Page 33 of Buon Natale, My Wicked Rogue
Though she appeared fatigued, he could smell the spices in the air. He knew if he kissed her now, he would taste rum and spices on her tongue. She intended to enjoy herself, and he definitely approved.
He would have gone to the sideboard and helped himself to a cup of that hot milk and rum that she’d already indulged in. However, at that moment, she untied her dressing gown, slid it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor in a pool of emerald silk at her feet. He sucked in his breath, his gaze drinking in her beauty from her dark rose-tipped breasts to her narrow waist and voluptuous hips.
She came to him naked and pressed herself against his still fully clothed body. Without thought, he let his hands slide downthe silken skin of her back until he reached her round, full buttocks. He cupped her softness and pressed her pelvis into his erection.
She stood on her tiptoes and leaned into his neck. The sudden sharpness of her teeth on his earlobe made him startle, but it made his cock throb with a fierce bolt of lust.
“I saw those ladies, the way they all stared at you tonight, my love. I saw the hunger in their eyes.”
“Really,” he said. “I didn’t notice any of them.”
“Well, in the weeks and months and years to come, you had better remember that you belong to me. You pledged yourself to me today.”
“I will not forget, my love.”
“I intend that you should never have the energy or will to forget that you belong to me.” She put her mouth over his earlobe and flicked it with her tongue. Heat burst in his ear and down his neck, pleasurable heat that somehow registered directly in his cock, and he was throbbing and leaking, hungry for her.
She pulled away from him and cupped her breasts, holding them up for his inspection. Then she arched one shoulder towards him and cupped that breast, holding it out to him.
His gaze riveted on the erect nipple, the rose color intensifying as though before his eyes.
“Suck my nipples,” she said, her voice a little husky yet soft as a whisper and her eyes glowing softly, dark and appearing browner than hazel from her dilated pupils. He leaned down and grazed his tongue across her nipple and lingered, enjoying the satin yet firm feel of the erect tip.
He enjoyed the way she shuddered and then moaned, the way she swayed against him. He held her by the buttocks, steadying her so he could focus on drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
She shifted and offered him the other breast, and he accepted. She moaned and arched her back.
He had to be inside her now.
Without delay.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said.
With a soft moan, she complied. He cupped her buttocks more firmly, carried her to the bed, and deposited her there gently. She looked up at him with those dark, hooded eyes, watching as he wrenched the buttons on his trousers open. His erection sprang free.
He leaned over her, ready to thrust into her at once.
She reached up and grasped his pulsing shaft. His cock throbbed violently in her hold.
“Angela,” he gasped, his hips jerking forward as though of their own accord.
She pulled herself up and leaned toward his straining flesh and put her lips to the crown.
“Angela, Angela,” he gasped her name. It sounded like a plea, either for her to stop such delicious torture or never stop; he wasn’t sure. His heart hammered in his chest, and his cock seemed to become harder.
She put her mouth over him, a slow, silken slide. Her soft, hot, wet mouth nearly undid him. He threaded his hands through the mass of her loosely curling hair until his fingers splayed on her scalp.
She moaned in her throat, the vibrations carrying to his cock in her mouth. She began to move back and forth, and he let her have her way with him and his erection for long moments until he felt his cods pull tight against his body. He felt the warning surges deep inside. He would spend soon. As gently as he could manage, he pulled her head away.
“I’ll swallow you,” she said breathlessly, her passion-darkened eyes pleading with him. She circled both hands around his shaft, and she placed her lips to his crown, sliding her lips over the huge head and moaning as though it were the greatest of delicacies. “I want to. I want to taste you. I want to consume you.”
Damn, he wanted to spill into her mouth immediately. He felt the surge within himself, stronger this time.
“No, not this time,” he said, his words sounding harsh, for he was gritting his jaw, trying to control the urge to come. He put his hands on her shoulders and, as gently as he could, pressed her down on the bed.
“Spread yourself for me.”
She parted her legs, revealing the glistening dark pinkness of her aroused sex. He grabbed his cock, and with a groan, he fell over her, then put the head to her hot wetness and entered her on one fierce thrust. At the sudden encasing of his aching flesh into hers, he groaned.
