Page 71 of Noble Scoundrel

Mason didn’t hesitate. In a moment, he adjusted to settle more properly between her legs. On the next hard pull of his mouth on her breast, he rolled his hips, pressing his hard, aching length to her core. He craved the feel of her heat against him. Around him.

But not yet. First, he wanted to explore her. Taste her.

Giving another lavish swirl of his tongue before offering just a subtle scrape of his teeth, he tugged at her shirt again until he had it pulled down to where it caught at her elbows. Both breasts were bared to his gaze. Lovely, pert, modest swells. And his for the taking.

As he lowered his head to take the second peak into his mouth, he looked at her face.

Her eyes were closed beneath her slightly furrowed brow, and her thick lashes were an elegant fan against her skin. Her lips were parted and glistening, as if she’d just run her tongue over them. The pulse at the side of her throat was visible and rapid.

She was stunning.

He teased her swollen nipple with little flicks of his tongue. After a moment, he was rewarded with a gentle flutter of her lashes as she opened her eyes. Her gaze was fierce as she met his. Her breath shallow and ragged. The gentle prick of her fingernails on his scalp told him she wanted more. She needed more.

He waited. His mouth hovered above her breast while just his tongue played over the tip.

She watched him with glittering eyes, her focus avid and entrancing. As though the sight of his mouth at her breast was nearly as exciting as the feel of it.

How long would she allow the teasing?

Last night, he’d mentioned how he’d fantasized various ways he’d love to torment her, and he’d seen the way her eyes had brightened at the thought. Damn, there were so many ways he wanted to bring her to pleasure.

Pursing his lips, he blew a soft stream of air across her nipple, loving the way it puckered even more. Loving the way she shivered. Her legs shifted, tensing and squeezing his hips. Her shoulders pressed back and her hands curled into fists in his hair.

The tug of pain in his scalp pulled a low growl from his chest, and he extended his tongue in a swift little flick over her pink bud.

Her fists tightened even more and he laughed. Teasing her was more enjoyable than he’d expected, but he wanted more. And he knew she did too. “Don’t say you’ve suddenly gotten shy about telling me what to do,” he taunted gently.

Her gaze narrowed as her tongue slid across her lower lip. “Take me in your mouth.” Her voice was firm and hot.

“With pleasure,” he murmured as he closed his mouth over her breast. He sucked hard on her flesh and she arched off the floor, giving him more. Demanding more.

The next draw of his mouth was accompanied by the edge of his teeth sinking gently into her softness. The sound she made in response went straight to his painfully hardened cock, making it swell and throb against her cleft. He reached down between them to run his palm along his length in a hard stroke before he adjusted himself to a better angle within his breeches. Then he aligned himself with her core once again and gave a rolling thrust that had her lips lifting off the floor.

Ah, if she were fully naked right now, that thrust would have put him inside her. Just the thought hardened him to nearly bursting. Releasing her breast, he clenched his back teeth to keep himself from coming, but nothing could stop him from giving another hard thrust.

Fuck. He needed to stop before he lost it. Gathering every bit of self-control he still possessed, he lifted his hips away.

With a ragged sound of protest, she released his hair and reached down to grab his arse in both hands. Tilting her hips toward him, she whispered a raw command, “Don’t stop.”

Groaning, he tensed his buttocks to rock into her again. Heavy. Hard. Grinding against her core.

Her knees bent alongside his hips as she pressed her bare feet into the floor, leveraging herself to receive more of him. A pretty pink flush covered her chest and crept up her throat. Her nipples were tight buds, and though he enjoyed tormenting her there, he suddenly needed the taste of her mouth.

Trailing a path up her neck with his tongue and teeth, he nipped sharply at her jaw before claiming her parted lips with a bold thrust of his tongue.

She welcomed the invasion, sucking his tongue deeper into her mouth. Drawing on him in a way that had him thinking of her tight, hot sex doing the same to his cock. His groan was heavy as his blood rushed south. Grinding his hips in a circular motion against her, he forgot any reason to hold back.

She arched and writhed. Her hands stayed firmly gripping his arse, keeping him in place, demanding the relentless rhythm of his hips pumping between her thighs.

His stomach dipped and his balls tightened with an approaching climax.

He should stop. He wasn’t going to.

Deliriously intent upon claiming her own pleasure, she wouldn’t have allowed him to anyway. The rough little gasping breaths she released into his mouth told him she was close, though he would have known it anyway by her tightly squeezed eyes and the heated wetness soaking into his breeches.

Rocking, thrusting, circling his hips. The pleasure built high inside him, twisting through his core, threatening his control.

Who was he kidding? He’d lost control a long time ago.

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