Page 66 of A Lady of Means
She was bared to him in nothing but her stockings.She felt the need to cover herself, to cover the marks at her waist where her skin had stretched to carry her little girl who’d never got to live.
Reminders of a loss she’d tried to hide.But his mouth found them.He left kisses like tributes on those marks.
“Beautiful,” he said, meeting her eyes.
Moria trailed a hand down the inked flesh of his abdomen, then down his spine, her hands finding the places he’d inked over his own scars the way she’d covered her own with silk.
“Beautiful,” she returned.
He sat on his haunches, taking one of her slender legs in his hands.He slowly peeled away her stocking, placing kisses up her calves and thighs.He peeled the other stocking on her opposite leg, wrapping it around his waist.His fingers found her sex between them.
“You’re so wet for me,” he ground out, his fingers stretching her.
“I have been since that willow tree,” she said, bringing his cock to her entrance.Giving his words back to him that he’d said when he had proposed.
“You’re sure you want this?”
She crashed her lips to his, searing him with her kiss.“I want this.”
“Sayplease,” he pulled on a long strand of blonde hair, pulling her head back from his lips.
“You first,” she said, squeezing the tight round globe of his arse.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
The moonlight through the window lit the profile of his handsome face as he licked down to her breast.She took his cock and rolled a French letter onto him, and pushed it inside of her.She widened her legs.Her heels squeezed into the muscled divots of his back just above his backside.He pulled out, thrust into her again.She felt her muscles constrict to make room, to seize around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said, ramming into her.
“Again,” she whimpered as she dragged her nails down his back.
He slid into her, harder this time.The friction of his body sliding against hers made her skin start to sweat, contrasting with the coolness of her silk sheets beneath them.She dug her heels in deeper, squeezing his ass again.
“You’re perfect.Do that again, Moria.”
She bit him on the shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.He groaned.He drove deeper this time, rolling his hips and conducting hers.
“Harder,” she ground out, panting.
He slammed into her to the hilt.She held onto him, clinging to keep him there.The pressure she had been searching and longing for built at the base of her spine.He cried out, she held on.
She felt his legs quaking above her, he was close too.She wasn’t ready to let go.She wasn’t ready to let go of him now, not ever.Moria held onto him, kissing him, and then turned him so that he was beneath her.He hadn’t let go.He was still inside her.
“Fuck,” he said, gripping her hips.“You’re unexpected.”
He kissed her with drugging sips and flicks of his tongue in her mouth.She slid hers into his, rolling her hips.She liked the look of him beneath her, flushed and glistening and half spent with her sweat on his skin.She tilted her head back, clutching his chest.One of his hands was palming her breast, the other pulling and twining the tips of her long blonde hair in his inked fingers.
“Let go,” he said, adding a finger to her folds.“I want to see you come for me.”
“Come,” she writhed, “with” another buck of her hips, “me.”She slammed down at the same time he drove further into her.
She pulled his mouth into her own at the very moment they both cried out.She swallowed his cry into her mouth, giving him her own.He kept moving, riding out her release with his lip tucked between her teeth and his finger still on her bud.
“That’s it, take what you need,” he panted.
Suddenly she was hot, a white-hot star streaking across a starry sky, taking him with her.Every part of her was filled, molten and sated.Her legs quaked and her shoulders slumped.She fell with a sigh against Devyn’s wide, firm chest.
She rolled off him, laying beside him to kick a leg over his hip.He rolled over her, kissing both of her breasts, and then her abdomen.
