Page 102 of Temptations of a Wallflower
“What do you want, love?”
“The scene inA Wicked Liaison . . .you know the one . . .”
He moaned with approval, then knelt back to pull at his remaining clothing. In an instant, they were both nude. Primal creatures of desire. Here they were, honest and genuine. She could at last be the Lady, in every way.
As sensual as a satyr, he lay down on the blankets. His cock formed a beautiful shape, curved and upright, hard with need.
Sarah knew exactly what she craved. She straddled his head, positioning his mouth close to her quim, while she faced his cock. “Yes?”
“Yes,” he growled.
She bent down. Took his cock between her lips at the same time that his mouth found her sex. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure as she and Jeremy tasted and feasted on each other, an endless circle of sensation, her to him and back again. She sucked and licked while he did the same. Ecstasy suffused her, down to the smallest part of her, every fragment, every piece.
She loved his taste, musky and masculine, and lapped eagerly at it. She adored the feel of his most male part in her mouth. His hips bucked and rose as she sucked him, and he groaned against her damp, intimate flesh. Pleasure built, demanding release.
When he sank two fingers into her passage, she came apart, screaming around his cock. The orgasm shook her like a storm, threatening to uproot her. But he didn’t yield with her climax. Instead, he continued to lap at her, his fingers deep within her, pressing against that one exquisite spot, until she came again.
She sucked on him, intent to wring pleasure from him, too. His groans and moans, and the movement of his hips, were her reward. They fed on each other, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.
Finally, he pulled himself free of her mouth.
“I need you,” he growled.
“Yes.”
He moved swiftly, arranging their bodies so that he lay on his side, with her in front of him, facing away. He gripped her thighs, widening them.
She looked down, eager for the sight of him entering her.
“Look down,” she whispered. “Watch us.”
The position gave them both a view of his cock as it sank into her. They both moaned at the sight. He drew back, then plunged forward. And they could watch every stroke. Every thrust.
One of his hands continued to hold her thigh, while the other drifted down to stroke her bud. She refused to close her eyes. Instead, she watched it all. His hand on her sex. His cock within her. They were elemental beings, raw.
He took her neck, holding her with his teeth, as he loved her. He was a beast. He was her animal. For her alone he became a wild creature, barely tamed by her hand. Jeremy pounded into her, frenzied, and she reveled in his lack of control.
She cried out in ecstasy, the orgasm ripping her apart as it formed her into something new.
The vibrations slowed in her. As soon as her breath caught, he paused for a moment, then shifted, moving them so she was on her back. He placed himself between her legs, his cock at her entrance, his gaze locked on her face. His jaw was tight, every muscle hard as iron, but the tenderness in his eyes undid her.
He thrust into her. She bowed up, receiving him. Her legs wrapped around his hips. They lost themselves in the creation of more and more pleasure. He groaned and snarled from sensation—a gentle man turned wild with need.
He froze as his release poured from him. He threw back his head, letting out a growl of triumph and surrender. He’d never been more beautiful than in his abandon.
When the last of his climax receded, he gently lowered himself down. Still inside her, he gathered her close and kissed her deeply.
Wordlessly, they stroked each other’s faces, their damp bodies. Sealing the bond of their union. They belonged to each other—forever.
Chapter 30
“But my life here!” I exclaimed, watching him dress. “I cannot simply leave it.”
“Then I’ll join you here in the city,” he answered.
“And give up being a highwayman?”
“I’m not giving up anything by being with you.”
