Page 30 of Impeccable
“More firmly. You won’t hurt me.”
His gaze shot to hers again. “I wouldn’t ever want to do that.”
She put her hand over his and used her fingers to show him just the right pressure. “Like this.” She moaned as pleasure arced through her, flooding her core with a desperate need.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” He sounded genuinely curious.
“If you wish. I like to be suckled.” She wrapped her hand around his nape and drew his head to her while holding her breast for him with her other hand.
He moved to cup her once more, his fingers over hers, then took her nipple into his mouth. He was tentative at first, and she let him explore her with his lips and tongue. After a moment, she pressed her fingertips into his neck and the base of his scalp, urging him to suck her. His mouth closed over her, and he drew on her flesh. She thrust both hands into his hair, messing his blond locks as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the delicious ecstasy rioting through her.
She didn’t have to think to move her hips, because she couldn’t keep herself from seeking relief as a thundering lust pulsed in her sex. He put his other hand on her other breast, massaging and squeezing her. There was no gentleness, no hesitation, just his bare need to touch her. Evie cast her head back, moaning louder as he transferred his mouth to her other nipple and feasted anew.
She ground down hard, her body tumbling toward orgasm. How could that be? She had never come like this. And she didn’t want to, at least not tonight. She began to think she might find her climax when he was inside her, which rarely happened. Everything about him had been different, so why not that too?
With a sharp groan, she pushed him back on the bed and whisked the chemise over her head. She ought to remove her boots and stockings, but she didn’t really want to spare the time. Instead, she climbed off him and stood between his legs once more. Hands shaking with want, she unbuttoned his fall and pulled his breeches off, then his smallclothes, revealing his cock.
It did look longer than most, and it was certainly gloriously erect. When she’d tossed his clothing to the floor, she encircled the base of his shaft and slowly brought her hand to the tip.
His hips jerked up off the bed as he moaned loudly. His hands gripped the coverlet as if he would tear it to pieces. She considered taking him in her mouth, something that she usually viewed as a task to be performed, not a mutually delightful act she wanted to share with someone.
But not now. Now, she wanted him inside her.
“Move onto the bed.” She didn’t recognize the deep gravelly tone of her voice. She sounded commanding and confident. It made her feel powerful, and she reveled in the sensation.
He pulled his legs fully onto the mattress and rotated his body so that his head was on the pillows. “Are you joining me?”
“I’m contemplating whether I want to bother removing my boots and stockings. I don’t really want to take the time.”
“Would you mind? Perhaps I’m being too pure of mind, but I envisaged having you completely nude. At least this first time.”
She looked forward to other encounters when they might be fully clothed. Perhaps he’d thrust her skirts up to her waist and bend her over a table to take her wildly from behind. Moving quickly, she unlaced her boots and kicked them off. She fumbled a bit with her stockings and garters, and he took over on the second one, moving across the bed like a predatory cat. His fingers deftly untied the garter, and the act of him removing the stocking was more sensual than anything anyone had ever done to her before having sex.
His fingertips whispered across her flesh. He lowered his head, his breath caressing her. He kissed the inside of her knee, her calf, and the middle of her foot, where it arced inward. “You have very pretty toes.”
“Some men like to suck them.” Oh God, had she really said that? “Or so I’ve heard.”
He looked up at her as he set her stocking aside. “Should I try that some time?”
She hadn’t ever enjoyed it much, but she was fast realizing that everything she’d done before was moot with Gregory. She had to consider this experience with him would be entirely new. It made her speechless. She tugged gently at his hair.
He climbed back onto the bed and assumed the position she’d told him to take a few minutes earlier. She moved to his side, her gaze devouring the length of his body. Sweeping her eyes from his large feet over his muscled calves and thighs, she spent a moment appreciating his cock before traveling upward to enjoy the planes of his abdomen and chest. When she at last settled on his face, she saw that he was watching her too. His lips were parted as he drew rapid breaths. His eyes were glazed with desire, the lids drooping in sensual promise.
Evie straddled his thighs as she wrapped her hand around his shaft once more. Pushing back his foreskin, she ran her thumb over the tip, feeling the moisture there. She’d already placed a sponge inside herself so she wouldn’t have to ask him to pull out of her body.
“Another time, I’ll take you in my mouth and suck you until you come. Would you like that?”
He stared up at her, his eyes slitted. “I will like everything and anything you wish to do to me.”
“What I want is to ride you.”
“Can I touch you first? Your sex, I mean.”
She took his hand and pressed it at the apex of her sheath. “This is the clitoris. It’s where I feel the most pleasure. There’s friction against it when we come together. You can also use your hand.”
“What about when you masturbate? What do you do?” He smiled briefly. “Perhaps I shouldn’t assume you pleasure yourself.”
“Of course I do.” It was how she found the most pleasure. Until now, perhaps. “I even have implements I can use to help.”
