Page 13 of Tempting the Bluestocking
She smiled, and it nearly knocked the air from his lungs with its vivacity. “If Clare engages in intercourse with a man she feels strong desire toward, then she is likely to find the experience more than satisfactory.”
Taking her into his arms, he began carrying her toward the sofa facing the hearth.
“Conclusion to be determined,” he murmured before taking her mouth in a deep kiss.
Chapter 5
Clare felt as if she’d just fallen into some sort of dream as Edward carried her to the sofa without breaking their heated kiss. Thismustbe a dream if she could be in the arms of a man feeling as if she would die if he didn’t take her then and there. She hadneverexperienced such desperate need before, and had never thought she would. The sensations were all completely foreign to her—the tension winding tight as a spring deep within her, the dizziness making her feel as if she couldn’t stand on her own two feet, the slow cadence of desire taking up an incessant throb in the vicinity of her cunt. But, rather than run from those feelings as she had during their first kiss, she leaned into them, reveled in them, allowed them to carry her away like the sweeping current of a river.
After all, Edward had appealed to her in a way no one ever had. He hadn’t tried to tell her how she ought to feel or what she should want. Instead, he’d shown her all the reasons she ought to give in and enjoy this, all the reasons it would prove to be everything her aunt had promised. And he’d done it with talk of science. He’d used words like hypothesis, variable, and scholarly, whispering them in her ear like the most sensual words ever created.
It had worked like a charm, and now she was clinging to him with her arms and legs as he lowered them to the sofa, arranging her so that she straddled his thighs. Taking hold of the neckline of her bodice, he jerked it down and let her pull her arms free of the sleeves, leaving the garment bunched around her waist. Their fingers met and intertwined at the laces of her stays, but her hands shook too badly to manage it so she allowed him to take over. He worked with swift, deft movements to unlace her and toss the undergarment aside.
Then, bracing his hands against her back, he lunged and fit his mouth against one breast. She gasped and let her head fall back, closing her eyes as he sucked her through the fabric of her chemise. The bud hardened against his tongue, and each suckling pull of his mouth strengthened the pulsations between her legs.
He jerked down the chemise before kissing his way to the other breast. The stroke of his tongue sent a keening cry flying from her lips in startled shock. It was amazing what a difference the absence of a bit of fabric could make. The pleasure seemed magnified with no barriers between them, the rough, hot rasp of his tongue making her feel as if she’d splinter into a thousand pieces.
She writhed in his lap, creating the most delicious friction between them. The fit of his cock against her mons struck her as being stunningly perfect, each movement making her burn hotter and hotter. They worked together to free her from the chemise, a feat that took longer than it should have with Edward refusing to take his mouth off her breast and her inability to sit still. Finally, it fell free of her arms to bare her from the waist up, her clothing falling around her hips like the petals of a white Madonna lily.
He gripped her hips and held her tighter against him, increasing the pressure that made bright spots of light explode within her field of vision. His mouth traveled upward from her breasts, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along her chest and neck, his tongue flicking at the line of her jaw.
His heavy breaths fanned against the damp spots left by his lips and tongue, each one like a caress all their own. He moved against her, his rhythm a perfect counterpoint to the artless undulations of her hips. The pressure building within her seemed to reach its zenith, culminating with such force that it stole the air from her lungs. Her lips parted on a breathless cry, and she held on to his shoulders, her back arching and her thighs shuddering as exhilarating waves of euphoria rippled through her.
Edward rested his head against her breast and held her tight, slowing the motions of his hips as the little storm within her reached its peak, then abated with gentle tremors that shook her from head to toe.
Falling limp against him, she closed her eyes and drew in deep breaths. She let out a huff of disbelief, unable to believe the speed and intensity of what had just happened.
“Did I just…”
“Spend,” Edward murmured between lazy flicks of his tongue against her nipple. “Yes, you did. Most gloriously, I might add.”
Sitting up straight, she glanced down to find him watching her with some amusement, and quite a bit of unquenched desire.
“I can’t believe that happened when you…you weren’t even inside me yet.”
The boyish grin that crossed his face affected her almost as much as his use of the word ‘variable’. “There’s far more to this than me being inside you. For instance…”
She held her breath as he began delving beneath her skirts, his hands stroking up her legs and over the edges of her stockings. The tickle of his fingers against the inside of one thigh made her shiver, the brush of them against her curls turning it into a shudder. She bit her lip and groaned when his touch found her hidden flesh, gliding over the wet folds until he found the throbbing bud of her clitoris. He stroked it with slow, gentle circles—which proved almost more than she could bear after her recent climax.
He began kissing her again, nibbling his way from her neck to her lips. She remained all too aware of the rigid organ pressing against the inside of her thigh, the urgency of it a reminder of what would come next. Where she’d once been uninterested in anything having to do with a man’s cock, she now found herself desperate for Edward’s.
“When I get you undressed and in a bed, I’ll spread you out and have a proper taste,” he murmured, slipping one finger into her channel and using his thumb to pick up the slow circling motions. “Then you’ll know what it’s like to come against my tongue.”
She moaned, moving against his hand in a silent plea for more. The invasion of that one finger felt like too much, yet not enough at the same time. Without breaking his stride, he used his free hand to take hold of one of hers.
“Give me a hand, CeCe,” he rasped, guiding her into the folds of her gown and petticoats and pressing her palm against his fall.
She fumbled at his buttons, her fingers colliding with his periodically as his finger and thumb went on stroking her to the point of madness. Frustration and desire tangled within her until she could hardly tell one from the other as she did her best to free him without the benefit of sight. That she couldn’t see what either of them were doing seemed to heighten the experience, enhancing the feel of him touching her and the heat and hardness of the organ that fell into her palm. She didn’t need to see his cock to remember the sight of it from yesterday, hard and jutting out from his body in an impressive display. He let his head fall against the back of the couch and growled, thrusting into her palm as she explored him, her fingers gliding up his shaft and her thumb stroking over the broad head. Wetness smeared her fingers, drawn from him as easily as his touch drew moisture from deep within her.
She emitted an annoyed sigh when his fingers fell away from her, but he only smiled while moving her hand away to take over with his cock. Her disappointment melted into anticipation as he fit the tip against her opening, pushing slowly into her.
Her breath caught in her throat as he began to enter her, his thick cock stretching her with a sharp sting. The discomfort was nothing like she’d experienced her first time, her wetness slicking the way until he’d given her half his length. He took hold of her hips and lifted her before propelling her back down while simultaneously thrusting upward. He filled her to the hilt, pressing his mouth to hers and muffling her startled cry. Her stiffened body went pliant as her channel eased around him, the pulsations taking up a slow rhythm within her once more.
She gave in to the urge to move, taking up the same rhythm she had when pressed against him. Only this time, the pleasure of it was far greater than before, sending deep twinges of ecstasy rippling through her entire being.
“Oh,” she whispered, eyes going wide as she met Edwards gaze. “Oh, my God.”
He urged her to keep moving, his jaw tight as he met each of her downward motions with thrusts of his hips.
