Page 28 of Surrender Your Grace
It was too much. His control unraveled.
Sweat beaded his forehead, proving the strain of holding back.Slipping a hand in between them, he located the pearl at the front of her sex.
“If I don’t come inside you, I’ll lose my mind,”
Cici’s eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat. “But Andrew,” she gasped. “You are already inside me.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he rasped. “But you’ll understand soon.”
His fingers worked her pleasure point as he pumped into her in a steady rhythm. She arched her back until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. Once again, her nails dug into his flesh.
“Something’s… happening,” she cried, body arching beneath him.
“Good. Let go. Let the bliss of orgasm take you away.”
He thrust. His fingers worked. Her body bowed more. And then—like a thread pulled to tight, she snapped. Her cries filled the air as limbs tightened around him, body shuddering in a rush of uncontrolled passion.
Unable to hold off any longer, Andrew answered with a carnal roar, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her.
Panting, drenched in sweat, he collapsed atop her. Realizing his weight, he rolled to his side, taking her with him, still joined, still connected.
Touching her face, he brushed damp tendrils from her skin, kissed her cheeks, held her close.
“I have no words,” she breathed.
“Neither do I,” he agreed against her kiss-swollen lips. “But sometimes speech is unnecessary.”
***
Lying limp in his arms, Cici thought back over the past hour and blushed. The things he had done to her. Actually putting his mouth on her… there.
She could hardly think about it, let alone say it. Also shocking, Andrew possessed a remarkably salty vocabulary for a gentleman.
“Where did you learn such scandalous words?”
“I said quite a bit. Which are you referring to?”
She could feel his lips curve against her skin. He was teasing her, of course. As if she would repeat them!
Her face burned as she remembered what he had called her woman’s flesh. And foreign words she could only guess at had passed his lips at the height of his passion.
“I have traveled the world. Those were mild compared to some of the other bawdier nouns and adjectives I have heard.”
“I can’t fathom what half of them mean.”
“Should we start a vocabulary lesson?” he teased, trailing kisses along her cheek to the corners of her mouth.
“Maybe just the last one. The Latin sounding word you said before I... and you… That is to say we…”
He arched a skeptical brow, offering no help, clearly enjoying her uncertainty.
“Never mind, then,” she said with a pout.
“My apologies,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “My excuse is that you’re delightfully adorable when flustered. I think the word you’re referring to is orgasm, and it is indeed Latin. Now to define it.Hm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “There are so many synonyms I don’t know that I can remember them all. To climax sexually is one, for certain. Or to swell with excitement.” He winked at her. “I certainly did that, didn’t I? To become ripe or go into heat.” He rolled onto his back with her lying atop his chest, and his grin was full of mischief as he added, “We can assign those characteristics to you. There is also to burgeon, to culminate, and to surge with strength. Again, regarding myself.”
Giggling uncontrollably, she swatted his shoulder. “You are incorrigible, husband, and a veritable fount of information.”
“No… fount would signify you, for I certainly baptized you in the living waters this evening.”
