Page 51 of The Gentleman Was Right
He didn’t know why his body responded so forcefully to her, but he was too busy getting lost in messy, heated kisses to waste time questioning it.
His tongue delved into her mouth, and she met him stroke for stroke, as her hands found the hair at the nape of his neck and threaded into it. He would have been content to kiss her for hours, but she whispered against his lips, “I’ve never been with a man, not completely, but I’m not entirely inexperienced. I know ways to give you pleasure.”
He shuddered, more aroused than he’d been in his entire life. Did she mean what he thought? “You…pleasure.” He tried to clarify, but he lost the ability to form sentences as her hand grazed the bulge of his pantaloons.
She chuckled, the sound sultry. “Unless you have an objection, I would like to taste you.”
Unless he had a…he didnothave an objection.
He exhaled harshly, and with a desperate whine breathed, “Yes.”
Without breaking their kiss, she skimmed her hand up his torso and undid the buttons on his waistcoat, then peeled it and his jacket off. With nimble fingers, she unwound his cravat, and it was impossible to withhold a sigh as she stroked the newly exposed skin on his chest.
He’d had more than a few encounters with the very skilled Lady Hadley and a few short-lived trysts, but he was not prepared for the unabashed way Violet embraced passion. There was no uncertainty, no hesitation, as she started to pull his shirt upward.
The blast of cold air, however, briefly restored his senses.
They were in a public room. Both the door and the drapes were wide open. Privacy was lacking, and if he allowed it, she would strip him naked where anyone could see. He was not a prude, but he had some decorum, so he stilled her movements with his hand, and asked breathlessly, “Where is your bedchamber?”
She pulled back, eyes wide as her gaze darted around the room. “Heavens. I lost sight of where we were…we must…follow me.”
She broke away and, far more steadily than he expected, rose and walked out of the room. He nearly stumbled in his haste to catch up to her, but he needn’t have worried that she would leave him behind. Before they even reached the stairs, she reached back and grabbed his hand.
Leading him down the upstairs hallway, she pulled him into a bedchamber, and once there, the only thing he registered was the bed. His fingers and hers tangled as they stumbled toward it and worked to remove the rest of his clothing.
When he was bare, her nails gently scraped along his heated skin. There was a reverence in the way she touched him. As if his body pleased her and she had no choice but to map it in its entirety. Between her touch and her concentration, he felt worshipped.
He didn’t hate being the focus of her attention, but wanting more than just her fingers touching him, he started to undress her. Layer after layer fell away to reveal pale, unblemished skin. She was thin, with hips that flared slightly and small pert breasts. He only caught a glimpse before she tugged him onto the plain bedspread in a tangle of limbs.
Violet’s lithe body covered his as her lips trailed across his chest. She lapped at his nipples, and he arched his back to encourage her, even though no woman had ever shown such intense interest in his body before. Inhaling deeply, she blew her exhalation across his fevered skin, and his nipples pebbled at whisper of cool air.
“Your scent. Your taste,” she whispered. “It’s intoxicating. I can’t…get enough.”
She kept kissing his fevered skin, and he could do nothing except allow it. Part of him wanted to encourage her to move further down his body, but at the same time, he didn’t want to halt her worship. He’d had no idea that his skin was so sensitive, or that feeling her mouth on the firmness of his abdomen and the apex of his hips would be so heady.
She was seducing him in a way he hadn’t known was possible.
Trailing her lips over his skin, she moved so slowly that he didn’t think she’d ever touch his cock, so when she finally wrapped her lips around the tip, he nearly exploded in her mouth. He should have been prepared, she’d given him ample evidence of what her mouth could do, but instead, she’d lulled him into a state of arousal so deep that he’d been unaware of anything except the way she was touching him. His quickly approaching orgasm cut through the lusty haze enough to have him tug her up so he could hold off from spilling into her mouth. Wanting to be inside of her when he came, he kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue like it was an elaborate feast.
“Are you ready?” she panted into his ear.
Washeready? Of course he was bloody ready.
He was primed to come with the slightest provocation. It was her who wasn’t ready. He’d been so engrossed by her lips that he’d barely touched her. “I am, but you are…not ready.”
“Yes, I am,” she replied with a chuckle, as she sucked on his earlobe.
And then, hitching her knees up until they pressed against the sides of his torso, she lifted her hips and reached between them. Grasping him firmly in her fist, she lowered herself slowly. Inch by antagonizing inch, she sheathed him with her body.
He thought he might die as her body sucked him deeper. Waves of pleasure surged through him and the urge to spill before he was fully inside of her was hard to resist.
Never in his life had he had so little control of his body.
Somewhere in his mind swirled the memory of her whispered confession that she’d never done this before, and he reminded himself to let her set the pace.
Her channel surrounded him as his cock sank deeper into her body, and he couldn’t help the noises that slipped from his mouth. He gasped. He groaned. His sounds mingled with hers, until he could no longer tell the difference between them.
It was supposed to hurt her the first time, but the look on her face reflected nothing but bliss. Because she was on top, she was fully in control, and when she had completely seated herself, she held still. He wished she would raise her hips and drop onto him again so he could feel the slide of their bodies together, but he waited, his breath escaping in an unsteady pant.
