Page 55 of Sir Hugo Seeks a Wife
He glanced his lips over hers again.“Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she murmured and pressed forward to nestle against his chest.He felt the softness of her breasts and the jut of her nipples.
“Now take me,” he murmured into her hair.
“Take you?”
“Yes.”
She straightened and pulled back to study his dick.He thought that he might have to explain what he wanted, but she rose on her thighs and adjusted her position.
When her breasts shifted against him, his prick twitched in eagerness.Then there was a delicious pressure, as she took the head inside her.For an excruciating, exquisite moment, she poised above him.Then with an audible exhalation, she slid down.When satiny heat caressed his entire length, his racing heart crashed so hard against his ribs that he feared it must burst free.
“Oh!”Her eyes rounded in delighted astonishment.She squirmed a little closer.
“Good?”he asked in a strangled voice, although her rapt expression told him what he needed to know.The impulse to move, to take over rose.But he wanted to give her this.Show her that she could be an active partner.
“More than good.What happens now?”
“You decide.”His jaw set as hard as basalt.“Like this, you’re in charge.”
“Oh.”He saw that the idea pleased her, although she didn’t budge, which was probably a good thing where his self-control was concerned.“Should I move?”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
Thank God for that.Her body clasped him so tight, he was on the verge of spilling.It was astonishing, given what they’d already done.He was generally a man of measured appetite, who took his time with a partner.There was nothing measured about how he felt now.Athene drove him to such a pitch of craving, he had to resist the urge to swive her every time she touched him.“Well?”
Her grip on his shoulders firmed, as her hips performed a tentative circle.“That’s nice.”
Hugo closed his eyes in an agony of pleasure.“Yes, it is.”
It was better than nice.It was bloody marvelous.Her brazen appreciation for this new position stirred both his body and his emotions.Even more tentatively, she rose on her thighs.He gulped and closed his eyes.The slow rocking tortured him with the wildest extremes of pleasure.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying it,” she muttered, stopping without moving away.
His eyes cracked open, and he greeted that fatuous statement with an incredulous snort.“Don’t be a henwit, Athene.I’ve dreamed of this ever since we met.You’re the most perfect lover I could imagine.In fact, you’re so perfect, you incinerate my wildest imaginings to dust.”
A frown drew her winged dark brows together.“Hugo, you can’t say things like that.”
“I can if they’re true,” he protested.Despite his promise to leave her in charge, he couldn’t help tilting his hips up.
The doubtful glance she sent him dissolved into a haze of pleasure.She moved more confidently.He released another groan and placed his hands on her breasts.Her satiny skin was soft beneath his touch.His thumbs flicked against the pert nipples.
“I like that.”
He squeezed the generous curves.“This position has its advantages.”
“Easy access?”she asked with a giggle of such salacious suggestiveness that his balls tightened.
Relishing the way his caresses made her grip him, he went back to toying with her pink, pointed nipples.She breathed in erratic gusts as she undulated over him.The smallest shift set pleasure roaring through his blood, even as her uninhibited enjoyment made him fight to hold back.
Hugo took one nipple into his mouth, using his tongue.Then, as he’d promised, his teeth scraped across the sensitive peak.She cried out and buried her hands in his hair.The next time, he was less gentle, and he felt her tremble then crash over into a climax.As she quaked and moaned, she squeezed him.He bore it as long as he could.Which wasn’t very long at all.Watching Athene reach the summit was the most thrilling sight in the world.
With urgent, clumsy haste, he pushed her back against the pillows then pulled free to spill on her stomach again.He grabbed for another towel to wipe the mess away.Then he dipped his head to place a kiss just below her navel.
As her orgasm ebbed, her breasts rose and fell.Her arms draped at her sides, as loose as string.Her palms lay open against the sheets.Her expression was soft and dazed as if she, like Hugo, had visited a new universe and now had trouble adjusting back to this world.She was the image of female satiation.
