Page 136 of A Promise of Peridot
Lifting my hand to cup her heavy breast through the chemise, I ran my thumb across her pointed nipple, and the simple act made my cock throb so hard I winced.
Arwen’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head as I flicked my finger across the pebbled point a second time, eliciting a choked moan.
“There you go,” I encouraged.
Arwen reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck to pull me into her, her lips finding mine again, before reaching frantically for the laces of my pants and yanking at them. I was happy to help, ripping the laces off faster than I had ever done anything in my life and sliding the trousers to the floor. I tore my shirt over my head and tossed it, nearly catching a lit candle on the mantel behind me and setting the room ablaze.
Neither of us would have even noticed.
Arwen’s eyes went wide as she stepped back to drink me in before she ran a single finger along my lower abdomen above mybreeches. I jerked with the contact and my balls tightened. I needed to—
Before I could finish that thought, or act on it, she raised her lips to me, reaching on pointed toes to kiss my chest. When her tongue licked down my ribs, my eyes rolled back in my head. She hummed in satisfaction, pleased with herself, and dipped her head lower. And then those lips were on my hip. And brushing along the line of my waistband. Only cotton separating my length from her mouth.
I must have made some effort to stop her, to make sure she knew she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to, but—
Her lips on my bare thigh. On the thin skin between my navel and cock.
Too heady, too euphoric—it was beyond anything I could resist. Possibly beyond anything I could handle.
My hand sought clumsily for something to grasp, and settled on the beam of the four-poster bed. I might’ve fisted my hands in her long, chocolate hair, pulled it tight as she sucked me off, guided her mouth around me, but I’d wait. Let her figure out first how she liked it.
Her hot, wet mouth continued a trail of indulgent, luxuriating kisses along my waistband, her fingers roaming up my thighs, her nose tickling the fine hairs of my low stomach... When she ran one warm hand over my length, I grasped the bedpost so violently the wood splintered beneath my fingers.
I needed her mouth on me.
She was torturing me. Teasing, taunting—
Cruel, wild, vixen bird.
Until... a tremble.
A pause, a barely audible gulp—
Without realizing they had been closed, my eyes shot open and down to her. “What’s wrong?”
Arwen shook her head, on her knees as she ran her hands up my legs, and they were—shaking. Her hands wereshaking.
I fought against the all-consuming urge to split the bedpost creaking under my palm in two.
A deep breath. I needed to take a deep breath.
I looked down at her again. So delicate from this angle. Her entire hand only half the width of my muscled thigh.
“Arwen,” I tried, burying the fury and disgust I felt at myself for not saying it sooner. “You don’t have to do this.”
Her eyes were soft under those full lashes. Not reluctant. Just nervous, perhaps. “Iwantto. I just—” Her breath came out in a whoosh. “Haven’t before. And I’d like it to be good for you.”
“Anything you do will feel... unbelievable.”
“Just tell me if I hurt you or bite you or something.” Slowly, with precision, she took off my breeches and pulled the base of my cock into her hand. The head was already sticky, and my cock twitched with her warm breath.
I grunted. And breathed. Slowly.
Resisted the urge to thrust into her closed fist.
Debased. That’s what you are. She’s already hesitant and you want to fuck her shaking hands?
After a few teasing strokes, she wrapped her mouth around me.
