Page 67 of Foolish Bride
He renewed his efforts, teasing at first, but then taking the hard bud in his mouth and sucking hard until she quivered.
Nothing had ever been more wonderful or more intimate. Every sense heightened. Nothing mattered, everything mattered. She was lost in him.
He lifted one of her legs so that it rested over his shoulder, then did the same with the other. He lifted her bottom until she was perched at the edge of the mattress. His tongue swirled and lapped, and his lips sucked gently, then harder.
Lightning shot through her and soared around her. Nothing was stable. The earth shook, and she bit her lip so as not to scream out and wake the household. Tension built at her center, tighter and higher.
His thumb slid inside her.
The world exploded before her eyes. Waves of pleasure flooded every inch of her body, which she no longer even recognized as her own. She clenched around his finger.
He muttered something she thought might have been “magnificent,” but she was too caught up in her own pleasure to be sure.
She came to her senses in the middle of the bed. Michael was next to her with his head resting on his hand, and he smiled down at her with the most pleased smile on his face.
“Is something funny?”
“Two things are making me exceedingly happy.” He trailed his fingers along her stomach to her breast.
She leaned up on her elbow and faced him. “What two things?”
Touching her from below her breast to her hip, he skimmed down her leg and up again. “The first is that you are the most magnificent woman in England. You respond like a siren. It is very gratifying to love you.”
While her body called for more of his touch, her cheeks heated. “How can you say such a thing when you have not even taken your pleasure yet?”
“I say it because it is true, Elinor. And I shall never take my pleasure as you call it. We will give and receive pleasure together.”
Her heart exploded with joy. She likely grinned stupidly. “Will you show me how to please you, Michael?”
“You already do please me.”
She cocked her head and looked down his body. His shaft still stood erect between them, and she traced the bulging vein along the side.
He sucked in his breath.
“I think you know what I mean.” She surprised herself with her boldness. In fact, she didn’t recognize this wanton version either.
“What you are doing now is very pleasing.” His breath grew short and fast.
Emboldened by his words and reaction, she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed softly.
He moaned and put his hand over hers, gently moving up and down in a steady rhythm.
His eyes closed and his head lolled back against the pillow.
“Beautiful” was the only way to describe him. Every inch of him, even the broken parts, were stunning, rugged, and made her long to kiss every inch.
He had given her pleasure with his mouth. She leaned down and ran her tongue along his shaft.
His breath was quickening, and he groaned.
Bolder, she traced the tip, sucking him. It was amazing, but he grew harder.
His eyes flew open, and he sat up. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he rolled her over and pinned her beneath him.
“Did I do something wrong, Michael?”
With a short laugh, he devoured her mouth. “Far too right, love. It has been a long time, and I cannot wait any longer for you.”
