Page 40 of Obsession: The Unspoken Sin
Laurence sucked wildly on the tip. He flicked his tongue over the tip and lightly bit the turgid peak.
Alice’s cry pierced the room and echoed off the high ceilings. The reverberations of her lusty cries and his ragged breathing drove her heat to another level.
The titillating sense of power she had over this moment, and, more importantly, this powerful man, drove her mad. Her head suddenly proved heavy, and she let her head fall back.Having learned so quickly how she wanted it, how she needed it, Laurence brought her breasts together and teased both peaks as one. He vacillated his tongue back and forth between the engorged tips.
Then he took the stiffened crests deep in his mouth and sucked.
Laurence, the Earl of Denbigh, a man she’d loved forever and had once been rejected by, now lived for her pleasure. That together with sounds of her long, sultry moan enflamed her. That need-soaked spot between her legs proved unbearable. Alice, grunting like the lusty animal he and his touch had transformed her into, drove her hips wildly against him and empty air.
Her cunny throbbed. The moisture wrought by his exquisite ministrations seeped from her curls and slicked the inside of her thighs.
Alice whimpered. The pressure built.
She was going to come and from nothing more than the lavish attention he paid her breasts. He sucked those rose-pebbled peaks. He flicked them with his tongue and only stopped so he could tug hard at them. His every caress pulled her higher and higher to the peak she knew only from her own hand. But this? There was no words to describe what it was to have the man one loved torturing her with her all-consuming lust.
I am going to come…
Laurence’s low, lust-filled chuckle rumbled in the charged air between them. “I take it my mistress is pleased by my efforts,” he breathed against her breasts.
Beyondpleased.
In his strong, capable arms, her soul sighed and her body sang.
At her silence, a pleased, all-knowing grin teased Laurence’s lips in a cocksure grin.
But she craved far more from him.
Wrestling herself back from the precipice of bliss, she gripped his thick, loose golden curls in her hands and shoved him away.
His eyes, fierce as fire, glinted with raw hunger and surprise.
Alice luxuriated in wrestling back power over him. “If you are to make me come, I want far more than having my tits played with, Laurence.”
His breath hitched. His eyes darkened. “And what is it my mistress wishes for me to do?” His primally low baritone contained a low, guttural rawness she’d never before heard from him or any man. “Tell me. I live to please you, Alice,” he rasped, turning his palms up.
For me. Laurence will supplicate himself to me and my pleasure.
A bead of moisture trickled from her sodden center and slicked her inner thighs.
Mad with desire, Alice sank her teeth into her lower lip hard to keep in her want-filled moan. The metallic tinge of blood filled her mouth.
Laurence sucked in a sharp breath. “Please, mistress. Instruct me. Tell me how I can please you.”
Alice prayed to all the gods and goddesses whom she’d given eternal pleasure to upon her canvases for strength to not surrender so that she could live in this wicked, lust-filled moment forever as they did.
Alice stared at the top of his head, bent as if he too prayed to the same gods and goddesses of carnal love that she did, when, in fact, Alice knew it was she whom he consecrated himself to.
Somehow, she found the strength to edge away.
“Take my gown off, Laurence.” She ordered him to do her bidding with far less strength than she wished, but the most she could manage.
With an even greater care and reverence than her lady’s maids of before, Laurence set his strong hands at her waist and began to tenderly work her chemise and dress down past her hips.
As he did, Alice gazed upon him with heavy eyes. Love and longing clouded her vision.
Then, when he’d eased her gown all the way down to her ankles, he lifted his gaze, looking to her for permission.
She trembled at that deference.
