Page 72 of Intolerable
“Cassandra.” Her name was a ragged plea on his lips. “Tug on them.”
She pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling gently and gasping at the sensation. “I am never ignoring these again.” She applied more pressure and pulled harder. This time, she moaned.
“I can’t—” He sprang forward, his knees hitting the floor of the coach in front of her. He slid his hands beneath hers and took over, cupping and massaging her, his gaze locked on her breasts.
Cassandra cast her head back against the squab and arched her back, seeking more of his touch. She parted her legs so he could move closer. Then his head dipped, and his mouth closed over one nipple while he pinched the other.
Crying out, she thrust her hand into his hair and held him to her. He licked her then grazed her flesh with his teeth. A flood of desire rushed through her, sending tremors of need pulsing in her sex. He suckled her then, pulling hard on her nipple as he tormented her other breast.
She lost herself in dark sensation as he delivered wave after wave of pleasure, working her body into a passionate frenzy. She longed for him to lift her gown, to make her come as he’d done last night. “Ruark, please.” She reached down and grasped her skirt, tugging it up over her knees.
“So eager,” he murmured as he moved his mouth to her other breast while his hand skimmed down over her abdomen. His fingers trailed along her thigh as he pushed her dress up to her waist. “Is this what you want, Cass?” He stroked along her sex, soft and gentle. It wasn’t at all what she wanted.
“No. More.Please.”
“So demanding.”
“You said you liked that.”
He nipped her breast and pinched her nipple hard. “I do, but sometimes I want to be in charge.”
She squeaked in shocked pleasure. “Again.”
He squeezed down and pulled, holding her in between light pain and delirious rapture. “I’ll do what I want, and you’ll stop demanding. Understand?” He tweaked her flesh and let go then laved her with his tongue.
Groaning softly, she pressed her fingers into his scalp. “What if I ask very nicely? Or if I beg?”
“Begging can be incredibly arousing. But not tonight.” He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.” Tonight, I’m going to take what I want. If at any moment, you want me to stop, you tell me and I will. Understand?”
She nodded, utterly captivated by the dark command of his tone and the seductive promise in his eyes. She would have done anything he asked in that moment.
He stroked her sex once more, his fingers probing gently into her folds. “Good. Now scoot up to the edge of the seat like a good young lady.”
She moved forward and he lowered his head, kissing her hard and deep, his lips and tongue leaving no question as to what he intended. He would take, but he would also give. Somehow, he attended her sex and her breast as he kissed his way down her neck. He left a trail of fire and need as he made his way to her nipple and drew hard on the peak. The connection of that part of her to the very core of her sex was astonishing.
Then his mouth was gone, and the night air brought her nipples to even stiffer peaks. He moved his fingers against her clitoris, and she could feel her orgasm begin to build.
“Open your legs wider, Cass.” His head was down there, between her thighs, looking at her sex. “That’s right. So pretty. So soft. So very wet.”
His fingers parted her, and before she could wonder what he was about, his tongue was there, licking into her. She made incoherent sounds as she gripped his hair. Thrust after thrust of his tongue drove her swiftly toward release.
But then he stopped. Only briefly, thank goodness, and only to replace his tongue with his fingers—and yes, this time he was using his right hand—spearing them into her as he sucked on her clitoris. She threw her head back in wild abandon, her body screaming for satisfaction. It was so close, but she didn’t want this glorious rapture to end.
Holding herself back, she lifted her hips from the seat and rocked forward, seeking his penetration. Again, he changed, going back to using his tongue. She wasn’t sure which she preferred, just that he never, ever stop. To make sure, she told him so.
He slid one hand beneath her thigh and then up to cup her backside. Squeezing her flesh, he buried his tongue deep and thumbed her clitoris. She couldn’t hold it off any longer. Her muscles tensed as her hips twitched wildly. He held her fast and tight, his mouth and fingers working a wondrous ecstasy upon her.
She came hard, reaching the crest before she’d even seen it coming. Her cries filled the coach as he delivered her into magnificent bliss. When she was next aware of herself, she was sprawled rather inelegantly on the seat. Ruark’s head lay against her thigh as his fingers continued to stroke her sex.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to want to come again,” she croaked.
“Would that be bad?” He kissed her inner thigh.
“Not at all, but as you said, we don’t have all night. And now, it’s your turn.” She straightened, pushing herself up.
He lifted his head and looked up at her. “That isn’t necessary.”
She slitted her eyes at him and knew she could easily have another orgasm. “You’ve had your turn being in command. Now it’s mine.”
