Page 51 of One Night of Scandal
“I’m not sure I believe you.” She wrapped her hand around him, loving how warm and velvety he felt. “You sound as if I’m torturing you.”
“And so you are.” Now, he sounded as if he couldn’t breathe.
“Am I? Here I was trying to give you pleasure.” She pulled her hand away. “Perhaps I should stop.”
His hand closed over hers, and he brought it back to his cock, curling her fingers around the base. “Start here and glide up.” He showed her what he wanted. “Slow, fast, whatever you want to do.”
“I want to put you in my mouth.”
“Oh God. Not tonight, Viola. Next time.”
“Why not? That’s what you did.”
“Because I don’t want your first time to be me spilling my seed down your throat. Though at the rate we’re going, I’m going to be spilling my seed all over your thighs. Just—” He put his hand over hers and guided himself to her sex.
“Are we doing this now?” she asked.
He looked into her eyes. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“No, please shag me.” She parted her legs farther and urged him to move inside her. “Senseless, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything else.” He pressed into her, moving slowly, his shaft sliding within her sheath as if they’d done this a thousand times. It felt so natural, so right, as if they’d been made exclusively for each other.
She felt a twinge of discomfort as she stretched to accommodate him. He stopped, looking down at her as he smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “All right?” he asked her tenderly.
She nodded. “Don’t stop.” Through the slight ache, she glimpsed the pleasure.
He continued forward until she felt quite full. “I’m just going to sit here for a moment.” The discomfort began to fade, and she wanted to move.
“Actually, I think I’d rather you get out.”
He immediately started to withdraw. “I’m sorry.”
“And then come back in. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? The shagging, I mean.” She groaned in frustration. “I don’t think I can communicate worth a fig right now.”
He laughed softly, then kissed her. “You are communicating just fine.” He eased back in, then withdrew again slowly, then thrust just as slowly.
“This is quite nice. But I think I want more than nice. Faster, if you please.”
“Are you sure you’re ready? I’m not hurting you?”
She shook her head, and he pressed forward, hitting a spot he hadn’t before, and need crashed over her. She clasped his hips and squeezed. “Move.”
He kissed her again, his mouth open and wet, his tongue driving into her as his cock did the same. He moved hard and fast, and she arched up to meet him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. The climax she’d experienced before began to build anew, and she splayed her hands across his lower back as he guided her legs to curl around his hips.
Oh, this was even better. He drove more deeply still, and she crested the top of the mountain, diving into a rapturous abyss that knew no end.
He thrust a few more times, then she heard him cry out her name. He continued to move with a less frenzied pace, and soon he ceased entirely. His body came down on top of her, and the warm weight of him was delicious. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek, his mouth, his neck, nuzzling him.
After some time, he rolled to the side and drew her against him. “Should we clean up?” she whispered.
“Not yet. I just want to hold you. Then I’ll take you home.”
Viola sighed as she snuggled against him. How could he take her home when she felt like she was already there?
Chapter 14
“What on earth are you writing?” Grandmama asked from her chair near the fireplace.
