Page 135 of Harpy of the Ton
Disappointment flared in his eyes as she sat up. Then, twisting round, she pushed him back until he lay before her, his manhood jutting proudly.
She leaned over him and placed a kiss on his belly, tasting the salt on his skin. “It’s time I gaveyoupleasure,” she whispered.
Then she lowered her head and took him in her mouth.
He jerked and let out a low growl. “Devil take me, woman, you’ll be the endin’ of me!”
She ran her tongue along his length, and a deep groan bubbled in his throat, which grew deeper with each sweep of her tongue. Then he let out a strangled gasp, as if gritting his teeth, and tensed.
She released him, and he whimpered, fisting his hands in the bedsheet.
“Bella…” he groaned, as if in pain.
“Yes, husband?”
“You torture me, woman.”
“How shall I atone?”
He jerked his hips, his manhood bobbing, and she climbed on top of him, parting her legs, relishing the feel of his hard length against her thigh.
“Sweet Lord, Bella—were you sent from heaven?” He tipped his head back, the tendons in his neck protruding, and his knuckles whitened as he tightened his fists. “I-I cannot bear it,” he whispered.
“Oh, husband,” she teased. “Do you wish me to withdraw and bid you goodnight?”
“No! Dear Lord, no!”
“Then be still, my love, while I pleasure you.”
She crawled on top of him until she felt his tip nudging against her aching flesh. He let out another groan and tilted his hips upward.
“No, husband, you must be patient and await your pleasure.”
“Wife…” he said, his voice strained through gritted teeth. “I-I can’t…”
Slowly, she eased herself onto his length, relishing the deliciousness of having him inside her, until he filled her completely.
His mouth curved into a smile. “Ah…that’s it,” he whispered. “My woman—my beautiful woman.”
Then she shifted upward before thrusting down, impaling herself on him.
“Oh, Bella!” he cried, “I…”
But before he could finish, she began to move, up and down, in a slow, steady rhythm. He opened his eyes and licked his lips, his gaze fixed on her breasts, which bobbed with each movement.
“Oh, goddess. Have I died and entered heaven, to be met with such a sight?”
Deep pleasure grew in her center, ignited by the delicious friction—receding each time she withdrew, then swelling higher each time she thrust forward. She increased the pace, chasing the pleasure, while her skin prickled with heat at the need in his hungry gaze.
Then she felt him shift inside her. A deep groan escaped his lips, swelling into a roar as she joined him in pleasure, shattering and rippling around him until she threw her head back, opening her mouth as she fought for breath. Air filled her lungs as she crested the wave, and she let out a long, low cry.
“Lawrence—oh, Lawrence!” At the peak, she screamed his name as myriad colors burst in her mind, shattering into a thousand stars.
“Bella!” he cried with one final thrust as she rode the wave, drawing every drop of pleasure until, at last, they crested together.
She leaned forward until she lay on top of him, chest to chest, their bodies merging to form a single creature, sticky with sweat, their hearts beating in unison. She clung to him, relishing the solidity of his hard, muscular body. Then she turned her head to one side, placing her ear against his chest while hisheartbeat settled into the slow, languorous rhythm of a man well pleasured.
“Oh, Bella—I’m not deservin’ of you,” he said. “There’s nothin’ I can give you over what you’ve given me.”
