Page 69 of My Wicked Earl
His cock twitched beneath the bedclothes. Colin was certain he wouldn’t survive the night.
Miranda’s eyes widened even more, her gaze glued to the movement beneath the sheet. A fingertip toyed with the edge of the linen.
“Go on,” he whispered, fascinated by the way the tangled mass of her hair traveled down his torso.
The sheet pulled away from his stomach until the edge lay just below his navel. Her touch was light as she explored the breadth of his chest, tracing the muscles of his stomach. She pressed her lips to the skin just above the cover of the sheet. Her palms flattened over the mat of hair on his chest as her fingers tickled the lines of his ribs.
“You resemble one of mother’s statues,” her voice was soft, “except for the hair, of course. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“You weren’t?” He struggled to keep his voice even as she touched the rim of his navel with her tongue.
In one fluid move, Colin rolled Miranda over, as the sheet fell from his body.
“Oh.” She blinked at him. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up to run her fingers over his arms to his bare hips. “You’re so much better than one of mother’s statues. I find that I am speechless.”
Smiling, he kissed her skin through the nightgown until he came to her hips. “At last.” He pulled up the edge of her nightgown.
God, she was lovely. A perfect mound of dark curls nestled between the soft curve of her thighs, begging for his touch. Colin’s fingers danced over the soft down, lightly blowing against the curls and watched as her legs opened like a rose unraveling it’s petals. Her flesh glistened, wet and beautifully pink.
“Shall I kiss you?” He breathed against the warm, wet softness, eager to have the taste of her on his lips. Colin didn’t wait for her to answer.
A soft whimper came from her lips as his tongue found its way to her center, sliding between the silken folds.
“You’re very wet, Miranda.” He inserted a finger while his tongue licked and tasted her.
“Colin,” she whimpered. “This is very wicked.”
“Mmm,” he growled from deep in his chest. He inserted another finger, feeling the clench of her muscles. His tongue roamed over her, seeking out the tiny nub of flesh that was the source of her pleasure, teasing and coaxing, until it became swollen and engorged.
Miranda began to pant. Nonsensical words spilled from her lips as the sensations began to build within her. He felt every small tremble. Every soft sigh. He adored the way her body tightened as his ministrations intensified. Her hands fell to his head and shoulders, holding him against her.
His mouth closed over her, drawing the bit of engorged flesh into his mouth, sucking gently but relentlessly. His fingers moved within her channel, curling back and forth, searching for exactly the right spot.
Miranda cried out when he succeeded. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched against his mouth.
A deep seductive moan came from her as she bucked against his mouth, the muscles of her body clenching around his fingers as she climaxed.
He held her firmly against his mouth, his fingers moving out of her body to spread the pink swollen flesh. Taking the tip of his tongue, Colin laved only that sensitive nub, enjoying the way the flesh pulsed.
Miranda’s hips came off the bed as another orgasm rocked her body. Her legs trembled against his shoulders as each waved ripped through her. He continued to lick and suck until the last tremor subsided and a deep sigh of satisfaction left her lips.
Mine.
MIRANDA FELT ABSOLUTELY DECADENT.
The things Colin had just done to her with his mouth and tongue were nothing short of wicked.
Delicious.
She looked down, pushing back the shyness that suddenly engulfed her at the sight of Colin’s head still between her legs. His chin was settled on one thigh, watching her with a tiny smug lift to his mouth. He was very pleased with himself.
“I am the most fortunate of men.”
Colin’s eyes had gone nearly black, almost feral, as he slowly moved up on all fours. Like a beast about to devour her. Ravish her. A tingle of excitement ran through her.
Miranda’s eyes lowered, looking at his manhood jutting proudly from a wild thatch of dark blonde hair. Had it always been so large? She’d often felt the hard length of him, pressing against her skirts, and again tonight through the thin protection of the sheet, but how in the world would that fit inside her?
Colin’s beautiful face looked down at her with concern and something else.Hunger.
