Page 89 of A Night of Forever
She pushed at his chest until he relented and collapsed theatrically back against the headboard. His sexy smile made her body pulse with need. Seeing his raised eyebrow she said, “You don’t get to be in control all of the time.”
His fingers released her hair and wrapped around the headboard at his back. “I’m all yours,ma cherie.Do with me what you will.”
She’d never get a better invitation. “Then do not let go of that headboard unless I give you permission.”
His grin widened in challenge. “And if I do?”
“I shall leave you to pleasure yourself.” Hearing such shameless words come out of her own mouth made her face as hot as her body. “Although that would be a sight I’d love to see.”
Something between a groan and a laugh rumbled low in his chest. “Hard to do with my hands positioned above me.”
“I’ll just have to do it for you, then,” she said, and earned another rumbling laugh.
She wished he’d laugh more. The sound was both comforting and teasing.
She loved the rush of pleasure that invaded her senses with the knowledge that she had Arend under her command. She leaned forward and tasted his lips with her tongue, gliding it over them before slipping it into his inviting mouth.
The taste of him intoxicated her. She could become addicted to his kisses—wasaddicted to his kisses. His head strained toward her as she teased him, withdrawing and then surging back to take his mouth in what she hoped was a commanding kiss.
She let her hands travel down over his perfectly flat stomach until she encountered the top of his breeches. She fumbled with them, trying to free his erection, yet unable to see what she was doing because she didn’t want to stop kissing him. Still, her fumbling only seemed to excite Arend more, as his hips lifted and pushed against her fingers.
Finally she managed to unbutton his fall and free the sleek, hard length of him. Only then did she break the kiss and pull back enough to look down his magnificent body. His erection jutted almost to his navel, and a liquid drop glistened at its head.
It was too much of an invitation. She scooted down his body with little finesse, simply focused on tasting him.
She knew exactly what to do.
With the tip of her tongue she touched the slit at the top of his penis. His body shuddered beneath her. She loved the reaction and couldn’t wait to see this man lose control because of her. Eagerly she leaned closer and ran a moist line up the long, hard length of him.
A groan broke the silence of the room. Once again, his hips jerked. She wrapped her hand around his staff, holding firm, gliding the skin up and down his length until his eyes closed and his head dropped back against the headboard.
She was thoroughly aroused by the sight of him, his arms taut, muscles bulging as his hands gripped the headboard until his knuckles turned white. The thick heaviness of his member thrilled her. She recalled what it was like to take him into her body, and her womanly core pulsed with need.
Sometimes she wished he was not so honorable.
She lowered her mouth and slipped the head of his penis between her lips, letting her tongue play around the underside while her hand continued to caress him.
His eyes flew open. “Sweet mother of God.”
She must be doing something right.
She held his wild gaze, taking him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, faster.
“God,” he ground out as his hips began to lift and fall in time to her ministrations, “this feels so good.”
As he pushed deeper into her, she could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her eyes water, but the tension coiling deep within his body seemed to resonate in her own.
“I want to use my hands. Give me permission—please…”
Without taking her mouth from his cock, she shook her head.
“If you keep going, I’m going to come.”
She stopped for a moment and murmured, “That’s the idea,” then returned to her self-appointed task of driving him mad.
He was beautiful in his passion. Fierce, vulnerable, desperate. All these emotions showed in his eyes, in his taut jaw, as he tried to fight off his release, as he tried to halt his loss of control.
Isobel continued to play, licking the small slit at the top of his cock, wrapping one hand firmly round his shaft, while the other weighed and fondled his sacs.
