Page 78 of A Most Unlikely Lady
Yes! Exactly. That is precisely where I want you.
Closing her eyes and focusing on the rough rasp of his finger pressing inside her body, Ivy nodded.
Stepping back, he took her hand and led her to the bed. She started to climb up, but he tightened his grip. ‘Wait.’ Letting her hand go, Edward quickly undressed, and Ivy let her gaze wander unheeded over his beautiful body. He climbed onto the bed, moving back so he sat against the headboard. His cock jutted up from the nest of black curls, the tip weeping with a pearly bead that made Ivy’s mouth water. He was like a feast laid out, waiting for her. And she almost lost her nerve. ‘Come here.’
Why is it that his orders make this so much easier?
It was a question for another time. Ivy crawled on the bed totally nude and mostly confident. When she reached him, Edward took her thigh and eased it over his hip.
What is he doing?
She kept her knees tight to his sides because if she widened them, her pelvis would drop, and she risked impaling herself. This wasn’t right. She was supposed to be on the bottom. He would push her legs wide and thrust inside her and Ivy would lay still and let him. But this was nothing like that at all.
‘I’m not sure what…’
Gripping her hips, Edward slowly pulled her down. His cock slipped through her folds, not entering her, but dragging over her clitoris in a silky slide of sensation.
‘Oh. My. Heavens.’
‘Just like that, Ivy. Ride me until you find your rhythm.’
‘Are you not meant to, er… enter me?’ Though the idea of his large appendage fitting inside her body seemed impossible and the rubbing was shockingly pleasant.
‘Not until you’re ready.’
Of course. Not until I’m ready. How the blazes am I supposed to know when I’m ready?
‘Ride me.’
She did as he commanded, shifting her hips, changing the angle until each drag over his steel length grazed along her cluster of nerves. She had always been a good horsewoman, and the motion was not dissimilar. So she posted, cantered, and finally galloped, chasing another climax. So close to the shining pinnacle but not. Quite. There.
Edward’s hands covered her breasts, pinching her nipples in tandem, kneading the delicate flesh until she screamed.
‘Now, Ivy.’ Edward gripped her hips, lifting her and tilting his pelvis until his blunt head pressed into her aching entrance. Slowly, he pulled her down over him, filling her. The sensation of being stretched to bursting overwhelmed her.
He reached a point and paused. ‘I’m sorry.’
Sorry for what? This is glorious.
Gripping her hips, Edward thrust up and sharp pain lanced through her.
‘He will spear you with his prick. You will scream, Ivy. But he won’t stop. He’ll never stop.’
An old panic reawakened. Her father’s insidious whisper filled her mind. Her lungs froze. The pleasure suffusing her body only moments before faded like mist and in its place was suffocating fear.
‘Stop!’
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Edward stopped. He started to lift her off him, but she grabbed his hands, halting him.
‘No. Don’t move.’ She could hear the sob in her words and wanted to disappear. Hide away. Find the darkest shadow and make it her home. She shut her eyes, unable to look at him.
‘I won’t.’ Edward slid his hand up her side over her shoulder to her spine. He ran his fingers up and down in soothing strokes. ‘Look at me, Ivy.’
Squeezing her eyes tighter, she shook her head. Ivy was lost in the darkness.
‘Look at me.’ His soft, deep voice vibrated in her heart.
