Page 52 of A Devilish Element
“Shh, shh!” He reached up as if to cover her mouth and stop her making such a demand, but he was on his knees, and she was a tall woman. His hand found her bared breast instead and took possession of its fullness.
“Jem, come to me,” she pleaded, wanting his arms around her, and his mouth on her lips not lower down.
“One taste. You’ll let me have that, won’t you, Eliza?”
She couldn’t help holding her breath. She didn’t precisely say yes, but she did nothing to stop him either.
He licked her right along her split as he’d promised. It made her tingle all over.
“Now come here.”
“You’re sure you wouldn’t rather I stayed here?” he asked, cocking a brow.
The honest truth was that she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. This man on his knees before her turned her ordered and methodical world into one of madness and emotional intoxication. “I want you to kiss me.”
“That I can do.” He kissed her pussy, exactly as he’d earlier kissed her mouth, teasing her lips open and pressing his tongue inside. Being touched there, it made her insides sing too hot. He was aware of that; she could feel the smile on his lips as he fed the flower of need blooming within her. Ruthlessly, he further awakened that ache. Now she understood it, why she saw women who’d sworn off ever lying with a man again birthing their fifth, or sixth, or thirteenth child. There was something so agitating, so distracting about what he was about. She couldn’t help but groan. Those noises even escaped when she rammed the heel of her hand into her mouth.
“Ah, don’t do that. Let me hear you.” He rose and peeled her hand away from her mouth. His eyes were fiercely bright, ringed with a halo of desire. “I like hearing how I’m affecting you. Those noises are like precious gifts and a set of instructions rolled into one. How can I know if I’m pleasing you if I can’t hear your purr?”
“My heart’s thumping,” she confessed.
“Eliza.” He kissed her long and fierce, until she was almost insensible from the taste of him and clung fast to his head and back when he sought to speak. “If you won’t let me kiss your cunny, then will you let me finger it?”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“I think you do.”
He pushed his hand between her thighs. Eliza’s breath caught as his fingers moved slowly upwards, sliding easily in the wet-heat of her arousal. He found the bud at the top of that avenue, causing her to damn near swallow her tongue.
“I think you’ve probably explored this devil’s doorknob before, but it’s always different when it’s not your own fingers doing the tracing.”
She couldn’t hold it back and cried into his shoulder. Writhed and gasped at his perfect touch. No longer did she attempt to hide the sounds of her pleasure, but mewled over each gentle brush, and crooned when his strokes grew bolder, heavier. His touch wasn’t quite so soft then. His thumb took over where his fingers had been, while his first two digits delved inside of her, then pumped back and forth.
“It’s just a taste, just a taste for now, of how it’ll feel when I’m finally inside you.”
“Why not now?” She was too far gone in her pleasure to think of the ills that might result. Besides, there were potions she could brew.
“Reasons,” he replied cryptically. “I don’t want the first time I lie with you to be in a rat-run of a corridor with cold stone against your back. Eliza, you deserve better than that.
“What if I want that?”
“Eliza, I don’t need to fuck you to bring you off. We don’t need to cross that boundary tonight. Trust me. I want you, but fucking… Well, it’s always a little cock-centric. I’d rather tonight was about your bliss.”
His fingers stretched her again, but this time he curled them, so they brushed against the wall of her sheath. Here she discovered was a previously unknown pleasure-spot. Being touched there caused her to greedily rock against his thrusting hand.
Jem kissed her neck. She could feel the tickle of his cravat and collar against her breast and lower, her arousal dampening his shirt cuff. Something was building. She was teetering on the edge of it. The muscles in her cunny tightened around his fingers like they could squeeze further joy from him or perhaps trap him there so that he might always pleasure her.
“Let go, Eliza. Let me give you this, as you gave it to me.”
She reached that precipice then and crashed headlong into the maelstrom beyond. She floated in that state of bliss but moments, but what momentous moments. Every cell seemed alive and united and every nerve sang. It was a taste of heaven, and she wanted more. “Jem,” she rasped.
“I know,” he gasped hot into her ear. “You’re a goddess, and I know.” He kissed her again as she rode out the last of her peak.
Then, he sucked his fingers clean.
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