Page 56 of What a Courtesan Wants
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, voice strained from her cries.
He couldn’t seem to get enough, his mouth watering as he surveyed the myriad of places he could kiss and taste her. He took his time moving back up her body, nibbling her belly, licking the undersides of her breasts, biting gently at her nipples. She arched and clawed at him, trying to press her groin against his. The barrier of his breeches did little to shield him from the feel of her, hot and wet and straining.
She tore at his shirt buttons, yanked his tails free of his breeches, and then began wrestling the garment off over his head, panting with desperation. He allowed it, but then captured her hands before she could touch him, knowing he could not bear to have her hands on him just now. If she touched him, he would drive into her in a mindless fit, hard and fast. This night, this moment, demanded he take his time and cherish her, deny himself until he’d driven her nearly mad with the pleasure of it. She was his now, which meant he had all the time in the world in which to savor her.
Gathering both her wrists in one hand, he pinned them over her head, stretching her arms taut. The position offered her breasts up to him, and he lowered his head with a desperate groan, sucking and biting, trying to take as much of her into his mouth as he could. Her thighs clenched on either side of him as she pulled against his hold on her wrists. He kept her trapped beneath him, tasting her breasts, her throat, her chin, her lips.
“Aubrey,” she pleaded between kisses. “Take me … please.”
The sound of her begging only made him want to torment her more, even as his cock urged him to give in. He fumbled at his breeches, ripping one button loose in his haste. His cock fell free, landing squarely into the seam of her mons. The heat of her seared him, her wetness smearing him in a teasing glide.
“Lucy … fucking hell,Lucy…”
“Yes,” she mewled, arching and pressing against him, rubbing herself against his throbbing cock. “Yes, Aubrey … take me, I need you.”
“No,” he growled, resisting the call of her slick channel in favor of stroking against her, pressing his head against the swollen target of her clit. “Not yet.”
She twisted and writhed beneath him, but Aubrey never let up, dropping his head to watch the ebb and flow of their flesh moving together, his swollen head appearing from within the nest of her curls with every thrust of his hips. He was soaked in her now, the glide and ripple of hard against soft creating the perfect pressure and friction. His chest burned from how difficult it became to draw breath, tremors wracking him as he fought to keep from entering her until the last possible moment.
When she threw her head back and signaled her third orgasm with a strangled moan, still he held back. He waited, rocking steadily against her until her climax hit a crescendo and then began to die away. As the last flutters faded, he drew back and drove deep, giving her every inch of him with a single thrust. She was beyond thanking him now, mindless with the pleasure that consumed her.
He released her wrists as she enveloped him, hot, wet, and still throbbing with aftershocks of her climax. For a moment, he could only rest inside of her, hands clenching tight to her hips and holding her against him. She began to squirm, huffing with frustration and whispering to him, “Aubrey, please.”
Gritting his teeth, he drew out of her slowly, the loss of that gripping wetness tearing a ragged sound of desperation from within him. But then, he had only to snap his hips to find paradise again, the resounding impact of his flesh against her flesh sending ripples of perfect bliss through him. He took her with slow, hard thrusts, driving as deep into her as he possibly could. She gripped his forearms and held on for dear life, staring up into his eyes and biting her lip around cries of ecstasy.
Then, she was giving him another climax, a desperate wail wrenching from her as the pounding waves of it rippled along his cock, her sheath tightening around him like a vise and holding him deep. He stared down at her in speechless wonder, marveling at the way she could be coaxed toward ecstasy again and again once the first climax had been achieved, the others following like the crashing waves of a waterfall over the edge of a cliff.
“I can’t …” she whispered, her voice hoarse and her body sagging, even as she went on reacting to his slow and deep thrusts, her cunt still pulling and clenching at him as if begging for more. “It is too much, I can’t … oh!”
“You can,” he ground out, tasting the nearness of his own culmination as he began to quicken his pace, desperate to take her with him when he finally allowed himself blessed release. “You can and you will … once more, Lucy.”
He clamped his lips over hers to muffle her screams, as well as his own bellow as she came off first, dragging her nails down his back and sending him over the edge. His climax ripped from him violently, his entire body going taut, and tremors overwhelming him from head to toe as he braced himself over her and released. His belly clenched, his toes curled, and he was fairly certain his vision went completely black for a moment.
When he came to, he had fallen limp atop her, face buried in the crook of her neck, one hand fisted in her hair. She lay as still as death, making no attempt to get out from under his bulk. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples tickling his chest as she fought for breath, the harsh sounds mingling with his own.
Gathering what remained of his strength, Aubrey rolled from on top of her, resting on his back and pulling her to him. She came with slow, ungainly movements, draping her body over his. They lay that way for a long while, Lucinda toying with the springy curls on his chest, Aubrey running his fingers through her silken locks.
After a moment, she peered up at him with a languid smile, her eyelids heavy with fatigue.
“Do you think it will always be this way between us? Will you still want me so much one year from now?”
He watched as she sat up, giving him a glimpse of her succulent nipples. His cock twitched, and she gazed down at it with a shocked gasp.
“Without question,” he replied, raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward the insatiable organ with his chin.
“Five years?”
“Of course.”
“Ten?”
He propped himself up, already sporting half a cockstand as she climbed over him, parting her legs to straddle his hips.
“For as long as I live, I don’t think I could ever look at you without wanting you as much as I do right now. And if you keep asking me such questions, I’m going to have to spend the rest of the night proving it to you. Seems my prick is certainly up for such a challenge. He’s become a voracious beast.”
She groaned, dropping her head to rest against his shoulder. “I don’t think I can take anymore.”
“It is too late,” he argued, keeping his tone perfectly reasonable, yet firm. “All this talk of wanting and having you forever has him very excited. You roused him, so you put him back to sleep.”
