Page 71 of A Lady's Lesson in Scandal
‘Are you… I mean to say, I thought you would…’ She wasn’t exactly sure what she thought he would do, but certainly,she expected something similar to the cataclysmic crisis she experienced.
‘I don’t want to spend in your mouth, Millie. Not tonight.’
Her brows drew together as disappointment took hold. ‘Oh. Did I do something wrong?’
Drake repositioned her on his lap, her legs straddling him. His face was tight with strain. ‘You were perfect. Better than my dreams. But I want this to last, and if you kept that up, I wouldn’t be able to wait.’
Millie tried to puzzle out what he wasn’t saying. ‘So, once a man… spends… he can’t do it again?’
Drake’s laughter was more like a wheeze. ‘Not for a bit. But a woman can climax many times. It’s one more way you are superior to us.’ He pressed up with his hips, and she felt the hard length of his cock rubbing through her wet folds.
‘Oh,’ she gasped. The slide of his hot, hard flesh against her sensitive bud was glorious.
‘Did you like that?’
Millie bit her lip. ‘Yes.’
He pressed up again, and she cried out as the blunt head of his cock created silky friction with the cluster of nerves encompassing her world.
He gripped her hips, guiding her as he ground against her wet core once more.
‘Are you ready for me, Millie?’
‘Yes. Please.’
He lifted her hips up and positioned himself at her entrance.
His gaze captured her, swirling with too many emotions to define. ‘Now?’
She bit her lip and nodded.
He pulled her hips down, his cock sliding through her wet channel, stretching her, filling her. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was everything.
When he was fully seated in her, he paused, letting her body adjust to his width and length.
Millie took several deep breaths as her internal muscles slowly melted, making space for his invasion. She twitched her hips, the movement eliciting new sparks of pleasure.
‘That’s it. Ride me, Millie.’ He pulled her back up his cock until the head almost came out, then slid his hands up her ribs to hold her breasts. It was clear the next move was hers to make.
She’d never been more grateful for her skills as a horsewoman. This was something she knew how to do. She sank back down, taking him deeper until he hit a sharp and wondrous point within her.
Millie hissed out a curse and pulled up before slamming back down, harder. Drake kneaded her breasts, his clever fingers rolling her nipples into twin points of sensation that only magnified the pleasure pulsing in her core.
‘Yes. Take your pleasure, Millie.’ Drake’s growl of encouragement was like breath on fire, increasing the inferno.
She tightened her thighs around Drake’s narrow hips and revelled in his throaty cry. Perhaps she couldn’t bring him to completion with her mouth, but she would ride them both into glory.
He caught her rhythm, jolting up with his hips each time she sank harder. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him higher, faster, deeper until, on a cry, they both flew off the edge together.
Millie stretched, caught in the hazy in-between world of sleep and waking. She reached for the solid, hard warmth of Drakeand he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest and surrounding her with his powerful body.
‘I could stay here forever,’ she murmured, her voice rough from the passionate screams he’d inspired.
‘I’m amenable to your suggestion.’ His rumble vibrated through her chest.
She couldn’t lie to herself any longer. She loved Major General Beaufort Drake. She loved him, and she wanted to create a life with him. Together. As equal partners.
Millie needed to tell him. She couldn’t share her body with this man and not also give him her heart, her mind, her secrets. Surely, after such a raw moment of truth between them, he would understand.
