He collapsed on the bed, closing his eyes, imagining that he was inside her, where he really wanted to be. Inside her welcoming heat, skin to skin, sweaty and hot and riding for the sunset.
“Faster,” he grunted, unable to play any more games, needing release now.
She watched his face intently as she pumped her fist, wanting to be good at it, wanting to please him.
She fantasized about being a worldly siren, and he felt the opposite, almost like this was his first experience with a lover. Her hand the first to touch him, besides his own. That gasping, brand-new, starry devotion to her touch.
Her lips parted. Her breasts bounced, the ends of her long hair brushed his chest.
He touched her lips, bringing his thumb to her mouth, pretending he was inside her mouth. She sucked instinctively on his thumb.
Then she pulled away. “Oh yes, I remember now. That was what you said, about guiding it between my lips and swirling my tongue around the head.”
She followed words with deeds. He groaned and flopped back on the pillow, all thought of stopping this gone. Miss Sandrine Oliver’s lips were stretched around his cock.
And it was the most exciting thing that had everhappened to him. He’d thoroughly corrupted her, but what could you expect of a wicked rake like him? He was only living up to expectations. Making sure he wasn’t any of the things she’d pronounced him to be last night. Good. Gentle. Caring.
“Suck harder,” he growled, longing to fist his hands in her hair and guide her. Instead, he clutched the bedsheets until his knuckles were white. Her movements were inexpert and tentative, but damned if it didn’t feel like heaven.
“No teeth,” he moaned.
She mumbled something unintelligible.
“What was that?”
She lifted her head, and his cock popped free of her mouth. “Show me what to do. I don’t know what you like.”
She resumed her position, staring up at him. He should stop this, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to bury his cock in her hot, wet mouth for eternity.
He wrapped her long hair around his fists, guiding her with his hands, sinking deeper into her mouth, applying a light pressure to her hair that allowed her to move freely but gave him some control.
She gripped him with her lips, sliding up and down in the tempo he set with his hands. He wove his fingers more tightly into her hair, lost in the silken feel of it and the erotic sight of her swallowing his cock.
He lifted her head.
“Was that right?”
“More than right.” Voice raspy, breathing ragged.
“Then... more?”
“No, no more.” He clasped her shoulders and slid her on top of him until her breasts rested against his erection. He placed her hands on either side of her breasts, showing her how to cradle him. Then he began to move in the soft valley between her breasts.
He covered her hands with his, gripping tightly, pressing her breasts around his cock and stroking her nipples with his thumbs. It didn’t take long. A few long, hard thrusts and he reached a long, shuddering climax.
“Sandrine.” He thumped back against the bed, breathing heavily. “Damn.”
She plucked a towel from the chair beside the bed and wiped his chest, and hers, and then snuggled against him. “I don’t believe that last item was on your wicked list.”
“That list was by no means exhaustive. There are so many ways to find pleasure together.” Realization of what had happened began to sift through the fog in his mind. “And you won’t be learning any more of them from me. This must stop, Sandrine.” His tone grew serious.
“I know,” she said. “It must stop. We can’t do anything else on the wicked list. I know. Let’s get under the covers.”
When they were warm under the covers and she was nestled against him with her arm over his chest and her head tucked into his neck, she kissed his ear. “I trust you, Dane. I think you have more to give than you think you do.You think you’re untrustworthy because you blame yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.”
“The world would be a better place if I’d died instead of my mother. It’s a fact.”
“It’s a lie. The truth is that we can’t go back in time and change anything. So we have to live with what we’ve been given, this one life. You think that you don’t deserve to be happy, but you do.”