Page 89 of Making of a Scandal
He glared at her. “Lower.”
Her smile was coy as she shifted down a few inches, bussing the tip of his nose.
“Lower,” he growled. “Don’t toy with me.”
“Oh,” she purred, her lips a soft whisper over his. “But it’s ever so much fun.”
He raised his head to capture her mouth, delving his tongue in and taking his fill. But, it wasn’t enough. He was burning, his blood heated and rushing straight to his cock. She was here, and his, and he had lived where he might have died. He had to have her, and it couldn’t wait.
“Lower.”
Her eyes flashed as they locked with his, holding his gaze as she worked her way steadily downward. His patience was stretched to its limit as she pressed soft, sweet kisses to his chin, his neck, his chest. He hissed when she lapped at his nipple, gripping her braid in his fist.
“Lower.”
Her eyes flared with shock as she seemed to realize what he wanted, the hard ridge of his cock pressed to her breast as she lay over him, her lovely mouth hovering above his navel.
“You said you’d kiss me better. Well, now there’s another matter more pressing than the wound in my side. I’m dying here, goddess.”
She bit her lip as if anxious in the face of such new territory. Her wide-eyed innocence only made him harder at the prospect of being the one to debauch her.
Then, she was unbuttoning his fall, coming to her knees. He held his breath, his entire body tensing as his cock sprang up, arcing toward her as if with a mind of its own. He opened his mouth to reassure her, to make her understand there was no need to fear, for there was nothing she could do that he wouldn’t like. But, his voice came out on a choked gasp when she lowered her head and gave him the kiss he wanted, tentative but perfect, right on his swollen head.
“Christ,” he muttered. “Yes, Anni … don’t stop.”
Her gaze flicked up to him as she did it again, then again, her tongue creeping out to lap at the bead of wetness seeping from his slit. He groaned, tightening his hold on her hair.
“Do that again.”
She obeyed, growing bolder as she realized how much he liked it. He liked it so much he thought it might kill him.
He cupped her chin, gently prying her lips apart. “Open your mouth. Yes, that’s perfect.”
She let out a shocked sound as he surged his hips, nudging past her lips and pushing against her tongue. It melted into a moan of acceptance, her lips closing around him. Wet warmth enveloped him, the feel of her tongue and the sight of her with her perfect mouth wrapped around his cock unraveling him. He forgot his injury and thrust again, grunting and dropping his head back as a burst of pain flared in his side.
Calliope released him, giving him an admonishing glare. “I won’t continue if you cannot keep still. Assistance from you isn’t necessary.”
“All right,” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut and breathing through the pain, reaching again for the heavenly pleasure. “I’ll be still. Just please … do it again. Suck me with that pretty mouth.”
His entire body went taut as she took him in again, slowly inching her way down to take half his length, then dragging back up again. Holding still proved more of a challenge than he’d thought, but he overcame the urge to push into her mouth and simply lay there, letting her learn him.
She tightened her lips around him, her tongue dragging along his shaft, driving him closer and closer to the brink of release with each pass of her lips. She took him in hand and stroked as she sucked, becoming more playful with her tongue—swirling it around his tip, dragging it up and down his length, dipping it into his slit and sending a powerful jolt through him. Then, she took as much of him as she could, her head bobbing in the rhythm set by the nudge of his hand, the suction of her lips driving him wild.
“God, Anni … that’s it, just like that … no, slow down, I’m going to … fuck!”
He gripped her hair and pulled her off him, chest heaving as he fought back the climax welling in his cods and threatening to spill any second. He succeeded, but just barely, staring down at her in disbelief at how quickly he’d nearly spent down her throat.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked, looking far too delectable with her lips slightly swollen and her eyes glittering. “I wanted you to … I mean, I wouldn’t have minded.”
“Not this time. I need you, Anni … now.”
“But your wound—”
“My injury wouldn’t stop me from fucking you until you screamed, goddess. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll lie here and not move a muscle. As badly as I want to take you, I think this time you’ll have to be the one to take me.”
She frowned, glancing down at his cock, then back at him as understanding dawned. “Oh … I see.”
“Good. Get up here and put me out of my misery.”
