Page 80 of A Little Bit Dangerous
“What about my stockings?”
“Keep them on. A prim governess would never undress completely.” She was by no means prudish. She was passionate and kind and the most beautiful person he’d ever known. “Although what we’re about to do is most definitely wicked.”
His cock wept as she climbed on top of him and gave him a perfect view of her bouncing breasts. But he’d need to temper his lust if he was to make her come three times tonight. And he was keen to prove a man could keep his word.
Isabella straddled his thighs, trying to avoid sitting on his throbbing erection. “Where do you want me?”
Everywhere, love.
He beckoned her forward. “Move higher.”
“Higher?”
He smiled. “Yes, until you’re straddling my face.” He gripped her waist, encouraging her to scoot forward until his head was between her thighs. “Hold on to the headboard.”
“But I can’t see you.”
“After the first few seconds, you won’t care. Besides, we’ve the whole night at our disposal. When I enter you, you can watch me then.”
As predicted the first few swipes of his tongue left her panting.
“You control the pressure, love. Take what you want.”
She soon overcame any embarrassment, learning to roll her hips in time with the rapid strokes of his tongue. Her release came quickly. She shuddered against his mouth and cried his name through every ragged breath.
He didn’t wait for the ripples of pleasure to subside. “Take me inside you, Isabella. Watch me when you do.”
A little shaky, she moved to straddle his hips. She was so wet he buried himself deep in one slick movement.
They stilled.
Stared at each other.
Feelings he couldn’t control rose to the fore, a level of arousal he’d never felt, a powerful rush of affection unlike anything he’d known.
I’m in love with you.
The words entered his head as she placed her dainty hands on his chest, her thumbs stroking his nipples. She shook the lustrous dark curls off her face, her mouth curling into a warm smile.
I’m so in love with you it hurts.
She was so damn beautiful. Like a timeless piece of art.
“Ride me, love. Every inch is yours.”
She rose up on her knees as he guided her, her eyes fluttering closed as she sank slowly down, sheathing him. “Oh, Christian!”
Lord have mercy!
He watched her, drinking in the sight of her luscious breasts and dark pink nipples. She hugged his cock like she had no intention of ever leaving. Her nails dug into his chest, marking him her property.
He should lie back and enjoy the erotic play. But despite being joined in the most intimate manner, he needed to deepen their connection.
“Hold me while I move.” While buried inside her, he sat up and gathered her close. “Wrap your legs around me.” In this position, they could kiss and stare into each other’s eyes.
The slow grinding heightened the intimacy. They kissed, drank deeply, their bodies growing as hot as the gazes passing between them.
“You feel so good, love. Is this what you wanted?”
