Page 179 of Love ad Lib
He chuckled. ‘You don’t want it here?’ He rolled the peaks of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
‘Aah!’ She bucked on the bed, the pleasure shooting down to her clit with the message that relief was coming soon.
‘Well,’ she panted. ‘You could take the scenic route.’
‘Two delightful diversions off the O road?’
Her laugh was huge and unrestrained. ‘That’s brilliant. I love you, Henry.’
His hand stroked her face, and he kissed her as if she was the most precious gift in all the world.
‘I love you too.’ His voice was soft and full of wonder.
Her heart overflowed. ‘I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.’
He kissed her again. ‘Well, let’s see if Lord Henry Foxbrooke’s Grand Tour of Libby-a can improve your current state?’
She giggled. ‘Do I need to buy a ticket?’
‘You’ve got a lifetime pass.’ He trailed his kisses lower, then sucked a nipple hard into his mouth.
She cried out as sensation shot through her, and again when his hand covered her other breast, his fingers and thumb rolling and tugging the nipple as if in competition with his mouth to see which breast might spontaneously orgasm first.
Her hips bucked against nothing, desperate for the release he had so far denied her.
‘Henry!’
Then his mouth was gone, and in a heartbeat arrived exactly where she needed it.
Now there was nothing leisurely about his touch. He licked and sucked her clit with an urgency that took her breath away. She was back in the ocean swell as it moved with unstoppable power towards land. His tongue moved faster, driving it on, until it finally broke.
She stiffened as the full force of her climax hit, crashing and thundering through her. She convulsed on the bed, rolling and tumbling in the blinding white surf of indescribable pleasure.
Shaking and gasping as her breathing returned, her body floated in the shallows of bliss. But Henry didn’t let her stumble to dry land. He eased two fingers inside her, rubbing the tips against the top wall of her channel as if beckoning another orgasm forward, whilst his tongue dragged her back out to sea.
‘Oh, oh, oh, oh,’ she gasped, her arms and legs tensing against the restraints as every muscle in her body strained to hold her together. Her skin was fizzing, unable to contain or control the pleasure that rioted through every cell. She let go, surrendering to the wild nature of her body, giving herself over to him as he lifted her onto a wave of sweetness and she rode it to shore, her core contracting around his fingers with sharp spikes of pleasure.
Aftershocks flickered across her skin, but her limbs were lead. She was suddenly aware that he was gone.
But then he was back between her legs, his clothes removed, the hard head of his cock at her entrance. She angled her hips to meet him and he thrust deep with a growl. The awareness of being stretched by him, filled by him, took her breath away. This was it. They were two separate beings, but in their love and in this moment, they were one.
He braced on his elbows above her, his hot weight covering her. His mouth devoured hers as he slowly withdrew then buried himself deep inside her again with a grunt.
The blindfold on, all she had were the sounds of their passion, the scent of him that drove her wild, and the feel of his body on her, inside her, possessing her.
His thrusts became faster and he circled his hips each time he sank home, sparking a new fire in her clit that radiated out, building to another release.
She broke their kiss. ‘Yes, yes, there, don’t stop,’ she panted.
His own breath was ragged, but he continued with utter precision and dedication as if rowing for the line and taking her with him. He seemed to know he had the perfect angle and wasn’t going to stop until he’d gifted her the gold medal of orgasms.
Her pussy was the centre of the storm. Each time he pumped deep, she was shocked with another bolt of pleasure until every part of her was trembling. He must have sensed how close she was as he pounded faster, then reached his mouth to her nipple and bit down.
Showers of light rained through her and she threw back her head with a scream as she shattered around his cock.
‘Libby, Libby,’ he cried, his thrusts getting faster, magnifying her pleasure until she realised that she was going to climax again.
He drove her on, only allowing his own release when he’d pushed her over the edge of hers. He cried her name, shuddering above her as she squeezed around him, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.
