside. He groaned, closing his eyes.
Delivering pleasure-filled torture, she slowly licked and sucked. He trembled under her attention, tightening his thighs and calves to prevent his body from collapsing to the floor. For a woman unfamiliar with a man’s body, his wife had great intuition on what pleased him.
Her other hand drifted up the inside of his thigh. Caresses, licks, sucks—she leisurely explored his body, satisfying her curiosity, teasing his last threads of control, of which he had only a tenuous hold.
When she moaned low—his cock deep in her mouth and her hands cupping and lifting—he growled. His hand dropped to her jaw, urging her back with a gentle pressure, not wanting her to bite down in surprise. On a slow, long suck, she pulled her mouth off of him, a popping sound echoing into the room as she finally released the engorged tip.
She looked up at him, smiling. “You enjoyed my mouth on you?”
His breaths came out in short bursts, ragged and shallow. The woman had pulled him right to the edge of release.
“Aye. Back on the bed, Susanna. My. Turn.”
The moment she reclined, he stalked between her legs, forcing her back until she’d fallen onto the center of the bed. He settled his shoulders between her knees, pressing her soft thighs wide open. Delicate and pink, the very center of her glistened, sweet and ripe just for him. He swiped a flattened tongue through her folds.
Susanna moaned, squirming in his hold. He tightened his grip on her thighs, holding her immobile while he took his time to pleasure her, to tease her right to the brink, exactly as she’d done to him. He nipped with his teeth, soothed with soft kisses, tortured her in slow licks before he slid two fingers inside and stroked with gentle pressure. The erotic sounds she made, her shaky breaths, guided him in what she liked, what her body needed. She cried out, her thighs quivering as she grabbed the bedding in tightened fists.
A single pulse grasped his fingers tightly, and he slowed, holding her right below the breaking point. As he kept her there, she thrashed more, low whimpers escaping with her every exhalation. In slow measure, he teased her, ignoring his cock that had hardened to a near-painful degree.
“Robert...”
She moaned his name, and the sound was the sweetest wine, intoxicating.
“Robert...Oh...Robert...please...” Her words drifted into mumbled incoherency.
He ceased his actions, pulling away from her, needing her wrapped around him as much as she needed him deep within her. “Please what, my love?”
With patience, he kissed a trail up her body, his lips meandering up her quivering belly, stopping for a small suck of the delicate skin over her ribs. With his firm tongue, he licked beneath the swell of her breast and up, circling her nipple as the peaked tip hardened further. He captured it playfully between his teeth, tugging on it.
She speared her hands into his hair, pulling him forward. He released her breast and climbed higher.
Lust filled her eyes, dark blue and sparkling in the firelight. He nipped her lips, the tip of his cock fitting into her entrance.
Susanna arched, but his movement flowed with her, denying her what she needed.
She groaned, and he smiled, loving what he did to her. The woman, so sure of herself, independent and needing no one, came apart in his arms. In all his dreams, he’d have it no other way.
“Please what?” he repeated on a whisper, but kissed her again, preventing her reply.
Her hands slapped onto his hips, her fingernails digging into his ass as she pulled his body forward in demonstration. She arched again—the action pulling him a little deeper—as she threw her head back.
“Please...please take me,” she begged.
Robert thrust forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He groaned into her mouth as he plunged deep inside her welcoming body, intense pleasure sizzling through his nerve endings. He rocked back and pressed forward, over and over in a slow dance, as her cries grew. Unable to contain the fire raging through him, he lifted her hips and pumped into her with renewed force.
Liquid heat wrapped around him as a pulse fired from her, then another. In slow restraint, he continued the measured pace, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead from the great effort. Susanna trembled and suddenly clutched his hips in a bruising hold. Fully seated deep inside of her, he stilled, sensing that she drifted onto the precipice—where he swayed, about to fall over the edge.
Susanna whimpered and arched her hips into him. He tightened his hold, lifting her ass higher. He flexed his hips hard, and she cried out. When he did it again, she dropped her head to his shoulder, releasing a sob into his skin as her entire body began to shake. Another deep thrust, and she screamed. Hard pulses gripped him as a wash of warmth flooded in, bathing him in her release.
He abandoned all restraint, pulling back and driving forward. Her cries magnified as his movements pulled marvelous sounds of found ecstasy from her throat. Intense pleasure unfurled from his spine, shot through his loins, and fired out hard and fast. He gasped from its force before his roar burst out into the room.
The world exploded into fragments of sensation, everything happening at once.
Heavy breaths.
Slickened skin.
Pounding hearts.
The logs in the hearth shifted, the fire crackling and snapping. A cool draft in the room prickled, rushing over his heated skin. Beautiful, trusting eyes gazed up at him, a small smile curving onto her glistening face.