Page 65 of Lord of Fortune
He clasped her hip and massaged her flesh as he looked up at her over the peaks and valleys of her torso. “Giving you pleasure. Have you not done this before?”
She shook her lifted head.
He shouldn’t think ill of the dead, but her husband was a selfish prick. Not to mention an idiot for denying himself one of life’s greatest joys. He gave her an encouraging smile as he traced his fingertips over her mound, staying to the outside but circling inward bit by bit. “Do you mind if I kiss you here?”
“I— It seems scandalous.”
“Of course it is. Anything that feels this good is scandalous, isn’t it? Will you trust me to give you pleasure?”
She hesitated briefly before nodding.
“Oh good. I promise you won’t regret it.” He smiled wickedly before swirling his thumb over her clitoris and licking her deeply. As his tongue flicked inside, her hand clasped at the back of his head. Her legs, tense a moment ago, relaxed briefly before tensing again. But this time, he knew it was for a different reason. He could feel the pleasure building inside her, in the movement of her hips and the intensity of her cries.
He reversed his hand and mouth, spearing his finger into her sheath as he sucked at her nub. Moving between her legs, he positioned them over his shoulders and buried his tongue deep inside her. She arched up, thrusting against him. He held on to her with one hand and used the other to coax her orgasm. She was so close, he could taste it.
And then she was there. Her muscles clenched around him, and she made a sound that was nearly inhuman—a high-pitched keen that made him smile. She thrust up, and then he felt her body relax. Light quivers danced along her thighs as she recovered.
Penn stood up and peeled his breeches away. She rotated on the bed, lying lengthwise, and reached for him. He lay down next to her, his body eager. But he wanted to give her a moment. He could wait. He’d wait as long as necessary.
She cupped the back of his head and drew him down to kiss her. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she hesitated briefly, likely tasting herself, but then plunged forward. He found her nipple with his fingers and tugged gently at her flesh before rolling it and pulling once more.
Then her hand closed around his cock, and logical thought fled his brain. She stroked his length, loosening and tightening in perfect succession as she moved along his flesh. At the base, she squeezed, her fingertips grazing his balls. God, he was going to explode like a green boy.
“Amelia,” he murmured.
“You’ll take precautions?” she asked.
Precautions…yes. He was glad she mentioned it. He always did, but damn, he was completely lost in her.
Her hand wrapped around the stem of his cock, she gently urged him toward her. He moved over her, settling between her legs, which she bent up as she guided him to her sex. She was hot and wet, and he could barely wait to drive inside her.
Somehow, he went slowly, sinking into her flesh inch by inch until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands up his back to clasp his shoulders. “Move.”
Her single command sent blood rushing to his cock. He needed no further urging. Withdrawing, he thrust back in. She took him deep, her legs clenching around him.
“Faster.”
He tried to keep control, to set a pace that wouldn’t scare her.
“Penn, I want you tomove.”
Apparently, she knew far better than he did. He gave up trying to hold back and let himself go. He snapped his hips into hers, driving hard and fast. His control was lost, his desire spiraling beyond his grasp. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising off the bed. Her sheath constricted around him as she came again.
Rapture pushed him to the very edge of sanity. Before he tumbled into the darkness, he remembered to pull out. He shouted as his orgasm tore through him, and he spilled his seed on her belly.
Out of breath, he rolled to her side, gasping. It took him a moment to find his voice. “Sorry. For the. Mess.”
She stroked her fingers along his bicep. “I never conceived with my husband, but we weren’t even together a year. I thought it best to be cautious.”
“You’re a very smart woman. But that’s one of the reasons I like you so much.” He rolled from the bed and went to his dressing area. Behind a screen was a dresser with a basin. He poured water into it and dampened a cloth before returning to the bed.
“Here.” He handed her the linen to tidy herself and turned his back to offer her some privacy.
“You don’t have to turn away,” she said. “After…that, I don’t think I can be shy.”
“You’re a remarkable woman, Amelia.” He rotated and took the cloth from her when she was finished. After cleaning himself and disposing of the soiled linen behind the screen, he returned to the bed.
“I suppose I should return to my room,” she said softly.
