Page 35 of Taming of the Rake
What sorcery was this? The man had battered his way through her defenses already, and he wasn’t even inside her yet, had barely touched any of her most intimate places. It was coming, she could feel it in the slow, excruciating build of his kisses, growing more wicked by the second as he found a tender hollow behind her ear. She would never again be able to dab perfume there without thinking of his tongue, his breath teasing her toward this state of squirming, desperate arousal. He bent her back to lie on the bed with her legs dangling over the side, hands tangling in her hair as he aimed his mouth at hers. She met him with a desperate moan, lips already parted to accept the invasion of his tongue.
This kiss wasn’t like the sweet one they had shared last night, navigated with caution. This was wrought fiery with need on both their parts, and Regina pushed her tongue against his with artless fervor. Her senses were so starved for taste and touch, she would have done anything—allowed him to do anything to her—to feed such ravenous desire. It was as if another person had inhabited her body; or perhaps, this was who she’d been all along. The part of her that had nearly been smothered to death by her vicious husband was emerging, tasting light and air and freedom for the first time … and it liked what David was doing to her very, very much.
“You see?” he mumbled between light, playful nibbles at her lower lip. “I told you there was nothing wrong with you. You’re coming alive in my hands. Open your eyes and look … watch me …”
Regina forced her heavy eyelids up just in time to see his dark olive hand cupping the pale curve of her breast. She gasped when he circled his thumb over her nipple, a shockwave rippling through her. He palmed the other, gently kneading and lifting them, eyes flashing up at her with swirls of blue fire as he parted his lips over one yearning nipple. The tip of his tongue flicked at the pink bud, making it tingle and tighten to a painful point. He did it again, the lick swift and soft, but somehow melting her limbs. She shuddered as he went on lapping at her, his tongue strokes growing stronger. He circled the edge of her aureole, then closed his mouth over it, making Regina writhe and twist beneath him as the pleasure almost became too much to bear. He sucked at her with increasing force, each pull of his lips darting sensation straight between her legs.
It made no sense. He wasn’t even touching her there, yet that bundle of nerves between her lower lips pulsed and throbbed as if he did. The sensation grew more unbearable as he moved his attentions to her other breast. There was no easing her in as he had with the first nipple. He attacked, moaning around the taut bud. His thumb and forefinger played with the other, leaving Regina feeling as if she were being pulled taut between two very different worlds—one in which his strong, nimble fingers twisted and pinched, and another in which the wet heat of his mouth drove her wild. The pulsing between her legs grew stronger, telltale flutters hinting at a release hanging just out of her reach.
“David,” she whispered hoarsely, shock rippling through her as she realized what was happening. “David?”
His only response was an incomprehensible murmur, deep and throaty and sending another flash of aching delight through her. Then, he pinched at her left nipple at the same moment his teeth clenched around the right, and she spiraled. Her thighs clenched tight and her back arched, and the little spasms grew in strength, producing a flood of heat and wetness from deep in her core. Regina tried and failed to muffle her stunned exclamations as he teased her until she broke apart, going limp and breathless beneath him. David’s gaze never left her, even as he released her nipple from his mouth, wet and red and glistening.
“Did I just … but I couldn’t have!” she managed, in startled disbelief.
He chuckled, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of her breast. “You did, and you will again before we are finished. I don’t have to be inside you to make you come, my dear. You have been starved for this, aching for it. It’s no wonder you respond so beautifully to my touch.”
She reached out to cup his jaw, awe widening her eyes. “More, please. I need more.”
“Yes … yes, you do.”
David’s mouth was traveling again, traversing the expanse of her belly, this time on a downward trajectory, his eyes still holding her captive. She trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but used the last of her strength to prop herself up on her elbows. He wanted her to watch, and despite the niggling in the back of her mind telling Regina this was unseemly, she could not look away. She wanted to see him explore those parts of herself she had stroked in the bath, wanted to know what he was capable of.
A soft whimper of distress emitted from her as he spread her knees, going off the edge of the bed to crouch on the floor. The insides of her thighs were glistening, smeared with the evidence of her climax. She’d never been this wet, not even when he prepared her to take his cock. It was mortifying. It was hypnotizing.
