Page 102 of Intolerable
“Doing what?” Her voice, dark and sleep-heavy settled over his awakening limbs, stirring him to a completely desperate state.
He didn’t want to bother her again after last night’s activities. Besides, they needed to get on the road to London. First, they’d go and collect Miss Lancaster. He rolled to his back and willed his body to relax.
His betrothed apparently had other ideas. She turned over and snuggled against his side. “Why did you leave? You were quite warm. And delightful.” She splayed her hand over his chest and skimmed her fingertips over his flesh until she found his nipple. Then her mouth closed around it, and he groaned.
“We need to get going, Cass.”
“Surely we have a few minutes to spare.” Her hand trailed down his abdomen, moving with distinct purpose until she closed her palm around his cock.
At this rate, he wouldn’t need more than a few minutes. “I thought to give you a respite after last night. Aren’t you sore?”
“Not particularly. But perhaps you are. You did win a fight last night.” She stroked him as she spoke, making it very difficult for him to form a coherent response. Not that she’d asked a question.
“If you insist.”
She rose over him and kissed him. “I do.”
He guided her leg over his hips, dislodging the coverlet and exposing them both to the cool morning air. She gasped and her nipples pebbled.
When she was straddling him, he reached up and cupped her breast. “Come closer,” he urged, tugging on her until she bent over him, bringing her nipple close enough for him to taste.
Pushing up on his elbow, he took her into his mouth and sucked, drawing a delightful moan from her throat.
“Rogue,” she teased, cupping the back of his head and encouraging him to continue.
He used his tongue and teeth, provoking her to press her hips down against his. Her sex dampened his cock, and he had to fight to keep himself from grasping her hips and thrusting into her.
“Can we…like this?”
“Yes.” He fell back on the pillow, keeping his hand on her breast. “Take my cock and guide it into you, just as I did last night.”
“I think you must help me.” She leaned back and repositioned herself.
The moment she wrapped her hand around him, he dropped his hand to the bed and gripped the bedclothes to keep from losing control. With his other hand, he showed her what to do. Together, they positioned him where he needed to be.
“Come down on me,” he rasped, his body tight with need.
She lowered herself over him, sheathing him into her body, moving slowly, but so erotically. He closed his eyes. “Cass, I can’t—”
He moved his hand to her waist, squeezing her.
“Can’t what?”
“It’s so hard not to lose my mind. I don’t want to frighten you or hurt you.”
“You could never do either.” She fell over him, her hair grazing his shoulders. “Show me.”
He opened his eyes and locked on her, pushing her back up. “Ride me. Hard.” Then he let go, driving up into her with a frenzy.
Her thighs gripped his sides as she moved with him. She was an exquisite vise around him, sending him quickly to the precipice. He held back, not wanting this to be over. Not yet.
He slid his hand between them and found her clitoris. Stroking her, he leaned up and suckled her breast once more, drawing hard on the tip. It was all she needed for she cried out over and over as her muscles clenched around him.
That was all he needed—her release. He thrust three more times and poured himself into her, grunting like an animal until he was sated. And, dear heaven, how he was sated.
She collapsed over him, her panting breaths mingling with his. He caressed her back and kissed her shoulder, murmuring words of love and gratitude and wonder.
After a few moments, she abruptly left him. “I suppose we must hurry. Pru will be waiting.”
