“Thank God,” Algernon breathed then lifted, bringing her off her feet.
Beatrice wrapped her legs around his waist, relishing the feel of his warm, chiseled chest pressed so tightly to her breasts. Their mouths still tangled in a deep kiss, Algernon walked her back to the bed. Instead of tossing her this time, though, Algernon laid her among the pillows with great care.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Algernon groaned as his kisses began to trail from her lips to her neck and his hand began to massage her breast.
Beatrice moaned, arching herself into his kisses and petting touch.
“Oh, yes, I do,” she panted, drawing her nails up from his lower back all the way up to his shoulders.
Algernon groaned into her neck as his entire body trembled under her touch. His body followed her fingertips, as if she had him on strings, and as she reached his shoulder blades, his hipsrolled between her parted legs, sending his enlarged manhood thrusting over already slick entrance. Beatrice moaned at the sensation, and she wished he was not still in his trousers.
“Do that again,” he commanded, his deep voice hoarse with need.
Beatrice was happy to oblige, and as she did, her touch sent his hips driving into hers again.
“You are so wet for me already,” Algernon rasped, flicking his hips just a little more as if to prove his point.
Then he pulled away, sitting up on his heels, and Beatrice blushed as she saw the proof of her desire had soaked the tented fabric of Algernon’s trousers. Her body already hot and pulsing for him, she opened her mouth, trying to find the right words to say. As she struggled to find them, a small pain pinched in her chest, and tears pricked her eyes.
“I missed you so very much,” she confessed.
Regret flittered through the dark look of deep arousal in Algernon’s eyes, and the most sorrowful frown drew his lips downward.
“Oh, my love,” he whispered, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. “I have missed you more than words can describe. Can you ever forgive me for the time I wasted trying to deny my feelings for you?”
At any other time, Beatrice might have used the opportunity to take part in a little revenge. Make him beg for her. Her brow suddenly perked at the idea. Perhaps shewouldmake him beg for her.
The idea dissolved quickly though as Algernon slowly lowered his trousers down his hips, revealing his lower abdominal muscles, theVof his hips, and theveryimpressive length and girth of his erection. Beatrice’s mouth watered as her core pulsed and flooded with need.
Begging would have to wait.
“I forgive you,” she breathed, her eyes fixed on his impressive manhood.
“Not yet,” Algernon rasped, shaking his head as he crawled up the bed to her, “but I promise you will.”
She waited with growing anticipation for him to reach her mouth so she could kiss him again, but he stopped as his head reached her waist, and he lowered himself between her parted thighs, his wide, muscular shoulders forcing them wider.
His possessive hands wrapped under and around her upper thighs, forcing her legs to rest on his shoulders, and his tongue licked a long, teasing stroke from the bottom of her mons all the way up to her clitoris. Beatrice let out a pathetic cry as her body arched toward his tongue, desperate for more.
As if more than happy to oblige, Algernon’s grip on her thighs tightened, and his mouth fused to her sex. Beatrice moaned, and her lashes fluttered as a fresh wave of heat washed over her body. Her hands found purchase in Algernon’s dark silk tendrils, and as she grasped them tightly, his lips moved to suckle the tight bud of nerves above her labia as he slowly thrust a single finger into her tight sheath.
“Algernon!” she gasped, dragging fresh air into her lungs as his finger and tongue moved together in a quickening rhythm that was bringing her to a frenzy.
It had been too long since they had touched one another, and Beatrice became acutely aware of such a thing as not even a minute later she felt her release gushing out of her.
Stars burst behind Beatrice’s eyes, and Algernon groaned as she came, burying his head even deeper between her legs as if heneededto ensure he swallowed every last drop. Spasm after delicious spasm of pleasure rocked through Beatrice’s body as she drew in panting breaths, her mind dizzy from the much-needed release.
Still, she tugged at Algernon’s hair, wanting him to make love to her.
“Not yet, love,” he rasped between her thighs, shaking his head a second before he pressed his mouth to her sex again.
His skilled tongue slid through her wet folds, causing her nerves to spark and her body to tremble. He licked softly but greedily,showing her just how much he had missed her. Then not one but two of his fingers slid into her sex, curling up until the pads of his fingers brushed that sensitive spot inside of her he had once showed her how to find, and Beatrice moaned his name.
“Yes,”Algernon gritted out the single word needily, driving his skilled fingers in and out of her as Beatrice grew closer to her second release.
She arched her back, despite the brief discomfort of being so full, and began to buck her hips against his hand as his mouth remained steadfast on her clitoris. Pleasure roiled through her veins, causing sweat to break out along the curves of her body as Algernon brought her to the brink and then made her hover there.
Her breaths grew ragged, her heartbeat thudded heavily in her chest as he somehow kept her on the precipice- and then thrust his fingers inside her again, deeper, harder, as his lips expertly teased her bud.