Page 56 of A Translation of Desire
He smiled, confused. “My thighs?”
She flushed. “Yes, they are tempting.”
“Are they?” he asked, stepping closer to her.
She ran the back of her hand up the front of his leg, and his cock thumped, needing those fingers wrapped around it. Her eyes darted to the hard appendage, and she slid a finger down its length. Swirling it around the weeping tip. Rose pulled her hand away and sucked her finger, tasting him. Augustus thought he might combust.
“I saw a drawing on a piece of parchment of a lady with her mouth wrapped around the man’s shaft. I want to try that. Would you allow me?”
Augustus closed his eyes, desire rushing through him. “Rose—”
She scooted off the bed and dropped to her knees, looking up at him. “Just one taste, Augustus.”
Her mouth slid along his cock, and ecstasy coursed through him. His hands instinctively threaded through the brownish-red curls on her head, guiding her motions as her wet lips slid over him repeatedly. His cock wanted more. His hips rocked, pushing farther into her mouth. Augustus was going to spend himself. As much as his entire body screamed for it, he stopped her. Gently, he pulled her to her feet.
She wiped her mouth. “Did you not enjoy that?”
“It was more than enjoyable. Watching your mouth move along the length of my cock was my sweetest agony.”
Rose beamed at him, openly ogling him. She seemed at ease with their nakedness. Of course, she wouldn’t be worried aboutsuch a thing. His fingertips swirled over her belly, teasing her. “I’m going to make you come apart before we do anything else.”
Her brows drew together. “What about you?”
“Will get there, love,” he said. God, he wanted to be inside this woman. His hands shook with the need.
Augustus kissed her, walking them back until they fell onto the bed. He scooted them up and rolled to his side, gazing down at her. He ran his hands up and down her slowly. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
She nodded, and he smiled. “That is what I love about you, Rose. Always so honest.”
“Aren’t most ladies?”
He shrugged and kissed her. “Open your legs for me.”
She did as he asked, and one of his hands slid down her stomach, lazily teasing her. She shimmied up, trying to get him to move faster, causing him to chuckle. She shot him a dark yet lustful look. Obliging her, he moved two of his fingers into her thatch of curls and then her quim. He slid them in and out, enjoying the euphoric expressions that flitted across her face. She moaned. Her hands bucked against his fingers.
“I love watching you like this, Rose. All open and pleading for my touch,” he crooned.
She tilted her head back and moaned louder. Instead of sliding his fingers back in, he teased her sensitive feminine nub, applying firm pressure. Her body arched. “Augustus, please.”
He kissed her deeply as his fingers kept her on the edge of coming undone. Her lower body flexed faster against his hand, and he ran his mouth along her neck. “I’m going to make you climax, and then I’m going to slide my cock in you, making you mine. This may not be forever, but you, Rose Calvert, will always be mine.”
His words should have come off as deranged to both of them, but they didn’t. She simply nodded over and over again.Then, her body arched one more time, and she let out a guttural moan. Her form collapsed against the bed, and he grinned in satisfaction, enjoying the view of a spent Rose.
Her breasts heaved up and down as she huffed. Her slender legs were still sprawled open, tempting him. But it was the way she stared up at him that made her breathtaking. Her face was filled with bliss and adoration. Rose Calvert, like this, was a sight to behold—a goddess. Augustus knew he was screwed because he wasn’t sure he would survive letting this woman go after all of this. She pulled him down and pressed her lips to his. He groaned, breaking the kiss.
“Augustus, I want you in me,” Rose whispered against his ear.
“Rose—”
She shook her head. “Please, let us have this together. We may not have forever, but this can be ours.”
There it was, the reality that they wouldn’t have more than this. He’d forgotten that momentarily and hated that her words were true. As a gentleman, he should say no, but as a man who wanted to be permanently seared to this woman’s being, he couldn’t resist.
He slid up her body, and she opened her legs wider, allowing more room for him. His cock pressed up against the opening of her quim, and he groaned. With one thrust, he would be in her, but he paused, looking down at her. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
Rose shook her head. “It won’t. I trust you.”
He slid into her, and she flinched, staying him. They lay there, both breathing heavily. He scattered light kisses across her face. Finally, she shifted under him, urging him to move. His hard cock pulsated in her, demanding more. He pulled out and slowly slid back in. Rose moaned and arched up.
