Page 40 of Worth the Risk

I couldn’t help laughing. ‘Is that what this is?’ I pressed my middle finger over her clit, applying increasing pressure to the bundle of nerves.

She gasped, her fingers gripped tight on the edges of her seat.

With my free hand, I dragged her chair closer. I wanted to absorb her every expression. ‘Leonora?’

‘Yes?’ she moaned the word.

I made another pass over her plumping flesh. She shuddered and pushed herself against me.

‘Open your shirt for me, darling. I’ve been dreaming about your gorgeous tits for days.’

We were at full sail towards Montenegro with no one around to witness our activities on the top deck. Her crew were well-trained not to interrupt unless they were summoned.

With hands that weren’t quite steady, she undid the first three buttons of her shirt, exposing a lacy bra with a front fastening. A quick snap and her full, ripe breasts spilled out, drawing a groan I couldn’t stem.

‘Jesus, you have magnificent tits. Do you know that?’

Her very feminine smile was my answer. Hell, the woman confidently owned her assets and celebrated them.

I slid my finger through her wet heat, delighting in her small pleasured cry as I repeated the action.

After several passes, I buried two fingers fully inside her. ‘Do you like that?’

She inhaled sharply and nodded.

I cupped one heavy breast, glorying in the immediate tightening of her nipple. Unable to resist, I lowered my head and drew the puckered bud into my mouth.

God, she tasted like heaven. Her head tilted back as she attempted to ride my fingers.

Her unfettered responses were the stuff of carnal dreams. Leonora was the only woman in a long time that I’d craved seeing after our first sexual encounter, one-sided though that had been.

I wasn’t selfish in the sack by any means, but in the past my goal had been to achieve mutual satisfaction as many times as possible in an allotted time frame.

The fact that I was gifting her another one-sided trip to ecstasy should’ve irked the selfish bastard in me, but damned if I didn’t want to keep hearing those mindless little cries and feel the sensation of her wet pussy tightening around my fingers with every thrust inside her.

What the fuck was going on? It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she rolled her hips while in the throes of pleasure. I sucked her harder, and was rewarded with a deeper moan.

‘Good?’ I asked.

Her eager nod proceeded a gasped ‘Yes!’ that wrapped itself tight around my cock.

And still I couldn’t get enough. ‘Are you going to come for me, sweet Leonora?’

‘Yes!’ She raised her whole body off the chair, undulating with abandon as she met my piston-fast fingers. ‘It’s so good, Gideon. Don’t stop. Please,’ she begged mindlessly.

Wasn’t it just beyond ironic that the moment I agreed to behave myself for the sake of my undeserving family, a unique woman like Leonora would land on my lap? I was pretty sure Lady Karma was laughing herself stupid for fucking me over like this.

Every second of the remaining days of my self-imposed celibacy would be hell, but if this was a fraction of what awaited me at the end, it would be worth it. Her soft cries grew sharper, her skin flushed deep pink.

‘Are you close, baby?’

‘So close,’ she gasped. Her whole body shook as the first wave of her orgasm hit hard. I drew back a touch, not wanting to miss a single frame of the incredible scene unfolding before me.

A blush suffused her whole body, her parted lips temptation itself as her breasts lightly bounced to my thrusts. When her convulsions intensified, I reached for her nape, holding her in place as she shuddered wildly around my fingers. Her sweet pussy clenched and unclenched, so beautifully tight, it was all I could do not to drop my trousers and ram my throbbing cock inside her. When the urge grew too hard to resist, I dragged her closer and fused my mouth over hers.

I kissed her down from her high, waited until her breathing quieted, before I withdrew my fingers. Eager for a taste of her, I licked my fingers. Lust-drugged eyes widened as she watched me.

‘I wish we were somewhere more private so I could taste straight from the source.’

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