Page 52 of The Charmer's Gambit
“Rachel . . .” My name sounded so perfect on his lips, so adoring, but when his fingers knotted in my hair, I knew he also meant it as a plea. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to shatter, and I wanted to be the one to push him there.
My tongue circled his bulbous head as I grasped his hot member with one hand. His sweet and spicy taste coated mymouth, urging me to take him deeper.So silky and smooth. And, oh, how this impressive part of him deserved to be worshipped. It was long and thick and far too much for me to take in one pull, but I tried and met my fingers halfway down his shaft, then sucked hard on my way back up.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip tightening on the back of my head. When he pushed me back down, I smiled inside. This was his way of taking control, but we both knew my mouth had all the power here.
I fondled his heavy sack with my free hand and started learning his reactions. His body subtly told me what he liked and what he loved, and I used that knowledge to drive him to oblivion with my hands, my lips, and my tongue. His breathing grew heavy, and his grip turned nearly painful as he plunged deeper and deeper into my throat. I took every thrust, too exhilarated in his obvious fall into ecstasy to care that he was running the show now.
When his movements turned erratic, I knew he was close, but then his hold loosened almost reluctantly.Oh, he’s giving me a chance to pull away. . . I sucked hard in response, silently reproaching him for even thinking I could want that, and moaned in approval when he retightened his grip. His sharp hiss lit my veins on fire, and when he followed it with a soft groan, my thighs clamped together. This was him coming undone, and I loved every fucking minute of it.
His salty essence hit my throat in strong spurts that rivaled the man himself, and I swallowed it all, surprising myself probably almost as much as him. This was usually the part I disliked, but as with everything else surrounding Will, it had the opposite impact. I loved sharing this experience with him and knowing I had brought him to this point.
My breasts were so painfully sensitive that I flinched when his knee brushed the stiff peak. His hands clamped down on myshoulders and pulled me upward so fast that my head spun and it took me a minute to realize he’d put me under him again. My mouth was suddenly too occupied by his to voice any sort of reaction to the abrupt shift. His tongue tangled roughly with mine, vying for dominance. I succumbed quickly, too turned on to deny him, and jolted when he tweaked my nipple.
He silenced my cry with his lips and grinned. “And now it’s my turn.”
His palm went to my thigh and drifted upward beneath my skirt to the place I wanted him most. He drew his finger along the middle of my thong, from my entrance up to my most sensitive point, and applied pressure slowly but firmly. I clutched his arms for support as shock waves exploded through my body. Not an orgasm, but pretty damn close, and it felt oh-so-good.
“You’re soaked for me,” he whispered against my neck. “I fucking love that.” He slid my underwear aside to touch my flesh and slid his finger through my slick folds. “So hot, too. I can’t wait to be inside of you, Rachel. To thrust so deep that you feel me for days.” His masculine rumble had me quaking with a deep-seated need to see those words come to fruition. He pushed a finger inside of me while his thumb massaged my clit in delirious circles.
“I’m going to take you gently at first, to memorize your moans of pleasure and to introduce you properly to my bed.” He demonstrated with his hand below, lightly prodding, and added a second finger. “Then, once you’re comfortable and ready, I’ll fuck you senseless.” He shoved both digits into me hard to punctuate his point and accepted my moan with his mouth. Sensual vibrations shook my nerves all the way down to my toes as he continued his pleasurable assault below.
He hovered over me on his elbow and slid his fingers into my hair to angle my head for a more intense kiss. His tonguemimed his hand below, softly stroking me inside and mounting my pleasure with each seductive caress.
My body moved, seeking more friction from his thumb, and he replied in kind, pressing down hard and circling in a way that had me seeing stars. I dug my nails into his shoulders as tension curled in my lower belly, tightening and quivering.
Oh . . .
Too much . . .
So close . . .
Can’t take it anymore . . .
The orgasm hit me so soundly, so perfectly, throwing my head back and bowing my back off the bed. His palm covered my mouth, silencing the noises I couldn’t seem to stop as my body spasmed uncontrollably beneath him. It was even more intense than our first time together, and with it came a storm of unexpected emotion. The gravity of it paralyzed me, leaving me breathless beneath him.
I liked him.
Well and truly liked him.
Which was pretty fucking obvious considering I’d just let him put his hand up my skirt, but this went deeper than physical attraction. My draw to him went beneath the surface, to the heart of the man hovering over me. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean with a groan of approval, then kissed me so hard that I forgot how to think.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to properly taste you later,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re delicious.”
Those words should have made me laugh, except I felt the same way about him. I could easily become addicted to his beautiful cock, if I wasn’t already.
Will silenced my thoughts with another kiss, drugging me with his affections and luring me out of my head and back intothe moment. It was so easy to follow him, to allow him to pull me under his spell and forget everything else.
He took me to a place where liking him was safe.
Where I didn’t have to worry about my past or my career.
Where I could be happy and enjoy my life.
Will’s world was a place where I could just be me.
I closed my eyes sometime later with a smile not only on my lips but in my heart. There was no question. I liked him. And for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t afraid to embrace it.
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