Page 27 of Snowbound with the Earl
She laughed then looked at his face. “You don’t really mean to do that.”
“Let me show you exactly what I mean to do.” He reached for the satin ribbon holding her chemise closed and tugged it loose. The wide neck immediately drooped, and she allowed the garment to fall off her shoulders, down over her breasts. She pushed it over her hips, so it pooled on the floor at her feet. Now she stood in nothing but stockings, and Graham wet his lips. “Let me help you with those garters.”
She began to speak, but he sank to his knees before her. The garter was tied just above her knee, and he kissed the bare skin there. Immediately, goose flesh appeared on her pale thighs, and he kissed higher, the scent of her teasing him now. Her skin smelled of cherry cordial, and he caught the scent of her sex now too. He turned his face toward the dark curls between her legs, toward that intimate most part of her. He kissed higher while his hands untied her garters, allowing her stockings to slip down. He lifted one leg, removed the stocking, then repeated the gesture. But this time, instead of returning her foot to the floor, he anchored her knee over his shoulder.
“Graham!” She dug her hands in his hair to keep her balance. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a travesty that you even need to ask.” He kissed his way to her center, feeling her shiver as he took his time exploring. He opened her with one hand and slid his tongue along her seam, tasting her and feeling her contract with the first pulses of pleasure. He dipped a finger into her wet heat and used his tongue to probe until he found a small nub. When he flicked it with his tongue, she gasped. When he suckled and laved it, she moaned and swayed. He inserted another finger, feeling her inner muscles tighten around him. Her breathing was rapid now, and one glance revealed her upthrust breasts heaving as she struggled with the rising pleasure. That small nub he’d been teasing swelled against his tongue, and he rolled it about until she began to cry out. Her words were unintelligible, but her legs shook and his fingers inside her were sheathed tightly as she climaxed.
He grasped her hips as he felt her legs give out so she was supported from behind by the bed. He pushed her leg off his shoulder and opened both her legs wider, exposing her to him so he could pleasure her further. She was still in the throes of pleasure, and he enjoyed the way her pink sex clutched at his fingers and her small, hard nub pulsed against his tongue. Looking up, he enjoyed the sight of her rounded breasts, topped by hard, pink nipples, rising and falling as she gasped for breath.
Slowly, her orgasm ebbed, and she blinked down at him. He withdrew his fingers and kissed his way up her belly. He hadn’t yet had one of those nipples in his mouth, and his tongue ached to suck the turgid point. He nuzzled the soft underside of one breast then took her nipple between his lips. He drew the point in gently, and she let out a moan. Her hands gripped his biceps, her nails digging lightly into his flesh.
“I want you inside me.” Her knees closed on his hips, and she slid her hands up to his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss.
The kiss was heat and seduction, and he could have melted into her. Instead, he pulled back and stood to remove his trousers. Noelle scooted further back on the bed then rose on her elbows to watch him disrobe. Her tongue skated across her lips when she saw his cock.
“You look like one of those statues in a museum,” she said as he slid over her on the bed.
“What kind of museums have you been attending?” he murmured against her breast.
She laughed. “I never knew it could be like this.”
He looked up at her. “Like what?”
“We’re laughing, playing, exploring.”
“Do you like it?”
“More than anything.” She kissed him again, and he allowed her hand to drift down his back, over his buttocks, then between them. She gripped his erection and slid her hand over it. He moaned as her thumb glided over the slick tip of his cock. But when she would have slid down the length of his shaft again, he grasped her wrist. She looked up at him.
“Keep doing that and this will be over before it’s begun.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do. Tonight is about you.” Besides, he wanted to feel her sheath close around him, wanted the warmth of her cradling him. He angled his hips to bring his cock to her entrance, the heat of her drawing him closer. Her legs closed around him, and he inched inside her slick entrance. She made a small moan as he withdrew then entered again, this time giving her another inch. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued moving in and out, each time giving her a bit more. Her breathing sped up until finally she cried out when he’d sheathed himself fully.
“Oh, my God.”
“Too much?” he asked between gritted teeth.
“Give me a moment,” she said. “You’re...bigger.”
He nuzzled her neck. “I have an idea.”
“What’s that?”
Instead of telling her, he pulled her on top of him.
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NOELLE LOOKED DOWNat Graham, his tousled hair falling over his forehead, and his muscled chest gleaming in the candlelight. She’d never done this before, but she understood the mechanics. He settled his hands on her hips, guiding her over his erect manhood. She balanced on her knees, lowering herself until he was comfortably inside her. The angle was...delicious. She could rock back and forth and press herself where she liked, taking as much or little of him as she desired. She experimented with taking him deeper, until her body adjusted to the length of him. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing his face as she rocked her hips until she began to feel the first stirrings of pleasure.
Graham took her breasts in his hands, fondling them and licking them, as she found her rhythm. The pleasure began to intensify, and she pushed up, taking him so deep that it was almost painful. But when she slid up and down along the length of him, the friction was delicious. She moved faster, eliciting a groan from him. His hands clutched at her hips, not to control her but to hold on. His breathing grew faster, matching hers. Her breasts felt heavy, and a thin bead of sweat trickled between them. She was panting now, moving her hips fast then slow, when Graham pressed a hand to her abdomen a few inches below her belly button. She could feel the added pressure now from where he swelled inside her. The sensation was heightened from the outside as he tightened their connection.
Noelle saw stars at the edge of her vision as the pleasure built. She gasped and panted, grinding against him and finally coming apart with a cry. She threw her head back, allowing the orgasm to rip through her, trusting Graham to keep her from falling. She closed her eyes, succumbing to the dark bliss. She was vaguely aware of Graham rolling her over. He withdrew, which caused her to cry out in frustration, but then he thrust back inside her and she was mindless with the hedonist gratification of the act. He thrust again, and she could only manage to cry, “Yes. Please. Yes.”
He withdrew almost completely, making her gasp, then filled her again. She ground against him as he spilled into her. She looked up at him, and his eyes were on hers as he found his release. She saw so much more than the expected satisfaction in his eyes. He looked at her with wonder and tenderness and joy. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to kiss hers, then rested his forehead on her shoulder. She held him, feeling the way they breathed together. Her entire body shook and not simply from her release. Her emotions churned inside her. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Her mind reeled when he finally drew away and pulled her close. His lips brushed her forehead gently. She’d never been held like this, skin against skin, breaths mingling, hearts thudding against the other.
