Page 101 of The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes
Through slitted eyes he watched her throating his cock, the gorgeous view of seeing his length disappear between her lips. The pleasure was so intense he could hardly remain standing, yet he planted his feet to anchor himself as she devoted herself eagerly to this experience, just as she met everything in the world with bravery and ardor.
Celeste’s chest rose and fell, and her cheeks were flushed, revealing her arousal.
Herexcitement stoked his higher, until the rising of release began to gather at the base of his spine. Yet he was determined to last as long as possible for her, and so, with the greatest of regret, he pulled from her mouth.
“Love,” he rasped, “if I don’t fuck you, I’m going to lose my mind. Any objections?”
“None at all,” she panted.
He could have shouted with gratitude, and helped her to stand. They removed their clothing with desperate haste. When they were both naked, he stepped back in admiration. A flush stained her cheeks and chest, yet even after all they’d shared, she still lowered her lashes as if slightly abashed to be seen in the nude.
“You’re as luscious here as you were in the Imperial Theatre’s dressing room,” he said, his voice deep. “Now it’s even better because there’s no disguise, and we’re promised to each other. At last, I can take my time with my intended.”
Weaving his fingers with hers, he led her into his chamber, then swept her up into his arms to carry her the remaining distance to the bed. He laid her down upon the counterpane, and she looked perfect there, body lush and gaze replete with love.
“A bed,” she said huskily, lifting on her elbows. “How novel.”
“We’ll soon have one of our own. Our private kingdom.” Climbing onto the mattress, he kissed her. She met his searing need with her own, the kiss voracious. He stroked her breasts, teasing them into sensitive points, and committed her body to the memory of his hands. Every inch of her was exquisite, this wondrous woman who brought ferocity and bliss to his life.
When she was gasping, he stretched out onto his back.
“Put your cunt on my face,” he commanded huskily.
“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly.
He helped position her, placing her knees on either side of his head. She gasped as he nuzzled against the soft, silken flesh of her thighs that so delightfully imprisoned him. The most magnificent sight of all was her flushed, wet quim just above him, so slick with desire. His hands cupped her hips, and together, they lowered her down, until his mouth met her pussy.
The taste of her... He could exist on nothing else but this. She was molten and spiced, delicate and yet unafraid as she chased her pleasure, grinding against him as he flicked his tongue against her clitoris and sucked at her opening.
“Kieran,” she moaned, “I’m—” She cried out, her whole body growing taut.
But he wasn’t appeased. He had to give her everything, so he slid one hand down her belly and then worked it between them until he was able to plunge two fingers into her passage. He stroked into her, finding the place within that was so swollen with arousal.
She shuddered once more as she gasped his name, and gave another cry as he urged her to another climax. Then she pulled back.
“Please, Kieran,” she pled. “I want... I want...”
“You want me to fuck you.” He flipped them so that she lay on her back and he lay between her legs. This was where he wanted to be for the remainder of his days. “The respectable girl insists she wants my cock.”
“I want you forever.” She gripped his arse again.
“God, how I love you.” He sank into her with one hard plunge, and she arched up to meet him.
He’d intended to go slowly, to draw out each stroke, but control slipped from him as she writhed and moaned with each thrust of his hips. The feel of her around him was bliss, like coming home, and he panted like a beast as he lost himself to the task of pleasuring her. She hooked her ankles around the small of his back, her movements frenzied as he fucked her with wild adoration.
He spun them so she straddled him, and he watched the determined ecstasy on her face as she rode him, chasing release. Love for her filled him, along with the need to give her as much ecstasy as she could stand. When she cried out with another orgasm, he pulled out a moment before his own climax.
They panted together, until he lowered her back down to the blanket. She was boneless as he slid from her arms to cross the room on shaky legs. He found a cloth, dipped it in the water-filled basin, and then returned to clean them both. Each stroke of the cloth over her body was reverent. With that task taken care of, he lay down once more, cradling her close.
She spread her hand on his chest, lightly scraping through the hair that curled there.
“Didn’t think I’d ever find this,” he said softly.
“Find what?” she asked, drowsy.
He searched for the right word, but in the wake of such extraordinary pleasure with such an extraordinary person, syllables were in scarce supply.
“I’d saycontentment, but that’s too still and static. It’s like . . . it’s like the whole world has opened up to me in a way I’ve never experienced,but that world is here, in my arms.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
