Page 91 of The Rebellious Countess
She gasped. “We can’t…” She hesitated and arched her back to look over her shoulder at the neatly tied sailor’s knot securing her hands together with the red silk fabric of the cardinal’s robe. She whispered, “We can’t have sex while I’m tied up with a priest’s holy clothing.”
“Want to place a wager on that?”
“How did you get it?”
“You dropped it on shore when Ross found us. I picked it up and kept it.”
He was out of his clothing in seconds, not minutes, and then he was pushing the shoulders of her gown down and lifting her breasts from her half corset, exposing her to his gaze.
“Holy hell,” he swore.
“Don’t say that!”
“You’re more beautiful than ever.” He caressed her, stroked her, admired her flesh as he pushed and plumped, and finallytook one nipple into his mouth and groaned a throaty noise that spoke of desire and need. “God, I’ve missed these.”
“If we…” She gasped as his tongue circled and teased. “If we get struck by lightning it’s your fault.”
“Mmmm.”
He switched to her other breast and continued teasing the first nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling it, then pinching it as his teeth grazed the other. Máira could do nothing but moan as she arched into his mouth and absorbed every touch and stroke he gifted her. Material ripped and her gown was gone. His nimble fingers unlacing her corset faster than any maid. She heard the ripping of more fabric as her shift fell away and then he was kissing her once more. Their naked bodies rejoicing in their nudity as he directed her away from the bookcase toward the settee.
He broke the kiss and turned her around, his chest to her back as he reached over the settee and grabbed a pillow.
“What are you…oh, holy hell.”
“It seems we will both be to blame if we are struck by lightning,” he whispered into her ear.
She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing, because the full-length mirror on the wall gave her the most erotic view of her life—their naked bodies aroused for each other. Elias placed his hand in the middle of her back as they watched each other in the mirror, and he slowly bent her over the back of the settee, making sure her ribs were protected with the pillow and that she could see what he was going to do to her in the mirror.
He grinned when he had her right where he wanted her. “Don’t move.”
“I don’t plan to.”
He kissed her spine, tracing the ridges with his tongue, every inch feeling like a new dash of ecstasy. His fingers caressed herarse, massaging her flesh, stroking so close to her center, only to retreat time and time again. She squirmed as she watched his mouth trace over the globes, his tongue circling her most intimate place until she was a ball of aching need.
“Please, Elias,” she begged, and he was on his knees, his cock pointing to where they both wanted it to be. “I need your cock,” she insisted.
“I need your pussy,” he responded, right before he spread her legs wider and lapped her wetness. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, and did it again and again.
He licked, and tormented, and tantalized to the point Máira was unable to watch. She closed her eyes and let her orgasm take over as he sucked her clit, and her body quaked with spasm after spasm of pure bliss.
“Open your eyes,mo ghaol.”
She complied and saw his beautiful body in the mirror. His knees bent, his glorious cock going between her legs to nudge at her core and she was on the brink once more. He entered her with one hard thrust, his head falling back and his exquisite hair brushing his shoulders. He was the vision of a Roman god, making love to her.
“This is heaven,” he groaned. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
She flexed her core in response.
“Devil woman,” he growled, and slapped her arse, shocking them both. She whimpered and his eyes widened as he sought her gaze in the mirror.
“Do it again,” she begged, and watched his jaw tighten and his eyes light with desire.
His palm met her arse once more and she groaned, her pussy spasming around his length as he rubbed circles into the red mark of his hand. His desire took over, he pulled out to drive up into her hard and fast, one hand gripping her hip, the other splayed across the middle of her back. The carnality of it all as hestroked in and out, the red satin tickling between the globes of her arse, was enough to drive her to insanity. Her pants urging him on as a bolt of pleasure shot through her body.
“I’ve missed you, Máira. I was a husk of a man without you.” Their bodies moved in perfect harmony.
“Then don’t leave me again.” Her voice became edgy as her hands curled around their silk binding and she moaned in rapture.
