Treacherous Temptations(53)

“Please,” she tangled her fingers in his hair. Flushed and panting, she begged for an end to the exquisite torture he wrought upon her with his tongue. In the moment he thought she must come or combust, he plied his lips to the frenetically pulsing nub of her clitoris, and suckled— sending her over the edge with a piercing scream.

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With her body still convulsing in tiny aftershocks, Mary gazed at him with pleasure-drugged eyes. She thought she had already experienced ecstasy at his hands, but good heavens, his mouth! That wondrously wicked mouth! The ripples had torn through her in wave upon euphoric wave, until she indeed thought she would die of rapture.

“What did you do to me? I feel as if part of me has left my body for some other heavenly place.”

A slow sensual smile stretched his mouth. “That was only the appetizer of our wedding feast.”

“But you didn’t…We still haven’t—”

“No. I didn’t, and we have not.” His voice was thick. “I am far from finished with you, Mary. I told you there were many means to pleasure and we have only just begun.”

He came over her again, his shaft nudging the space between her legs. “Do you like my cock against your sex? Does the feel of my naked flesh excite you?” He rubbed it against her mons and her inner walls fluttered and convulsed.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Your every touch heats my blood.”

All of a sudden, he rolled her on top of him, reversing their positions. “Then touch me, Mary,” he commanded.

“Touch you?”

“Yes. If you are going to take me into your body, wouldn’t you like to have a better knowledge of mine? He smiled up at her. I am yours now, Mary. Do with me as you will.”

Mary’s gaze met his for a long questioning moment before she realized he had put her in control. “But I don’t know what to do…what you want.”

“Kissing me would be a good start.”

Mary dipped her head, brushing her lips across his mouth. He darted out his tongue, flicking it over her lips, encouraging her to do the same. When their tongues engaged a frisson of sensation rippled through her. She deepened the kiss and he opened fully to her, allowing her to taste him. She realized with a jolt that her essence still lingered on his lips and tongue. The intimacy of it was strangely and powerfully arousing.

She moved over his face with breathy little kisses interspersed with nibbles and flicks of her tongue. Growing more daring, she roved downward in a deliciously tactile survey of his torso, lingering at his chest, stroking, caressing, and tracing his nipples with her fingertip, delighting in his coarse hair against her skin and the feel of his strong, hard body under her hands and mouth. He stirred beneath her with a growl of approval.

“What do you feel when I touch you and kiss you like this?” Mary emulated what he had done to her, using lips, teeth, and tongue to suckle.

“What do I feel?” He guided her hand down between them and wrapped her fingers around his sex. He tightened her grasp. “Does this answer your question?”

She gasped. It was hot and pulsing like a beating heart.

“I asked you once before if you understood what this means.”

“Yes. I understand what happens when a man becomes aroused and what proceeds thereafter.” Mary traced her fingers along the erotic trail of dark hair toward his sex, growing increasingly aroused by the sight. Long, thick, and rigid, his sex reared up at her. She had already felt it throbbing in her grasp, and now studied it in utter fascination—the shape and contour of it rising from the nest of dark curls, the smooth purplish crown, the heavy sac behind.

“Touch me, Mary. Please. Take me fully in your hand. “

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. “You want me to fondle your…your…?”

“Staff? Rod? Virile member?” he suggested. “Yes, I want you to stroke and fondle me.”

She obeyed, wrapping her fingers around him and moving slowly up and down his length, closing her eyes to appreciate the feel of him, hot and hard, filling her hand. He covered it with his own, squeezing it tighter around him, and then moved her more briskly up and down his shaft.

Three more long hard strokes and he had expanded both in length and breadth.

“This feels good to you, Hadley?” Mary turned around to ask. “Would you have me continue? Is this what you wish?”

“Only as a last resort for there are far better means of gratification. Means I would vastly prefer, if you would oblige me.” He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “Your mouth, my pet, would feel infinitely better.”

Her stomach dropped. “You wish me to kiss it?”

He traced her mouth with his index finger, his gaze boring into hers as. “Please do not be apprehensive for as much as I desire to feel myself engulfed in your sweet mouth, I would not ask anything that reviles you. The acts of love should always be mutually gratifying.”

“Revile me?” After what he had done to her, the thought of kissing him, of plying her mouth to his sex didn’t revile her at all. On the contrary, the thought made her a bit breathless. She wanted to know his body in the most intimate ways, to satisfy his desires—to give him the same mind-bending, bone-melting pleasure he had shown her. “No. Hadley.” She cast her gaze back to his face. “I am not repulsed but I don’t know what to do.”