Page 81 of Counting on a Countess
She shook her head.
“I’d like to make you come,” he rumbled.
Her breath left her in a rush, but she managed to say expectantly, “Yes.”
With a knowing, carnal smile, he led her toward the bed. He released her to pull off his boots, then he climbed onto the bed and leaned against the headboard with his legs stretched out. “Recline against me.”
There was something so potent in his direct, forthright words. No prevarication, only a man and a woman together seeking pleasure. She got onto the bed and positioned herself between his legs, with his chest snug against her back. His arms encircled her, and she was acutely aware of his cock rising between them.
“Kiss me,” he urged.
She turned her head to meet his lips. It was a long, deep, drugging kiss that robbed her of thought. When his hands cupped her breasts, she gasped into his mouth, and when he took her nipple between his fingers and gently pinched, her gasp turned into a moan. Her legs fell open.
He stroked and caressed her breasts, toying with her nipples, all the while intoxicating her with his kiss. She arched up into his touch. When his hand slipped down from her breast to curve over her mound, she realized that he had gathered up the hem of her chemise.
The feel of his bare skin on her most private place jolted her. But it felt so very good. Her body released its tension.
“Ah, that’s it,” he said on a sigh as she relaxed against him. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this, to feel you here.” As he spoke, his fingers stroked lower, between her lips.
She sucked in a breath.Oh, God.
“You’re so wet,” he growled.
She reveled in her blatant display of arousal, claiming it as part of herself. Thought itself vanished as he caressed her folds, and when he massaged her bud, the boundaries of her body dissolved, lost in a golden haze of pleasure. She heard her long, wild moan as he circled her opening.
His finger slid into her.
“Yes,” she gasped. She felt no sense of invasion, only rightness.
He stroked in and out of her while his thumb flicked over her bud. With his other hand, he continued to stroke her nipple. Sensation consumed her. He pressed inside her, into a bright, swollen spot. She bowed up as pleasure cascaded over her in shining waves.
Hoarse sounds climbed up from her throat as he played her body. She abandoned herself to his touch, needing only him and the way he drew forth ecstasy. Her hips moved without thought.
“That’s it, love,” he urged. “Take what you want.”
Her climax hit her with the strength of a tempest. It was an unstoppable force that leveled everything in its path. She cried out as it crested and ebbed and crested again.
Her release slowly receded, leaving her limp and spent in Kit’s arms. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her, his tongue lapping against hers.
He slid out from behind her to stand beside the bed. She had just enough strength left to prop herself against the headboard, but her attention sharpened when he unfastened his breeches and pushed them down his legs. Then he was naked.
It was impossible not to stare at his cock, curved and hard, with a shining bead of moisture emerging from the slit at the top. Ravenous desire rose up in her like a high tide, submerging her in need.
“The way you’re looking at me,” he rumbled. “Like a lioness eyeing her prey.”
She pulled off her chemise, but kept her stockings and lay down as she widened her legs. “We’re the hunters and the hunted.”
Kit inhaled deeply, then climbed onto the bed, arranging his long body atop hers. He lay between her legs, his weight balanced on his forearms. Their bodies fit together, flesh to flesh, his cock snug against her belly, and she looked up into his face to see a pleat of worry between his brows.
“I thought the untried maiden was the one who was supposed to be afraid,” she murmured with a smile.
“But this is my first time with a virgin.” He stroked a few strands of hair off her face. “It needs to be good for you.”
She kissed him tenderly. “You already have made it better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
He lowered his head and kissed her with such thoroughness she lost awareness of where she ended and he began.
Shifting slightly, he reached down and positioned his cock so that it lay between her folds. She gasped as he slid his length up and down, teasing her bud, coating himself with her wetness. Then he fit the head of his cock at her entrance.
