Page 66 of Temptations of a Wallflower
She felt wetness slick her sex and his fingers. Everywhere was glorious sensation, and she writhed with it, heedless of everything but his touch.
He breathed against her damp flesh. “I want to . . . Let me . . .”
She did not ask him what he wanted as his mouth left her breast and trailed down her ribs, over her stomach. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, watching, amazed, deeply aroused, as he folded himself back and settled his head between her legs.
Was she to know this? Could she dare hope . . . ?
Yes.
His lips found her quim. He growled against her folds, and she collapsed backward at the touch of his mouth to her. Logic and words and comprehension all shattered apart, never to be found again. All she knew was feeling and response and brilliant pleasure. He traced her with his tongue, licked deeply, wetly. Stroke upon stroke as he swirled around her clit. He sank a finger into her, sucking on her pearl at the same time. Gone was the shy, uncertain vicar. This was a man of primal hunger and demand. Who knew precisely how to give her what she needed.
There was something vaguely familiar about Jeremy’s mouth on her. The way he touched her with his tongue and his fingers . . . she dimly recognized it. Yet that couldn’t be possible. She’d never done this before with anyone. How could she feel anything but amazement and ecstasy?
Thought broke apart and collapsed on itself as his finger stroked in and out, matching time with him gently taking her clit between his lips. He curved hisfinger slightly, pressing against a sensitive, full spot deep within her.
She splintered into a million shards of pleasure. Her climax was a wild thing, unstoppable. A cry broke from her lips, hard and unrestrained. She forgot everything. All she understood was this frenzy of sensation that rent her apart. She bowed up, clawing at the bedsheets.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not until he wrung out another orgasm. And another. He was unyielding.
At last he relented and climbed up her body, kissing her skin as he ascended. When he stretched out beside her, he smiled down with a proud look.
“I’m only a scholarly man,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead, “but I do believe you enjoyed that.”
She managed to collect herself enough to speak. “Conceit is a dangerous thing.”
“Not in bed,” he said, grabbing hold of her hand and pressing his lips to her fingertips.
She felt his hard cock nudge her thigh. Glancing down, she saw that he was thick and curved. “Only one of us is quenched.”
Despite the fact that he’d been licking and sucking on her sex not moments before, he blushed. “There are only so many demands I can make of you in one night.”
“I want your demands,” she said, and drew him down for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, and desire roared back to life.
He didn’t ask if she was sure. In a swift movement, he was atop her again, settling between her legs.
“Can we . . .” She swallowed. “Let me be on top.” She’d written that position so many times, withthe woman in control of both the man and her own pleasure—and now she had her chance to experience it for herself.
His eyes widened, but he rolled over so that she straddled him.
“I like this,” she murmured, eyeing him splayed beneath her, awaiting her command, her desire.
“You’re not alone,” he answered. His throat worked as his gaze moved over her hair, her breasts, then down to her sex pressed against his. He gripped her hips.
Sarah slid her hips back and forth, allowing his cock to slide between her slick folds. She was in complete control as she guided him precisely where she wanted him to be. At her entrance, against her clit. Both pleasure and power built with each stroke and swivel. Through hazed eyes, she stared down at him. His own gaze was heavy-lidded as he watched her.
“Yes,” he growled. “Take what you want.”
She did. She rubbed and glided. And when he brought up one of his hands to lightly pinch at her nipple, she felt the leading edge of another climax start.
Sarah moved, bringing his cock into her. With one swift, sure plunge, he was seated within her. There was only a fragment of pain, disappearing into a heavy cloud of pleasure that encircled her like an enchantment. Oh, this position was marvelous, allowing her to place him precisely where she wanted him to be. And there was wonder, too—that a strong, strapping man was hers to command, yielding to her willingly. She felt his strength, as well, as his hips rose to meet hers, the thickness of his cock inside her, filling her.
Her pace increased, her pleasure growing brighter and brighter.
“As fast and hard as you want, love,” he groaned. “Take us there. Make us come.”
Hearing this quiet, cultured man speak such earthy words—she couldn’t last. Her orgasm took her, so intensely it was almost cruel. She tipped her head forward and moaned in release.
With a few more strokes, he followed her, growling her name as he came. It was a long, endless, too-brief moment. She splayed atop him, panting.
