“I believe I have changed my mind,” she mused, letting her palms smooth over the top of his muscular thighs, which tensed immediately.
Cedric’s eyes flew open at once as his head snapped forward, looking at her with both panic and betrayal, which she met with a sultry smirk.
“I do not want you to show me what to do,” she explained, letting her nails dig slightly into his heated flesh, “I think I want to make my own discovery.”
Deborah felt the tension melt from Cedric’s body at once, and that panicked look shifted to a devilishly handsome smirk.
“Oh, you are a wonder, aren’t you?” He mused, lifting a hand to almost lovingly stroke the side of her neck. “I am yours to discover then, my little temptress.”
Oh. Oh, I like that. I like that very much.
Urged on by the sexual tension palpating through not just their bodies but through the entire room, Deborah leaned forward to resume her exploration. This time, she traced the flat of her tongue along the pulsing vein that ran the entire length of his erection. Cedric hissed in another breath as his hands tightened around her neck, but he did not try to lead her. He let her take every lick, every stroke when she wanted and where she wanted until his head lolled back once again and he began to murmur incomprehensible words as his entire body began to tremble and jerk just as he had made hers do.
She wondered then if she could make him fall off that edge he’d dangled her over for so long- if she could make him erupt as he had made her. Deborah traced the tip of her tongue around hissensitive head one last time, parted her lips wide, then boldly,slowly,sank her mouth and throat until her lips pressed against the flesh of his pelvis.
“Oh, God, Deborah, yes,” Cedric rasped, his hands flying up to her hair.
But she pulled back and could not help but smirk in satisfaction as he let out a strangled sound of agony.
“More?” She asked, meeting his eyes.
Cedric only nodded as he drew in a deep, trembling breath.
“Yes,” he panted, “God, yes.”
“Now you may show me what to do,” she purred, then slid her mouth over him once again.
Cedric spared no time, using the grip in her hair to work himself in and out of her mouth and down her throat until she gagged around him. He unleashed a savage moan as her throat tightened around him. Instead of being disgusted by the sound as she had feared he would be, it seemed instead to spur him on, driving his hips faster, his moans louder, until suddenly his entire body froze, and he slammed a final time into her mouth.
Hot liquid gushed down her throat as Cedric murmured nearly unintelligible praises over and over again. Deborah had no choice but to swallow, but as she mentally checked in withherself, she realized that she very much did not mind. In fact, swallowing his pleasure seemed to only amplify that new sense of power running in her veins.
When his spasms finally stopped, Cedric pulled her head back, her lips releasing him with a wickedpopsound as they became unconnected, and before she could think or act, Cedric was dragging her from her knees up into his lap and cradling her.
His arms held her tightly to him, pressing her head against his chest as he still fought to catch his breath, and Deborah found herself smiling again as she heard the loud, rapid beating of his heart. She snuggled in, relishing in the heat their bodies had created, and closed her eyes, entranced by the way Cedric’s pounding heart slowly drew back to its normal pace.
“You…” Cedric panted after several long moments of silence.
Deborah felt his hand draw under her chin in a surprisingly gentle manner, and she lifted her head to meet his eyes. They were still blacked out from pleasure, but there was something else there too-awe.
“You, my little torturess,youare a revelation,” He finished, stroking his fingers under her jaw.
Deborah blushed bashfully, feeling her soul preen at such an intense praise from a man who was a renowned rake.
“Not too innocent for you?” She could not help but tease, and Cedric let out a husky laugh as he drew her mouth to his for a quick yet intense kiss.
“I do not know quite what you are, Deborah Hunt,” he rasped as he pulled away and stroked her hair from her face, “But what I do know is I certainly underestimated you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Deborah? Is that you?”
Deborah broke away from staring at her husband and turned to the feminine voice. Her straight-faced expression shifted into a grin as she recognized familiar features, and she let out a breath of relief.
“Ellen?” She whispered, remembering the other woman she helped at the auction.
The pretty woman’s features lifted from hopeful to happy, and the two grasped at one another’s white-gloved hands.
“So very good to see you out of that dreadful place!” Deborah whispered excitedly.