Page 26 of Surrender Your Grace
A stream of breath coaxed them higher. Then his mouth closed over one, sucking and nibbling. She arched into him instinctively, his caresses igniting a strange restlessness.
By the time he rose above her, her body pulsed with need. His voice resonated more deeply, when he proclaimed, “You belong to me, Cici. It’s my duty—and honor—to protect and cherish you always. I take that responsibility seriously. Keep your vows, and I’ll keep mine.”
His warm hands mapped every curve. She would’ve promised anything, but words eluded her. Luckily, he didn’t expect an answer, his lips finding hers, smothering any words she might have said in a kiss that stole her breath away.
“This glorious mouth is mine,” he murmured. “Your body, too.” Andrew’s fingers trailed over her waist and rounded hips. He slid one hand under her and palmed a bottom cheek while he pressed his turgid length firmly against her. “This velvety haven between your legs is mine to touch, tease, and yes, to taste. I plan to have you often, possessing your body until it learns to crave mine, always seeking our shared pleasure.”
“Do you belong to me too, Andrew?” she asked, boldly.
His answer came without hesitation. “You do. I’m not only your husband, but your protector, guide, and soon, your lover.”He lifted slightly, and his intense gaze fixed upon her. “Spread your legs for me, Cici, so I may claim what is mine.”
Her cheeks burned as though they might ignite, but she did as bidden, wanting more. Wanting him.
“Wider,” he urged. “I must lie between your thighs to taste you and soon take your virginity.”
“Oh, Andrew,” she breathed. “The things you say are frightfully lurid.”
“Does it make you feel naughty?”
“Never more so.”
“Excellent, naughty and daring and carnal can be fun, and it means we are definitely on the right track.” On his knees, he pressed her thighs farther apart. “When I say ‘wide,’ sweeting, this is what I mean.”
“Heaven help me,” she whispered, appallingly exposed as his broad shoulders kept her legs open.
She squealed when he parted her folds with his thumbs, baring her most intimate place. Then he did the unthinkable—he licked her.
“Mm, you taste better than Cook’s honey-almond cake. Every time I have one from hereafter, I’ll think of lapping up your sweet honey.”
“Andrew!” she cried, stunned by his vulgarity.
“Shall I call this pretty pink haven something else? Your womanly parts, perhaps?” He clucked his tongue. “I think not. It’s too impersonal and not something I’d call out while rampant with passion. How about quivering quim?”
He glanced up from between her thighs, his grin pure mischief. Cici shook her head, appalled but barely suppressing a laugh.
“No? I’ve heard it referred to asmy fruitful vine.” He nuzzled her curls with his chin, giving her an outrageous wink.“There’s alwayscock’s alley, but that is much too crude. Don’t you agree?”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted—but instead of protesting, a giggle escaped. “You are incorrigible.”
“I’ve been called worse.”He dove back in, lips reclaiming flesh, and soon her laughter turned into a symphony ofoohs, ahs, andoh, Andrews. Lifting his head a touch, his warm breath taunted her sensitive flesh. “That’s it, sweet pea,” he murmured. “Sing for me.”
His mouth moved deliberately, licking and suckling with rhythmic devotion until her body writhed beneath his hands, alive and burning. Her hands gripped the linens; her thighs trembled.
One long finger slid through her slickness, drawing a gasp as her cries mingled heat with helplessness. Then he paused—just long enough to tease the bud at the front of her sex—before sliding a single digit into her entrance.
She stiffened instinctively at the intrusion but didn’t resist. Her body, though startled, welcomed the growing ache.
“Easy. I’m simply preparing you to take me.” His finger moved slowly, in and out, each glide a tender promise. As if beckoned by his stare, she lifted lashes she hadn’t realized had fallen. Blue eyes met hers—fierce and searing.
“How does that feel?”
Cici’s answer came without hesitation, honest and unguarded. “Sinful, and better than I thought possible.”
He chuckled, low and like velvet. “You should withhold judgment on that until the end.”
***
Andrew pressed in gradually, careful not to frighten her. Wanting nothing more than to drive his aching prick into the heavenly heat that surrounded his finger, it took a herculeaneffort he didn’t know he possessed. She was tight and without a doubt untried.That he would be her first, last, and was well and truly his, no one else’s, almost unmanned him.
