Dead After Dark (Companion #6.5)(68)

He stiffened when her palms caressed the ridges on his back. She didn’t stop, just continued kissing him while she rubbed her hands down over his buttocks and cupped them, pressing his groin against her, rubbing herself against his erection.

“What do you call your man part?” she asked. She had not been out of Mirso in so long and she didn’t want to seem strange.

He drew away, smiling, puzzled. “My . . . my cock, I suppose. It’s a good Saxon word.”

“Then may I say, Drew Carlowe, that I would like to pay special attention to your cock for the next few hours.”



My God, Drew thought, the woman might not be a ghost, but she was certainly a witch. Special attention for a few hours? He might just die.

“Only if I may pay special attention to you,” he murmured, sweeping her up into his arms. The accent was incredibly sensual, along with everything else about this woman. He laid her on the bed. Her petite form was perfect; her breasts peaked with delicate, dusky-colored nipples. And her skin was the most translucent, creamy perfection he had ever seen, almost as though it had never seen the sun. Her scent was erotic, cinnamon and ambergris mixed with a woman’s musk. And the vibrancy he always felt around her seemed to find the life force inside him and pluck it like a string, so he vibrated in sympathy. He crawled up after her and laid himself beside her. He was almost painfully erect, his cock straining against her hip.

“We will go slowly,” she whispered as she turned into him. Her tongue snaked out and licked his nipple. “So that you have the maximum amount of pleasure.” Her hand cupped his balls and lifted, gently massaging the stones inside across each other. He groaned. It slid up along his cock, softly, her thumb finding the drop of clear fluid at the opening and smoothing it across the head. He bent to her throat, which she bared to him. He kissed down the delicate column to the notch where her pulse beat and licked there. She was running one finger down the big vein in his erection, lightly. He wanted to scream the sensation was so acute. He buried his head in her breasts and found her nipple with his lips. He suckled, gently, and she arched to present him easier access.

“Oh, Drew,” she moaned. “You have the hidden talents.”

“You haven’t seen the half of them.” He slid his hand down to cup her mound. She was wet and ready. “I want you shrieking many times tonight.”

She opened her eyes, surprised. “I thought the Englishman, he wanted only to spill his seed without caring for the woman’s pleasure.”

“What Englishmen do you know? That is not the way to entice a woman to your bed more than once.”

She gave a throaty chuckle. “You are most practical, Drew Carlowe.” He slipped his finger inside her then drew her slickness over the nub that gave a woman pleasure. She hissed and clasped his cock firmly. She didn’t rub it, thank God, or he wouldn’t have been able to hold out. He rubbed her, though, even as he kissed her thoroughly. It was only moments before she was rocking against his hand and giving small yips of satisfaction as she coiled tighter and tighter. And then unwound, wailing.

“Oh, dear man. You are very skilled,” she breathed when it was done.

“You were ready.” But he was proud she thought him skilled.

“I was ready last night. I have been ready all day. It has been torture.” She raised herself on one elbow. “But I promised close attention to your cock and I have been shirking.” She pushed him onto his back gently and stroked his hip. “Now, we are going to play a game.”

A game? He could feel his eyes widen. Her hand strayed to his cock.

“Do not look at me so. You will like this game.” She was right if it had anything to do with continuing exactly what she was doing to him now. He was having trouble getting his breath. “The game is that I play with your cock, and you try not to come.” She looked up at him. “You say ‘come’? Ejaculate.”

“ ‘Come’ is fine,” he gasped.

“This will increase your pleasure. And if you think you cannot hold it, tell me.”

He jerked a nod. “Yes. Yes.”

She stroked him, her thumb pressing on the head as it slid up off the underside. He sucked in a breath. She scooted down. He was taken by surprise when he felt her tongue follow the trail her thumb had laid. “Where did you learn that?”

“Shhhhh. Go within yourself. You feel the sensation, savor it.” She licked again. “Held in the suspension of endless pleasure. You find your center, and you just . . . stay there.”

Would he disappoint her? Already the sensation was so intense he thought he might come. “What if I can’t?”

“You can.” She left off with his cock in the nick of time and kissed his inner thigh. “We will rest periodically, and you will make me come, and then we will begin again. A virile man can remain hard for hours with practice. And you are a very virile man.”

How did she know these things? But he didn’t have time to wonder, because now she was lying between his legs with her arms over his thighs. She pulled up his cock and her tongue swabbed along its length and flicked over the vein that fed it and she sucked very gently on the tip before she took the whole into her mouth and he felt the head rub against her throat. He thought he might die of sensation. He arched his hips up against her, groaning. She pulled away just in time, leaving him gasping. All the feeling in his body seemed to have pooled in his genitals. They had never been so hard, so needing.