Page 59 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
“Faster,” she urged.
He needed no other command. Growling, he stroked his cock hard and swift, using exactly the kind of force he craved. This had always been a private thing, something he did to relieve the constant demands of his body. It wasn’texactlyshameful, but he did it alone and treated it like a necessary task that was to be gotten through quickly so that he wasn’t always plagued by desire.
Yet... to do this in front of Willa... to do thisforWilla... because he wanted her... He ached for a fast release, relieving the near agony of this pleasure, and he also wanted to savor every moment, displaying himself for her, teasing out his ecstasy beneath her demanding gaze.
Her thighs shifted beneath her lightweight skirts, the rounded shapes rubbing against each other, chasing her own needs, and her hands massaged the small forms of her breasts. She was just as powerfully affected as he was, inflamed by the sight of him doing this wonderful, raw thing in front of her, athercommand.
His climax gathered hotly at the base of his spine.
“Do it,” she panted. “Bring yourself off while I watch.”
Her demand was all it took. With a long, painedgrowl, he came. His seed shot from his body in pulse after pulse. It had been a long time since he’d climaxed, and so his release was an eternity of pleasure that spattered upon the ground.
Finally, his body was wrung dry. His knees sagged and he had to grip the railing to keep himself upright in the aftermath. No matter how drained he was, though, more energy surged through him to have done this act in front of her, and to see the fierce hunger written sharply across her face and ablaze in her eyes.
“Your turn,” he said as he tucked his depleted cock back into his loincloth.
More color stained her cheeks. “I can’t do that in front of you.”
“Oh, no, sweetheart.” He gathered enough strength to stride to her, and wrap his hands around her hips. She trembled beneath his palms. “I ain’t deservin’ of that at all. Butyoudeserve to come. Over and over until you can’t take any more. AndI’mgoing to make that happen. Tell me I can make that happen.”
She drew in a jagged breath, and fear streaked through him that she might actually refuse.
Then, she said, “Kiss me first.”
At once, he claimed her mouth with his in a long, ravenous kiss. Her lips opened to his immediately, her tongue stroking his with velvet licks that reached down all the way within him, making his sated cock twitch with the need for more.
He cupped her face, his thumb brushing against where her pulse throbbed in her throat. She leaned into him and gasped in his mouth as her fingers threaded into the hair at the base of his neck. A growl escaped him, pleasure coursing through his body.
Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her onto the stone railing. It was wide enough to support her, and brought her high enough so that their faces were level. They devoured each other as though it had been years and not a day since they last kissed.
“I have to touch you, lioness,” he rumbled into her mouth. “Let me feel your sweet cunt on my fingers. May I?”
“Yes, Dom, yes,” she gasped.
He gathered up her skirts, the silky fabric bunching on his bare forearms in prelude for the pleasure that was to come. Her full thighs were deliciously smooth beneath his palms and shaking as he stroked them. Higher he went, her breath coming faster and faster, until she cried out when his fingertips brushed the outer lips of her quim.
At once, he stilled, fearful that he’d accidentally hurt her or done something she didn’t want.
“Don’t stop,” she urged breathlessly. “Jesus, Dom, if you don’t touch me between my legs, I’m going to die.”
“I won’t let that happen, sweetheart,” he vowed. His finger slipped between her lips. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
She soaked him at once, glossing his skin with her arousal. He found the taut bud of her clitoris with his thumb and swallowed down her moan when he circled and stroked it. As he caressed it, he slowly, reverently began to ease one finger inside her. But she was tight, so gorgeously tight, and he had to sink into her by bare degrees.
“Dom,”she moaned when at last he was fully within her.
“Want more?” To his own ears, his voice was a feral animal’s.
“Everything.”
God, how he adored her.
He slid a second finger into her, and she cried out, her head tipping back, when he found the spot inside of her that was swollen and demanding. Holding himself in check, he waited, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him. His fingers were thick—not as thick as his cock—and she was new to this.
Were he a better man, this thought would have made him stop. But they were at last giving in to their need for each other, and it would have taken a literal act of war to tear him away from her.
As he waited for her to grow accustomed to him, his thumb moved in circles over her clitoris, and she began to push her hips into him. She moved as though driven by instinct and need alone.
