Page 9 of Unspoken
He drew back, shaking his head. A flicker ofsomething like regret passed through his eyes before he blinked it away. Hetook a breath, allowing his free hand to roam the curve of her waist. His mouthlowered to pay her attention, but the moist exploration began at the hollow ofher neck.
Distracted, she twisted beneath him, a slave tothe fingers warming her skin, and then to his hot mouth branding it. When hereached her breast he lingered there, taking her nipple into his mouth, causingher back to arch off the bed in helpless accord.
A strangled cry burst from her as his teethlightly grazed the untried bud, causing the pressure in her abdomen and core tobecome a wild, unmanageable thing.
As if heeding her undeclared need, his handlanguidly trailed the curve of her waist and the flare of her hip until itbrushed against the downy nest between her legs.
“Oh!” She gasped, seized by sudden uncertainty.
What if she were too innocent to understand whathe required of her? Would he be revolted by the abundant slick moisture he wouldfind when he touched her? She knew nothing about pleasing a man, and hecouldn’t verbally command her. What if he found her inadequate in some way? Didhe expect her to do anything other than lie beneath him? Such insecuritiesthreatened to choke her for a moment, and she found herself wishing he wouldpress his mouth to hers. She felt the wordless comfort of a kiss would allayher fears.
Instead, a single fingertip traced the seam of hernether lips, and all coherent thought fled.
Her hips surged toward him of their own volition.
Triumph shone on his face as he raised a knee andworked it in between hers, gently forcing her legs to part. Running the samefinger along the identical path, his low growl washed over her again as heencountered the pool of wetness. Her fears swiftly dissipated as his eyesrolled shut in apparent delight, and he drew his fingers one by one through thesilky dampness.
Evelyn’s cheeks warmed in a furious blush. Stilltrapped by the strong hand capturing her wrists above her head, she layhelpless to do anything but let out a thin, shocked cry as his slick fingersbrushed against the engorged flesh at the apex of her core. Foreign pleasuresnaked through her like the lightning from a violent sea storm, and she buckedagainst the unfamiliar sensation.
A slow, sensual smile spreading across hischiseled face, Roderick traced soft, glossy circles around her clitorisstopping to dip his fingers and retrieve more of her nectar, which sprung froma never-ending well. His other hand released her and traced its way throughher hair to her neck and shoulders, caressing down to cup and knead herbreasts.
Once released, Evelyn wound her arms around hisbrawny neck and tried to draw his mouth to hers. She needed to be doingsomething other than lying in a puddle of mystified pleasure.
His eyes locked on her lips. A prolonged blinkand the most insignificant pause of his fingers caused her concern before heducked his head and dragged his warm lips against the sensitive skin of herneck.
Feeling oddly denied, Evelyn only had a moment towonder before his hot tongue stroked the beaded tip of her nipple, and hisfingers began a wondrous plucking rhythm against her tender flesh.
Her blood ebbed and flowed with the expert movementsof his fingers as they harmonized with the strokes and swirls of his sinfultongue. Elusive building tension caused her limbs to writhe helplessly as itrapidly converged into her core before exploding outwards using her body’sintrinsic currents to course pleasure from the epicenter of his ministrationsto the outermost recesses of her fingers and toes.
Crying out in astonishment, Evelyn was helpless todo anything but allow the spasms to break over her like the roll of the tides. Waveafter wave of sensation carried her deeper and deeper into the fathomlessemerald sea that stormed in Roderick’s expressive eyes.
When the pleasure became too much to bear, and hisstrokes burned the previously untouched nerves, Evelyn whimpered and trembled,arching her hips away from the incessant pressure of his fingers.
Roderick seemed to understand instantly and hiswarm, magical hand left her.
Within the space of a few stolen moments, hertedious, dismal existence had been utterly altered. Enthralled, scandalized,and thoroughly pleasured, Evelyn watched as Roderick palmed himself with slickfingers and spread what little moisture he could on his thick shaft. His skin stretchedtighter over high cheekbones, and his breath came in short rasps, heaving fromhis lungs as if he were carrying a heavy load.
Evelyn instinctively knew what he wanted, what heneeded from her. Feeling shy, she widened her knees, spreading herself beforehim, offering her body for the taking.
The heat in his eyes threatened to consume her ashe positioned the hot blunt head of his manhood at her aperture, moistening thetip as he settled his bulk atop her, creating a silken curtain with his darkhair. Their chests heaved together as they each silently struggled for breath.
As his hips nudged forward, he breached theopening of her body. At the first searing hint of pain, her muscles seized andbore down, clamping shut against his entry.
Evelyn winced and caught her lip between her teethas she watched a fine sheen of sweat break out on his brow. Roderick trembled withvisible effort now, yet he stroked her hair and whispered a tender ‘shhhh’betweenhis teeth in an obvious attempt to relax her enough to grant him entry.
Oh God, what if he were too big to fit?
At a loss for what to do, she remained locked withhim in a sexual battle for a few tense moments, him gaining a few inches beforeher offended muscles tensed against him.
Pulling back, worried questions wrinkled his brow,Roderick started to push up away from her.
“Wait,”she pleaded softly, grasping him inan attempt to stop his retreat, “I know I can do this.” Her voice trembled.Shame heated her face. “Would you…kiss me?”
From the hard, stunned look he gave her, she wascertain of his denial and her heart seized. Cupping his clenched, unyieldingjaw in her hand, Evelyn brushed a thumb across his full lips testing theirtexture and tracing their flawless contours. She whispered again, “Please?”
He blinked at her. That rough, foreign rumbleemanated from his chest again as he seemed to seriously deliberate the appeal.
Was it such an arduous request? How she wished hecould express his thoughts to her.
