Page 34 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 3

“There it is. Staring me in the face. I see how much you love me. You don’t have to say it. You don’t ever have to. I’ll know just by looking into your eyes.” He smiled and then he kissed me.

The kiss went on so long I forgot we were both holding champagne flutes. I spilled a little over his shoulder and watched the golden rivulets trickle down his chest. I handed him my glass, then I bent in half and caught one of the drips with my tongue, just as it was about to reach the waistband of his pants.

He sucked in a harsh breath as I ran my tongue the entire length up his long chest, swirling my tongue around the flat brown disc of his nipple as I made my way over his pec, then along his clavicle and to his neck where I placed several warm, teasing kisses.

Within seconds, he put the glasses on the dresser, and I was wrapped up in his arms, his mouth on mine. Our tongues tangled, each of us trying desperately to give more, take more. At some point, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He eased me down, his body covering mine. I opened my legs so he could rest between them. Bracing on one elbow, he cupped one cheek and stared into my eyes.

“Trust me to show you what real love is, and how it should feel.”

“I trust you.”

He smiled, kissed me briefly and then his lips traced over my chin, down my neck and between my breasts. I arched closer as his hand molded to my breast over the lace and satin. His thumb swirled around the sensitive peak as I sighed.

Rhodes pushed up to his knees so he could stroke up and down my hips, thighs, and chest, petting, rubbing, enticing me into a state where I was focused on nothing but his touch. The feel of his hands imprinted in my mind.

He pushed down the cup of my nightie and covered my nipple with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip teasingly.

“Oh God, yesssss!” I hummed into the intoxicating feeling.

Rhodes didn’t pinch or grab or grip my body this time as if he couldn’t get enough. He went slow, eased into each touch, every caress of my flesh was purposeful and held meaning.

The caresses were soft, each kiss warm, with long drags of his tongue along my skin, leaving raised goosebumps in his wake.

The man wasn’t getting ready to fuck me.

He was worshipping me.

And that’s when I realized, we weren’t going to have sex or fuck.

Rhodes Davenport was making love to me.

Closing my eyes, I did as he said and let go, reveling in every kiss, every featherlight caress of his fingertips. Every whispered praise he bestowed on me as we learned what one another liked.

For the first time, I laid back and let him show me what it felt like to be loved by a man.

Bymyman.

My nightie came off at some point but I was so fueled with lust and desire, I had no recollection of when it happened. As I breathed deeply, I watched him reach for a condom in the nightstand drawer, roll it on his cock and kick off his satin pants.

“You ready to be loved?” Rhodes asked.

I smiled so big my cheeks hurt as I raised my arms over my head and spread my knees wide in invitation. His gaze flicked down to my core, his eyes lit with the fire of a thousand suns.

“Mmm, I want to taste that cunt so bad my mouth is watering, but we have plenty of time for that,” he murmured. His large body hovered over mine as he notched the head of his cock at my center and, inch by inch, slid inside.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted when he bottomed out.

My internal muscles involuntarily clenched around his cock. I moaned as he eased out a few inches and then thrust back home.

“Oh God.” I clenched around him again, my body and mind hanging on by a single thread, ready to tumble into sweet, sweet oblivion, and he hadn’t even fucked me properly yet.

So many emotions spread like wildfire through my body as he slowly moved in and out of me.

“You good?” he breathed against my neck, his mouth and tongue working the tender skin there.

“Better than good.” I was about to wrap my arms around his back when one of his hands captured both my wrists. Then his hand slid palm to palm, our fingers interlacing over my head.

I held his hand with both of mine as though my very life depended on it, hoping it would tether me to this moment.

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