Page 75 of The Earl's Bluestocking Bride
Lord, like this, she could almost believe herself a seductress.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her as her hips began to tip back and forth. “Ride my tongue.”
Oh God.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream as the most intense pleasure she’d ever known barreled through her. She shuddered and whimpered and somehow managed to look into Andrew’s eyes until he’d wrung every last ounce of sensation from her.
She floated in a haze of sated desire, hardly aware that he was climbing over her. She didn’t fully return to herself until he kissed her and she tasted something unusual on his lips. Was that from her?
“So beautiful.” He shifted her around until she was lying lengthwise on the bed with him pressed along her body. He kissed her again, then nuzzled the side of her neck. “This next part might be a bit uncomfortable.”
She blinked up at him, in a daze. “I trust you.”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
One of his hands cupped her, similar to the way he had earlier, but this time, he didn’t stop there. One finger pushed against her entrance and slid inside.
Amelia gasped. It didn’t feel bad, just… strange. She wasn’t used to having things up there, and it was tight. If it was this tight with one finger, hopefully the part of him he needed to insert wouldn’t be much larger.
“Breathe out,” he urged. “Relax your muscles. The more relaxed you are, the more comfortable it will be.”
She exhaled slowly, doing her best to relax, but it was awfully hard to do so on command.
He speared her with another finger.
“You’re so tight.” His voice was thick. “No one else has ever had you before. You’re all mine.”
Maybe. But was he all hers?
She cast the thought aside as he added a third finger. She tensed automatically at the pinch of pain.
“Shh.” He kissed her, tangling their tongues again.
Bit by bit, the tension eased from her body. He pressed his palm flat against that magic nub, and she whimpered.
“I’m going to fill you now,” he whispered. “All right?”
“Uh-huh.”
He got off her and, with rapid movements, removed his shirt, trousers, and drawers. Amelia drank in the sight of him as he approached. His abdomen was flat, his nipples pink, and his torso was dusted with reddish-brown hair. His legs tensed with each step, more muscular than she would have expected, and then there was the thing between his legs.
His cock.
She gulped. It was definitely longer and thicker than his fingers, and with its dusky coloring and the way it juttedforward, she worried it might be more than she could handle.
She inhaled slowly. “That’s a lot.”
He looked oddly pleased. “You can take it. Your body was made for me.”
As he settled over her, she tried to focus on how wonderful he’d made her feel before rather than how uncomfortable this might be. His thumb found her nub and circled gently—just enough to make her hips twitch and heat pool in her core.
“Trust me?” he murmured, holding her gaze.
“I do.”
She rose off the bed and kissed him. As their lips clung together, he notched his cock against her entrance and pushed in. At first, she clenched against the intrusion, and when he continued to inch forward, she had to grit her teeth against the urge to push him away.
But he deepened the kiss, and her body grew languid. As it did, the discomfort eased. When he was fully inside her, he didn’t move.
