Page 72 of Dalliances & Devotion (The Truitts 2)

David moaned into her mouth as she opened for him, inviting his tongue inside her. Inviting everything that was him inside her, willing him to understand all the words she couldn’t quite form.

Too soon, he broke the kiss, but not all the contact. He ran his hand down her cheek, tracing her lips. She parted them and he permitted her to suck his finger for a moment.

“You’re a handsome man,” she told him, when he withdrew it. “Especially in tight clothing. Half the maids were whispering and fanning themselves every time you walked by. I’m just rather fortunate that you are blind to that or I’d be here alone.”

“Not a chance.” He moved his hand between them so he could cup her breast, teasing her bosom.

Her body responded with dizzying speed, both nipples taut. It took all her self-control not to demand he suck on both of them that instant.

“There’s no one I want the way I want you.” His eyes grew serious for a moment, locked on hers. “Though, now that we are here, I want to make sure you feel the same way. Remember, you can tell me to stop at any time.”

“I know.” And she did and she could, but that night, that night she needed him to never stop.

With all her remaining fortitude, she resettled herself into the position he’d promised as he securely held her hips once more. “I want this. I want the lust, the danger, and more than anything I want you—the you that you are now.” Any way I can have you. Forever, if I could.

“All right.” He tightened his grip. “Let’s see how much we can accomplish in, oh, fifteen minutes?”

Amalia whimpered as he gentled his thumbs over her hips, moving closer and closer to her center.

“And more later?” she gasped.

“Well, the gazebo is appealing, especially since I’d like to make you scream my name.”

And she did just that as he stroked her already wet inner lips.

“Shh,” he admonished.

She dipped her head back as he pressed one, then two fingers inside her while stroking her bud with his thumb.

Oh god, she was going to shiver and shake and shudder before he even entered her.

“I’m going for speed, quantity, and quality, Amalia, so relax and let it come.”

She did and he was true to his word. About all of it. The shocks hadn’t finished when he spread her legs wider, before wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her towards his mouth and licked.

* * *

God, she was beautiful. And strong. Lucky he still had his reflexes or she would’ve fallen off the bed when she bucked. David grabbed both smooth thighs as he took her with his mouth, savoring her swollen, ready arousal. He stroked in and out and around all that was her. Nothing tasted as sweet as Amalia.

He secured one of her legs behind his head as she made muffled cries from above. Even with her hand thrown over her mouth, his name was clear and that made everything in his body yearn for her and only her. He managed to press two fingers inside her again, locating the spot that’d make her cry out. In moments she was clenching around him once more, her body shuddering, near convulsing with pleasure.

Gorgeous, she was just so gorgeous like this.

“David,” she called out. “David, hurry, we’re running out of time. You need to...finish...”

He had to work not to laugh. “I’ll finish. Trust me.” There was no way he was missing out on that.

But she was right. They were running out of time. Though later, if he could find a way to be with her, he’d do that over and over again, holding off his own pleasure, just to watch her like this, delighting in her and the glorious excruciating anticipation.

“Please,” she called. “You have to. I need you, all of you inside me. I need you to be a part of me before...”

Well, if she put it that way... He lifted her a little so she could slide down his body.

Oh god, his body ached for her. She lifted herself up a little and he guided himself inside her gently, even as desire coursed through every vein. She felt so right around him, as if he was home, as if he was where he belonged, as if everything could somehow make sense when he was there, buried deep inside her. As if he already succeeded and could never hurt her, never let her down.

“Faster,” she moaned and wriggled as he moved inside her. “Please, make me unable to think, only feel.”

If only. If he could just create that for both of them.

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