Page 71 of A Most Unlikely Lady
I want to feel her legs wrapped around me while she rides me into oblivion.
He could spend the rest of his life staring at her. ‘Touch your breasts, Ivy. Show me what feels good.’
‘I thought I was going to?—’
‘Now,’ he growled, feeling feral with need. But still he watched her for signs of fear.
Her crystal gaze flashed with temper instead.
Good. Push back if you wish. Tell me to leave. Tell me I don’t deserve this moment.
Because Edward was balancing on a razor edge. If he could keep the focus on Ivy, her needs, her pleasure, he could allow himself this moment. But if she made this about him, he would have to stop her. Tell her the truth. Wait for her judgement and inevitably retreat back into isolation. And goddamn it. He wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
Lifting gracefully shaped hands, Ivy tentatively touched her breasts. Her eyes widened with discovery as she toyed with her nipples. When she pinched one between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud until she hissed and curled in on herself, Edward knew he’d passed the point of retreat. Only her request to stop would turn him back now.
‘Come here.’ He reached his hand out and Ivy blinked heavy lids. Lost to her own pleasure, it took a moment before she responded, stepping forward on unsteady feet.
‘Do you still wish to take me in your mouth, or would you rather I suck, nibble, and bite those sweet nipples of yours until you reach another crisis?’
Her lips formed a perfect pout that he was desperate to dismantle with kisses. ‘You’re trying to distract me. I told you what I wanted.’
Unable to resist temptation, Edward bent his head and sucked a perfect nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the puckered flesh, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. She was so responsive, he knew he could make her come just by playing with her breasts. And God, did he want to make her fly apart. To claim her next orgasm as his own.
He pulled back just far enough for his lips to brush over the tightened bud as he spoke. ‘Are you quite certain?’ Blowing cool air on the now wet flesh, Edward savoured Ivy’s lean body shuddering in his arms. A corresponding burn of pleasure coalesced at the base of his spine. He could feel his balls tightening as his cock pulsed again. One stiff wind and he would be jetting his seed.
‘Yes.’ Her answer was the low keen of a woman drowning in desire.
‘Yes, what? Tell me Ivy. What do you want?’
‘I want to take you in my mouth.’
Damnation!
He didn’t want her to do this. This act was focused on his pleasure, not hers, and he wanted tonight to only be about Ivy. But some women also enjoyed sucking a man to completion. Mayhap she was one of those fabled few. It mattered not. Despite Edward’s resolve to ignore his own pleasure for hers, he was no match for her determination.
What man could resist such a request?
Certainly not Edward. Harnessing his frustration against his own weak will, he clenched his jaw and stepped away from her perfect body. Looking around the room, his eyes fell on her pillow. He strode to the bed, grabbed the pillow, returned to Ivy and dropped it on the ground between them. ‘On your knees.’ Maybe she would come to her senses. Tell him to stop. For a woman who experienced trauma in her past, this couldn’t be something she wanted.
But she dropped to her knees in front of him, looking up expectantly. ‘Now what?’
She had never seen a cock before, let alone touched one, and Edward was going to have her sucking him like a courtesan. He was a bastard, but she refused to be swayed. So he would find a way to make this good for her.
Stepping closer, his cock jutted in front of him. Her eyes grew wide, and he thought she would pull back. But instead, she reached out, gripping his hot length in her clever hands.
‘It’s so hard. Is it always this way?’
Edward thought of ice-cold water, spiders in his hair, writing reports, anything to distract him from the bliss of her soft fingers gripping his aching flesh. ‘No. Only when a man is aroused. Ivy, many women don’t enjoy doing this. There are other ways I can find release.’
She leaned forward and before he could force another word from his mouth, she pressed her lips against the sensitive tip of his cock in a chaste kiss. The bead of cum glistening there now painted her lips. Flicking her tongue out to taste his seed, Edward was quite certain his body would explode. She wrinkled her nose, but did not pull away. ‘Tell me what to do.’ Her wide eyes looked at him with total trust.
I won’t last. There is no way I can last. I must last.
‘Suck me into your mouth as deep as you can. If you gag, pull back.’ He took her hand and gripped the root. ‘You can stop whenever you want to, Ivy.’
She refocused on his cock, leaning forward and opening her mouth. Watching her lips stretch over his engorged flesh was the most erotic image Edward had ever seen. When her hot, wet mouth encased him and she tentatively sucked, Edward couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting forward. He tightened his hand around hers, forcing her to grip him hard, and pulling up and down the length of his staff in rough motions. She caught his rhythm, matching her mouth to their hands. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock, hitting a sensitive spot where the head met his shaft. He wasn’t going to last. Pulling free of her, he kept her hand on him as he stroked hard. He couldn’t look away from their joined hands around his steel shaft as the sweet burning joy built to a crescendo. Jets of seed pulsed from him, coating Ivy’s chest and belly, painting her with his essence as pleasure echoed through his body in ever-expanding circles.
Her eyes widened, locked on to his cock, but she didn’t pull free of his grasp and when he released her hand, she kept pumping until he gripped her wrist, stopping her.
