Page 101 of Lord of Fortune
“You don’t want to reenact the tale of Lady Godiva? Remind me to show you the copy of the book, in which the story is contained, by Roger of Wendover in my father’s library.”
She instantly sobered, thinking again that she wouldn’t be spending time in his father’s library. He seemed to realize it too, for he curled his hand around her back and drew her down. “Kiss me.”
She did, opening her mouth over his and spearing her tongue inside. She liked this angle. She was very much in control and in command. He seemed to like it too, if his moans were any indication. Along with the rise and thrust of his hips. With each pulse, his cock stroked her sex, and she whimpered with need.
She drew back enough to whisper. “Show me.”
He put his hands between them and gripped his cock. “Guide me inside. Sit up so I can watch.”
She straightened, looking down at where his hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft. Putting her fingers over his, she lifted her hips and brought him to her entrance.
He let go of his cock and stroked her folds, opening her as he pushed inside with her assistance. “Bring yourself down on me.” His voice was tight and strained, echoing the extreme urgency she felt.
She pushed down, going slowly as he filled her sheath. She gasped when she was flush against him, his length buried inside her body.
“Now move.”
She looked at his face, still awash with delicious tension. His eyes were still open and focused on where their bodies joined.
“How?” she asked, sounding breathless as pleasure spread through her. She was content to just be like this, having him a part of her.
“However you want.” He rotated his pelvis, gently thrusting. “Slow like that. Or fast.” He held her waist as she withdrew part way, then snapped his hips up, driving deep. Lights danced behind her eyes.
“Oh.” She decided this could be abitlike riding a horse. She pulled up, lifting herself off his shaft, then bore down again, taking him as far as she could. Over and over, she repeated the motion, relishing not just the acceleration of pleasure but the feeling of control.
“Faster.” His fingers dug into her hips. “Please.”
She increased her speed, but incrementally, after a handful of strokes. His hands skimmed up her ribs and cupped her breasts. He ran his thumbs over the tight nubs, then squeezed his fingers around them. There was no pain, just a delicious burst of sensation and a sudden urge tomove.
She rose and fell more quickly now, grinding down against him as he massaged her breasts. She’d never been more aware of how his touch could make her feel. Beautiful. Rapturous. Powerful.
He began to urge her on with words, commanding her speed and her direction, extolling her beauty and prowess. Then his thumb was on her sex, stroking that most sensitive place at the top—her clitoris—and she was lost. Her muscles tightened as her climax crashed upon her. She cried out and moved in a frenzy to satiate the desperate need inside her.
In a fluid movement, he pulled her down against his chest, then flipped her to her back. “My turn,” he murmured before taking her mouth in a long, wet kiss.
She clasped at his back and wrapped her legs around him. She dug her heels into his backside, never wanting him to leave her.
But he did. Just barely and only to drive home once again, his cock filling her and prolonging her orgasm. The sensations rioting through her were mad and wonderful. She gave in completely to the need to feel everything he would give her, putting her mind and body utterly in his power.
He took it. And with the greatest care. He slowed for a moment, letting them both catch their breath. He ended the kiss so that he could kiss along her jaw and nip at her ear. She felt spent, but not for long. He began to move more purposefully again, and soon, pleasure began to build once more.
“Move to your side.” His words against her ear didn’t make sense.
“How?”
“Roll slightly.” He guided her to her left side, pinning her left leg beneath him. “Bend your leg.” He clasped her right thigh and showed her what he meant.
She brought her knee toward her chest and this opened her to him in a way she never imagined. The position brought him against her mound, sparking a delicious sensation that prompted another climax. Her keening cries filled the room, but she was incapable of stopping herself.
He pumped into her again and again, sending her so far over the edge of reason that she wasn’t sure she’d find her way back again. His shout joined her chorus, and she was aware of his thighs tensing between hers. Ecstasy claimed them both as he rode her into the storm.
It was several minutes before calm returned. She felt boneless but wonderful as he rolled from her and sprawled on his back. Amelia stayed on her side while a smile of satisfaction curved her lips.
She was suddenly so tired. A yawn assaulted her, and she brought her hand to her mouth.
“We can sleep for a while,” he said, pulling back the coverlet and helping her slide beneath it.
She ought to clean up, to put a night rail on at least, but she was too exhausted. Too sated. And far too comfortable as Penn drew her against him. He lay on his back, and she curled into his side, her hand splayed over his chest.
