Page 37 of Misrule
“Are you going to join me, Knox?”
Join her. Yes. It wasn’t often they bathed together. Knox found it extremely uncomfortable in the standard-sized bathtub, but he wouldn’t deny her, especially since he was so grimy and sweaty.
Fixating his gaze on her, he stripped. The hungry stare she gave his hard cock pulled a smile from him. Proud of his mighty package, he strolled forward.
“Scoot up,” he instructed.
She did, slow and methodical, her every move temptation. Sin. Need. From the sensuous glide and small moan that suggested she’d teased her clit, to her searing look, and the way she cocked her head to the side to reveal the tenderness of her damp neck.
Knox slid in behind her and she leaned back, settling her soft body against his. She ignored the water sloshing on the floor, so he did too, and instead, wrapped his arms around her. She stroked his knee, and he forgot the discomfort he had because he was unable to extend his legs completely.
“I’ve missed you,” he told her.
“I’ve missed you too, Knox.”
He skimmed his hand along her breast, then tweaked her nipple. Some feeling had returned since her mastectomy and breast reconstruction. But he didn’t linger.
“You went through a lot of trouble,” he told her, caressing her belly as he slid his hand lower.
“I just found out about it tonight,” she admitted.
He fingered the top of her mound, before finding her clit.
“Knox,” she whispered, her little cry setting his entire body on fire.
“What do you mean you just found out about it tonight?” he demanded, between raining kisses on her sweet neck.
She shivered. “They were not sure they’d have anyone to help pull this off.”
He inserted two fingers into her, intoxicated and surprised by her dewiness, and continued to thumb her clit. She jerked up. He wanted to know what she meant, but more than anything he wanted to make her come. Forgetting the conversation for now, he roared to his feet, stooped and lifted her into his arms, then sloshed to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
She laughed, a full, throaty sound that elicited a chuckle from him. Masculine satisfaction filled him. He positioned her knees on her chest, exposing her pussy to him. Keeping a tight hold on her ankles, he speared his tongue inside of her, darting in and out of her, encouraged by her moans.
Intoxicated by her scent and her taste, he licked her seam, found her clit, and released her ankles with reluctance. Using his fingers to open her delicate pussy lips, he laved back and forth. Her groans grew louder. Gripping his hair, she grinded against his mouth. He hastened the speed of his tongue, increasing the pressure against her clit.
“Let’s come together, baby,” she breathed, as if that was the last thing she wanted to do.
He blew on her clit, stole another lick. “No—”
But she was already scooting up, moving to the side to make room for him. He laid next to her and pulled her into his arms, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, sweeping against hers.
“Knox,” she whispered.
He tangled his fingers through her hair. “I’m here, Roxanne. I love you. I’m so glad to have you as mine. To feel you in my arms again.”
“I love you too, Knox. I can’t wait until I’m your wife.”
She kissed him sweetly, this private, vulnerable side of her in direct contrast to the tough woman she presented to the world. Not that she wasn’t a firecracker when they were alone. In bed, though, where their souls were laid bare and their bodies exposed, she opened herself to him and gave to him. The intimacy he found in her arms extended beyond the physical.
He met her gaze and her light brown depths consumed him, threatened to overwhelm him. She offered him a little cat’s smile, the kind that drove him insane.
Kissing him again, she sat up and straddled his thighs, bent and began planting kisses on his chest. She twirled her tongue around his nipple, trailed her lips to his heart, his side, his hip. His nerve endings blazed, set his blood on fire. Overcome with sensation, he shivered.
Her mouth teased his manscape, semi-circled around his cock and licked his balls. She fisted his dick head, stroked along the length, and gently suckled his nut sac.
Finally, she slurped his cock into her warm mouth. He released a strangled groan. As she sucked his dick, she wrapped her hand around the inches that couldn’t fit into her mouth and squeezed, massaged, jerked.
Suddenly, her mouth and hand left him. Climbing on top of him, she took him inside of her, inch-by-inch, shivering, meowling, and frustrating him. Unable to bear any more, he grabbed her luscious ass and thrusted up, burying himself to the hilt.
