Page 35 of Buon Natale, My Wicked Rogue
His fingers burned on her raw flesh. She bit her lip to hide the fact, partly because she didn’t want to make him feel any worse about her soreness than he already did. And partly because beneath the chafing pain, fiery sparks of pleasure tingled in her pearl, that was already becoming erect.
“You’re so beautiful here.”
Her cheeks burned hotter. It was one thing to talk like this in the night and to go at each other’s bodies like feral cats. But itwas another in the morning, with the sunlight filtering through the sheer white curtains and illuminating the room.
“Don’t blush, my love; I am very familiar with this part of you.”
She bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling, her face flaming even hotter. “But you don’t usually stare at me so directly.”
“I do every chance I get. You are usually so aroused that you don’t notice.”
He stopped touching her, and before she could stop it, a moan of loss escaped her.
She kept staring at the ceiling. Hot wetness grazed her pearl, causing fire to spark through her again. She gasped and looked down.
He had bent and leaned forward and put his face right against her sex. He was licking her with quick motions.
She threw a glance at the window, covered by the sheer curtains.
“Someone, maybe the gardeners, will see.”
“They can’t see in here, love.”
“I can see them.” She laughed shakily as she watched them moving about the lawn.
“The glare on the white curtains will keep them from seeing.” He placed his hands on her buttocks. “Move closer.”
“No,” she said, giggling now.
“It will distract you from your soreness until they can bring the bath here.” He grasped her more firmly and put his head back to her flesh, moving his tongue in a circle over her erect nub.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, unable to keep herself from clutching his head. “Oh, oh.” She bit her lip as a pleasurable need surged in her. “Oh, I am going to come. Oh, I am, I am.”
Her teeth sank a little deeper into her lower lip as another, more substantial surge of pleasure centered in that tiny, throbbing part of her. The pleasure was so sweet that she shuddered against her body’s powerful seduction to just let herself come.
He stopped and lifted his head.
She clutched at his coal-black hair. “Oh, please, just a little more.” She heard the desperate neediness in her voice.
“This will be the wreck of my neck.” He stood.
She fell onto the chaise seat he’d vacated and spread her legs wide with her eyes closed. “Please, please, Evan.”
He must have already dropped to his knees in front of her splayed legs, for his tongue returned to make those hot, wet circles over her flesh. Bliss washed over her, and the pleasurable surging, beguiling tension that would build and build started coming, and she didn’t even try to resist or to stop the soft whimpers that welled up in her throat.
As the last, powerful surge came over her, the overwhelming tension in her flesh drew so tightly that it became painful, and she hissed and thrashed her head and pressed forward to that blade of flame that licked and licked her. Then the release poured over her, wave after wave, each one sweeter than the last, until it became too sweet to bear, and she screamed softly then went limp. As the sensations ebbed, followed by a feeling of powerful satisfaction, she sighed with relief and smiled, still too weak to open her eyes.
“You look like a cream-fed cat.”
She laughed weakly, caressing his hair with a hand that still shook. “I can’t move.”
A knock on the door heralded the arrival of the servants with the bathwater. A moment of panic overcame her, sending energy surging through her.
Her husband was a dangerous man, for he made her forget all propriety. He dropped a blanket over her, and she managed to slide her body up the cushion and wrap the blanket over her lascivious daytime nakedness.
She saw that he had donned his dressing gown. He came to her and placed a kiss on her head. “Don’t be dismayed. We’re newlyweds. The servants expect us to be disheveled today of all days.”
“You’re a wicked rogue of a husband,” she whispered. “You tempt and seduce me into wickedness.”