“Christ,” he growled. “So wet already.”
His gaze was now rapt upon the juncture of her thighs and the thatch of red curls, his lips parting as he dipped his head.
“David … what …”
“I know what you’re thinking,” he purred. “Yes, I am going to taste you. No, it isn’t decent. No, I don’t give a damn if it is … and you will not either.”
Yet again he robbed her of words and breath when he darted his tongue at her, swirled it at her entrance and then pressed it inside.
“David!”
His lips were pressed against her, his teeth lightly rasping that yearning, pulsing bud at the heart of her. David’s grip tightened on her thighs, spreading her scandalously wide, exposing every bit of her to his lascivious gaze and wicked mouth. His tongue reached into her, invading her with velvet wetness and foreign heat. She had never felt anything more wickedly decadent … until he moved upward, licking along the delicate folds of her cunny. Then, as his tongue pressed against the swollen, throbbing nub, she experienced true ecstasy. This man wasn’t a god or an angel; he was something far more sinful yet just as otherworldly. No heavenly being could ever be capable of something so lewd, so obscene. So perfect.
“The taste of you,” he groaned between licks, depraved hunger wrapped around every word. “So delectable … glorious … God, Regina …”
Her response came on a wild and wanton cry as he flattened his tongue against her, rubbing and abrading the tender bud with a precision that had her seeing stars in the periphery of her vision. In the midst of it all was David, using his fingers to spread her and expose the part of her he’d been teasing with his tongue. And then … God, help her, he latched onto it with his lips and sucked. His cheeks hollowed and his tongue worked her with slow, tormenting circles, and Regina thought her soul might fly free of her body. He held a hand over her belly as if he knew—could sense her about to fall apart and be propelled straight up into the heavens.
David spoke to her without words, the sounds he made against her wet, tender flesh arousing as well as reassuring—letting her know she was safe to fall apart, that he would catch her when she fell. She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, nor could she quiet the sounds of bliss spilling from her parted lips as her womb seized and twisted, her inner channel clenching and rippling with waves of explosive pleasure. Her hands clawed for purchase, landing on his head, tangling in his hair and holding fast as her entire world splintered like shards of broken glass. Her first climax was a mere shadow, eclipsed by the magnificence of this one. It tore through her with the force of a raging storm, stiffening her limbs until they ached, and curling her toes.
The sudden plunge of two fingers inside her intensified the flagging orgasms with fresh waves of renewed exhilaration. He shot to his feet and leaned over her, his fingers thrusting in a swift, steady rhythm as his mouth fastened over hers. She squeezed and clenched around his invasion, and shared in the surprising taste of her own essence lingering on his lips and tongue. She should be ashamed, embarrassed by her wantonness. Instead she felt liberated and set free, at one with him and herself, with the feel of his fingers pressing against some elusive part of her and the slick, piquant flavor of her own juices.
David licked and sucked on her lips as if chasing the dregs of her. A twist of his fingers had Regina spiraling again, clawing at him like a madwoman as yet another climax seized her in its grip.
Regina’s world went dark and she sank, going limp and weak beneath him. She faintly registered the soft kisses David pressed against her mouth, her cheek, her ear. His murmured words came at her as if through water, comforting and compassionate—telling her how lovely she was, how much he wanted her, that she was safe with him.
“David.” Her voice cracked on the utterance of his name, and she realized for the first time that she’d begun to weep. “David.”
Soft fingers banished the tears from her cheeks, tracked affectionately along her face, stroked her hair. “It’s all right. Whatever you feel right now … don’t hold it back. I’m here. Let yourself go.”
The need for closeness overwhelmed her in an unforeseen rush, and Regina wrapped her arms around him, burrowing her face in his neck. His scent was tangled with hers now, a harmonious duet of sandalwood and flowers, masculine musk and feminine arousal. She registered the heavy weight of his cock against her thigh, a steady pulse thrumming insistently through it.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, nuzzling into the soft, springy hairs of his chest. “I want the rest. I need to know how it should be. I need you.”
