Treacherous Temptations(54)

“Do what you wish,” he said.

Once more, he had placed her in command. Mary felt an almost giddy sense of empowerment as she moved down his body to kneel by his side. More confident than before, she did not wait for his guidance but took him boldly in hand. While stoking it with her hand, she lowered her mouth to the head of his phallus and kissed it, a gentle and experimental brush of her lips. He felt hot and smooth as silk against her mouth, and not unpleasant at all. His scent was stronger here, musky, male, and very arousing.

She wet her lips and kissed him again, this time dragging her softly parted mouth over the crown. He jerked in her hand. She glanced up to find Hadley gazing back at her through half-closed lids. Without breaking eye contact, she added little darts of her tongue. His pupils flared and his breathing quickened, a reaction that fired her desire to do more. She swirled her tongue around his crown relishing the smooth feel of him and then flicked at the little slit, tasting of his salty essence.

“Please, take me in,” he moaned softly, entangling his fingers in her hair. “It would delight me above all things to have your lips surround me.”

Her pulse raced with anticipation as she opened to him, drawing him slowly into her mouth, a fraction at a time. “Use your tongue.”

She took him all the way into her mouth, teasing, stroking, and caressing with her tongue.

“Yes, my sweet,” he groaned and gently guided her into a rhythm of slick swirling tongue and long wet pulls. “Sweet Jesus. Just like that.”

The awareness that she could fill him with the same mindless rapture was gloriously heady, and the power she wielded over him enthralling. With every passing moment, Mary became more intoxicated by the sultry sounds of his pleasure and drunk with her own decadent desires.

…

He cupped a palm to her head, gently encouraging her to take him all the way, but the rapid tightening in his bollacks told him he needed to focus on something, anything, besides, the gently rasping tongue, and hot wet suction of her mouth. Mary’s growing enthusiasm excited the hell out of him. Sweet Jesus it felt good! Too good! It had been too lengthy an interval since he’d last spent his essence to hold back much longer.

He abruptly withdrew from her mouth before he lost his last shreds of control.

Mary’s gaze widened. “Why?” she asked with a look of disappointment.

“It would be inexcusable for me to spend in your mouth the first time.”

“But don’t you wish to…to finish this?”

His gaze narrowed. “I do. The question is whether you want me to take you now.”

“You said we would join when I knew nothing else would satisfy me. I cannot begin to describe what you have shown me, but I still feel a void, an ache deep inside me.” She brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs. “An excruciating emptiness here. I want to feel you there, inside me now, Hadley. Please. Let this be real between us. Let it be complete.”

“You do realize that once I take your maidenhead there is no turning back. You are mine, Mary. Unequivocally and irrevocably mine.”

“Yes,” she replied. “Make me yours now, Hadley. Unequivocally. Irrevocably.”

…

Fool that he was, even now he was giving her a final chance to void the marriage. Was it another damnable twinge of conscience? He’d exorcise the bloody thing if he could. He had half-expected her to demur, but she hadn’t, and so he would. Take her that is, for he was slowly perishing from a desperate need for release. He would finally claim her, brand her with her own blood.

He kissed her long and deep, relishing the musky essence that still lingered on her mouth and tongue and wordlessly, he lay her down. He positioned himself at her entrance, wrapping her legs about his flanks. He had no worries about her readiness after making her come so hard. With heaven awaiting him on the other side of her maidenhead, he plunged into her, breaching her in one hard thrust.

She stiffened beneath him with a soft cry.

He shut his eyes in a Herculean effort to suppress the urge to thrust again. He held his breath, straining and waiting for her to stretch and adjust to him. It was the sweetest agony to feel himself so tightly filling her, encased as he was in an astoundingly, exquisitely, taut passage. After a long and labored moment, he began to move, in slow and deliberate mind-blurring thrusts.

When she rose to meet him, he increased the tempo of plunge and drag, submerging his senses in the sultry sensations, in blissful wet friction. His release coiled hot and tightened his ballocks. His pulse thundered in his ears, but failed to deafen Mary’s cry as another orgasm broke over her. The convulsive spasms of her inner muscles milked his cock and brought on a climax of volcanic force. He cried out in ragged gasps as he exploded, pumping scalding streams of his seed into her.

Hadley collapsed beside her spent and strangely at peace, only to find her staring back at him. Her gold-flecked eyes were soft with wonderment, trust—and another emotion that made his chest constrict until he thought his heart would burst—love.





Chapter Eighteen


Overcome with contentment for the first time in distant memory, coupled with the peaceful languor of sexual repletion, Hadley closed his heavy lids to drift placidly into the welcoming arms of Morpheus.

“Hadley, is it always like this?”

He willed his breathing to remain deep and slow and his eyes closed, desiring nothing more than to remain in his blessed sex-sated stupor. “No, my pet.” He nuzzled her hair and pulled her snugly against him.