Page 85 of Educated By the Earl (Second Sons of London 1)

His hands began roaming her body and she did the same, wanting to know the feel of him. She tweaked his flat nipples, knowing how she had enjoyed his touch on hers. He growled in response, apparently enjoying the attention there. Then his hands glided along the curve of her hips and parted her thighs. He positioned himself between her legs, kissing her inner thighs as she pulsated.

Slipping a finger inside her, he said, “You are wet for me, Tessa. That means you want me as much as I want you.”

He stroked her deeply. Her hips began to rise with each stroke. The same feeling from previously built within her. Anticipation flooded her, knowing what would come.

This time was different, though.

Spencer said, “I want to taste you.”

Immediately, Tessa knew what he meant. She was mortified. Intrigued. Aroused. She trusted him, though, and would do whatever he asked of her.

His hands pushed her legs further apart, baring everything now. Instead of embarrassment, desire flooded her, knowing he saw the very essence of her. His fingers parted her folds as his head lowered between her legs. She felt the tip of his tongue, gliding along her sex, teasing her unmercifully.

Then it plunged inside her, startling her, heightening her awareness of everything. She found her fingers tangled in his hair again, holding him closer to her as he licked and sucked and nipped. She began whimpering. Rising to meet him. Moaning like some wanton.

When he found her bud, she tensed and then panted as his tongue swirled about it, stroking it maddeningly. The pressure mounted and she flung herself over the precipice, dizzying colors dancing before her eyes as waves of pleasures washed over her. She felt as if every bone in her body had melted away as she lay there afterward, spent and motionless.

Spencer began working his way back up her body in a series of kisses from her core to her mouth. When he kissed her again, he moved until he hovered above her. Lifting his mouth, he said, “The first time there will be pain. Never again.”

Before she could think on his words, she sensed his member at the entrance to her core and he pushed quickly inside her. A moment of hurt occurred and her nails dug into his shoulders.

He didn’t move, though, and she understood that he was letting her body become used to him inside her, stretching her, filling her.

“Better now?” he asked softly.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Slowly, he began to move, slipping away from her and then plunging in again. The friction went from pleasant to electrifying. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, every nerve in her body firing now. Their dance slowed and sped up before the pace became frenetic. She moved with him as one and as his seed spilled inside her, they both cried out their pleasure.

Gradually, she began to come back to earth, aware of Spencer’s weight driving her into the mattress. He started to move from her and she clung to him.

“Don’t go,” she told him.

“I don’t want to crush you.” He rolled to his side and wrapped his massive arms about her, holding her close. The sound of his heartbeat thundered against her ear as they lay together, their bodies cooling.

Finally, he kissed her again, long and lingering, and then released her. He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Tessa watched him dress, thinking how wonderful the experience had been and how they truly were each other’s now and forever.

Spencer went and retrieved a basin and washcloth. He bathed her, explaining he had ruptured her maidenhead and there was a bit of blood. He ministered to her so lovingly, it gave her a glimpse of how their lives would be. How giving he was and she knew he would always treat her like a queen.

“Come, let us get you back into your night rail. Abra will suspect something if she comes to awaken her mistress and finds her with no clothes on,” he teased.

Tessa stood and allowed him to dress her. She remembered to pick up her dressing gown and place it across the foot of the bed, where she usually left it.

Spencer tucked her back into bed again, smoothing her hair and then kissing her.

“I hate to leave you,” he said.

“I hate it, too,” she replied.

“Do you have any regrets?”

“None,” she said fiercely. “I wish we could wed today and do all of this over again.”

He chuckled, his palm cradling her cheek. “We will. First, I must purchase the special license this morning. I will do so when Doctors’ Commons opens.”

“Do we have to wait?” she asked.

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