Page 80 of When the Viscount Seduces
Gradually, she began to slow, but he didn’t stop caressing her sex. He kissed her thigh, then her hip. Then he was gone completely.
She opened her eyes and saw he was unbuttoning his fall. It came loose and fell open, and he guided his shaft free. It was long and hard, and utterly beautiful. She touched the hooded end without thinking.
He put his hand over hers and guided it down along the length, then wrapped her fingers around him. Moving her hand back up to the tip, he showed her how to stroke him.
“This is what you like?” she asked, eager to please him and overcome with erotic curiosity.
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you going to take your breeches off?”
“Do you want me to?”
“It seems only fair,” she said. “Take them off. Now, please.”
He smiled. “Feel free to order me about.”
“When you say I’m yours to command, you mean in the bedroom too?”
“Especiallyin the bedroom,” he said with a seductive rasp.
She had to release him as he removed the garment. When he returned, she clasped him once more. “Can I put my mouth on you too?”
“Yes, but not now. I’ll come in a horrid mess before I have any chance to put my cock inside your pussy, and I’m afraid that just won’t do.” His gaze locked on hers. “Unless that is what you prefer. I did say you could order me about.”
Gwen licked her lips. “I want your cock in my pussy, then. Now.” She decided to leave off the please.
He groaned. “Gwen, you continue to surpass every expectation I might have had. Bend your legs up, love.”
She planted her feet on the mattress as he put his hand around hers once more, and together they guided him to her sex. He pressed inside, thrusting slowly. He took his hand away, and she did the same.
There was no pain, just an uncomfortable tightness as her body became accustomed to him. He stroked her clitoris, and she relaxed as her arousal returned.
Coming over her, he braced himself on one hand. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She curled her legs around his hips, which brought him more deeply inside her. That spot his finger had found sang as his cock rubbed against it. Gwen cast her head back and moaned as an intense new pleasure rushed through her.
Lazarus kissed her, his tongue spearing deep into her mouth as his hips began to move. He withdrew almost completely then drove into her with a controlled precision. She could feel that he was being deliberate, that he didn’t want to hurt her.
The friction of him moving inside her was more delicious than she could have imagined. She moved with him, delighted when his speed began to increase. But he was still tightly reined.
He stopped kissing her as they moved faster. She marveled at the feel of his muscles beneath her legs and moved her handdown his bare back to the curve of his arse. She clasped him as she jerked her hips up.
Groaning, he thrust harder and faster. She kissed his cheek and moved her mouth to his ear. “I want you to lose control. I want to feel you explode as I did. That is an order.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “You have to come with me,” he growled. “If you can. Please, say you can. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock.”
He reached between them and massaged her clitoris once more, his fingers moving with a fast and deft precision. Again, Gwen felt the pleasure and pressure build within her. She knew now to let go, and so she did, digging her heels into him as she moaned her release.
After a few more thrusts, he shouted, then she felt him tense, his entire body going rigid. His movements slowed, and she kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He claimed her mouth, kissing her with a tender passion that made her want to smile.
He pulled his head up to look down at her. “You are magnificent.”
“You are spectacular,” she replied with a giggle.
He withdrew from her and rolled to his side, pulling her with him so they faced one another. “I can hardly wait until we are wed.”
“It will be an interminable torture now that I know what awaits me nightly.”
