Page 52 of In Compromise with the Earl
The sultry red and gold from the fire turned his olive skin a rich tan and darkened his blue eyes. “Because I want to get into bed with you.”
His mouth ticked. “Bold tonight, aren’t you?”
“I want to see you,” she blurted, “without the dressing gown.”
Oswald’s eyes pinned her where she sat for a long, heated moment before he swirled his wine one last time, took a drink, put it down and stood. With bated breath she watched as he undid the tie of his gown and removed it, showing the granite chest, dusted with springy hair. Her eyes trailed down the ridged stomach to the prominent vee of his hips that led down to his trousers.
He reached out and tugged her from her chair. She stood still while he undid her robe and let it slip to the floor before stroking her face with his hand and giving her a blistering kiss. Arching into his body, she let every care drift away.
“I won’t take you tonight,” he husked. “But we can still enjoy each other.”
“I’m glad you said that, because I want to know how to pleasure you, like you have done to me so many times,” Aphrodite said. “It’s only fair, don’t you think? Will you show me what to do? How to please you?” Aphrodite’s earnest plea undid him.
He claimed her mouth in a long kiss and explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, meeting hers with his, twisting and twining them, until he felt as if he was spinning. The tip of his tongue met the sensitive roof of her mouth and she shivered.
His hands cupped her breasts which seemed to have taken on lives of their own, the turgid tips begging shamelessly for attention.
“It’s not hard to please a man without coupling,” he said, his gaze hooded and dark. His hand lifted to her mouth, and his thumb coasted across her bottom lip. “I’d love your mouth on me.”
“Show me how,” she whispered.
Dropping his hand to his trousers, he shed the garment. At the sight of him, all slabs of muscle rippling on his big frame, his brawny virility stopped her breath. And there, hanging between his muscular thighs, his manhood jutted out like a heavy branch.
His hands slid into her hair, and his gaze compelling, “You can touch me, you know.”
Lightly, she rested her palms on his chest and felt the firm warm skin under her hands, the curled hair and the powerful thud of his heart. Her hand skimmed to his shoulders and arms that were so thick, she could barely circle her fingers around them. His forearms were as malleable as forged steel and she smiled at the memory of how easily he picked her up.
“You’re magnificent,” she replied.
Pulling away, he cupped her face with a long, warm, drugging kiss. “In the bed.”
Lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, she slipped into the bed, and he joined her. Without premise, he kissed her mouth and Aphrodite felt her nipples bud under the thin cloth of her chemise. Her hands sunk into his hair while he fitted his hands over the curves of her body. Biting the plump lobe of her ear, he murmured, “I’ll lie back, kneel between my legs.”
As he sat against the headboard, he took her hand and fitted it around him. A wicked gleam was in her eyes as she touched him, wrapping her fingers around his girth. He smiled a little she realized her fingers scarcely fit around him. Cupping her cheek he kissed her. “Slowly, Sweetling.”
Her grip firmed and she moved quicker, while pleasure seared up his spine. Oswald had made countless trips to bawdy houses and had been pleasured by trained paramours, but not one of them had managed to light this inferno in his body. “You’re doing very well.”
Aphrodite looked amazed at him, her eyes wide and the oh-so-subtle lick of her lips. “You used more than your hands on me,” she whispered. “I want to do the same.
Then she leaned closer, her lips just inches from his length, and his breath held. Her golden tresses spilled like liquid silk into his palms and across his thighs as she gave the tiniest lick…that soft pink mouth worshipping the hardest part of him.
Her gentle licks punched harsh breaths from his lungs but her inexperienced ministrations kept him on the razor’s edge, providing enough sensation to drive him wild. It was the naughtiest of acts that had once or twice passed through his imagination but never thought he would experience with her.
The feel of her lapping him, the sight of her between his legs, her pink tongue circling his engorged crown, tore a groan from his chest when her lips closed over him. She drew on him timidly at first, then with increasing confidence, grew bolder.
With his head tipped back, eyes slitted to half mast, Oswald braced a thumb under her cheek as she made lust sing through his blood. He swelled further as her lips stretched over him and her tongue came into play. She made eager little sounds that stirred him.
“God's teeth, I'm close—”
Instead of pulling away, her head bobbed up and down, fallen strands of hair brushing against his thighs as she as sucked him deeply inside. As her hand touched his stones, he let out a roar. “Enough.”
In the next instant, he dragged her up so that she straddled his lap. “I’m too close to spending,” he explained. “I won’t finish in your mouth but don’t worry, you were spectacular.”
Her lips slanted. “I was getting good at it too.”
Laughing, Oswald hiked her chemise up and found her middle wet and ready for him. “Two can play the same game, Sprite.”
He thrust his middle finger into her snug sheath, and she grabbed at his shoulder. He stroked, curling his finger, probing deep inside. Aphrodite’s head fell back, her mouth going slack, and he watched with pleasure as bliss marked her face.
