Page 72 of Indecently Employed
She nodded once more.
“You wouldn’t rather we… make love?” His eyebrows lifted at the euphemism, and she felt him shift against her as he removed his final garment with one hand.
Susanna sucked in a shaking breath and shook her head, trying not to glance down at his hard cock, finally freed from the last obstacle of clothing between them.
His hand slid up her bare leg, his grip increasing in pressure until his fingers dug into her rear with a brutal strength. She yelped, and with his other hand he caught hers, jerking it down to feel him.
Susanna nearly lost it then, the wave of excitement practically taking her under. It was hot—so hot, and her entire body quavered as she wrapped her fingers gingerly around it. She felt strangely powerful, that she had brought him to this point—so hard, his erection throbbing.
She sighed, sliding her hand along its length, circling the top with her fingers, the small amount of wetness there making her fingers and the head slick.
And with that, something in his face hardened. Before she knew what was happening, she’d been flipped over, her chest pressed into the sheets as he lifted her bottom into the air. She hadn’t even a moment to protest when she felt two pillows forced underneath her stomach, propping her up in a most indecent position, on her knees, with her legs spread apart, exposing her most intimate area.
She gasped and grabbed at the bed below her, realizing that she would now, at long last, have him just the way she wanted. All her tortured fantasies fell away, and her hazy, late-night thoughts, the ones that came as she hovered between dreams and waking and made her want so badly to touch herself at the mere thought of his smile, finally became real.
Chapter Twenty-Six
With one hand onher waist, he held her in place. With the other, he guided his cock along her pink slit, wet with anticipation. She was perfect. She was his.
She made a little moan as he slid across her clit, then back again. He brought her nearly to completion like that, but the sight of her pert, round bottom jerking upward toward him with every stroke drove him mad. He lost all manner of thinking, forgetting that, for all her eagerness, she was untouched. His heart pounding in his head, Ajax positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward, caring only about his prick and the sweet release that was so near. So aggressively had he moved, he barely felt the hint of resistance her body offered.
She called out in pain and he halted, fury suddenly flooding his veins. How could he have been so reckless? In truth he couldn’t remember ever having been with a virgin. But still, he wasn’t some useless youth. He knew his way about the bedroom, and he should’ve kept his wits about him.
“Darling,” he murmured, covering her back with his body, holding himself up with one hand while stroking her hair withthe other. Words flew about his head, useless platitudes and praise, and he decided against them all, instead placing a line of kisses along her shoulder.
“I—” she drew in a ragged breath, and his heart nearly broke. He should have handled her more gently, should have held back, gone slower.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, and pushed himself back up. But before he could uncouple himself from her, she blew out a sigh and spoke.
“I can’t believe that was all.”
“You’re not in pain?” he asked, surprised.
“Not exactly, not anymore.” She moved, pushing back against him so deliciously that Ajax couldn’t help but groan. His fingers came to rest on her plump rear; he fought to keep his touch light.
“Oh,” she gasped. “A little ache, but…” She cut herself off as her hips rolled backward once more.
“Christ,” he said with a guttural moan, as he allowed his fingers to dig into her, pulling her back onto him… and then again, over and over. The scent of her, the perfume of her hair, the slight tinge of sweat and sex that wove about them intoxicated him, and he nearly lost himself in the moment. But something roused within him, and he leaned forward, sliding one hand underneath her, searching.
She reared back again when he found it, sending a current of pleasure through his limbs. Somehow he managed to keep his composure and maintain a slow, steady circling until her breathing hitched and she moaned his name, low and slow, pushing herself back into him and his hand. And then her breathing came quicker, punctuated by intermittent little gasps. She cried out, and her cunt warmed ever so slightly. It was too much, feeling her finish against him, around him. His hand fell away and he gripped her once more at her hips, then began thrusting into her with a relentless drive.
When he reached his own completion he fell against her, clutching at her lush form, dragging long wet kisses along her neck. Her back was slick with perspiration. Was it his or hers? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that everything was perfect.
He fell onto the bed, then pulled her into his arms. He wanted to remain there forever, holding her just like that. His Susanna.
They lay like that for a time, their breathing slowing and matching one another’s, her head on his chest alongside her hand as it rested over his heart.
Ajax picked it up and placed a kiss on her palm. “You know, I didn’t come here to see the seaside.”
She made a small, satiated sound, as if she were reacting to eating some rich delicacy rather than responding to his attempt at opening a conversation.
“No,” he said slowly, stroking her fingers one by one, fidgeting with the dead weight of her hand. “I came here for one reason. To fuck you.”
She turned her face into his side, snorting as she attempted to hide her amusement.
“You may laugh,” he said, dropping her hand, “but it’s true. I had it all planned out. Sad, lonely, dare I say,spinsterishgoverness, desperate for romance and excitement.” He opened his hand before him, as if he’d just executed a magic trick. “Enter our hero, one debauched and jaded gentleman, in possession of a portion of a boot blacking fortune, determined to whisk our heroine off to Bournemouth, of all places.”
Susanna giggled and rolled over, her hair wild and tangled, her body nude and lovely. His breath caught in his chest. She propped her head up on one hand, watching him with a glint in her eyes that spoke of more than mere lust. His heart sped up.
