Page 35 of A Gentleman Never Surrenders
“It’s time we got better acquainted with each other,” he murmured with a wry chuckle before he lifted the chemise up and off her. Milly gasped, arms coming up to cover her breasts, but he caught her wrists and gently trapped them above her head while he nibbled a path to her breasts. He suckled each sensitive nipple until the small buds pebbled against his tongue. She panted beneath him, her sighs and moans of encouragement showing him what she enjoyed the most. He wanted to teach all of the delights to be had between a man and a woman.
Owen worked his way down her body, nipping and licking the curves of her breasts, the slightly rounded belly, and down to her mound.
“Owen, you can’t!” Milly protested, but as he settled between her thighs, he saw excitement and fear flash through her eyes.
“Don’t fear me. There will only be pleasure between us.” He parted her womanly folds and licked her. Milly’s hips jerked wildly as she nearly came up off the bed. The strangled little cry of pleasure made him chuckle. She was learning to respond to him without thought, to let her barriers down.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured, and then continued to lick her, flicking his tongue inside her and swirling it in patterns. He braced himself on one arm and gently inserted one finger into her sheath, while he teased the little pearl peeping out from her folds. That was all it took to send her flying off the edge in a cry. She put her fist in her mouth to muffle the sound. Someday he’d teach her that she didn’t have to silence her sounds of pleasure. Someday.
He crawled back up her body, feeling like a veritable god of ecstasy. She lay panting and gasping for breath beneath him, her lashes fluttering wildly.
“Want to try something different?” he asked.
“Different?” Her lips quivered as she still continued to breathe hard.
“Mmm.” He dropped his head to kiss her neck and then bit down on her shoulder.
“Oh, that feels…nice,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as she dragged him closer. He positioned himself above her and sank inside. They shared a soft sigh of fulfillment as their bodies fully connected. But he didn’t wait for her to move; he rolled their joined bodies so she lay atop him. She gripped his shoulders, staring down at him in shock.
“Me on top?” she asked, genuine surprise on her face. “Is this…acceptable?”
Owen lifted her hips, withdrawing, then jerked her back down, impaling her on his cock. She made a little whimper and smiled in a heated daze.
“It’s acceptable, if you like how it feels. Do you?” he asked, and repeated the lift and thrust hard.
Milly bit her lip and nodded, starting to raise her hips on her own and slamming them back down. He kept a firm hold on her buttocks, giving one cheek a light tap with his palm. The tantalizing view of her breasts bouncing against his chest as they made love made it nearly impossible for him to focus on not coming too soon. This woman had the power to undo him and she had no idea how dangerous that was.
I’ve fallen for my wife. The thought struck him just as he increased his upward thrusts and she dropped her hips down. They moved in time, their bodies working together in perfect sync. It was everything he’d ever dreamed to feel with a woman and it wasn’t just about being in bed with her. What he felt right now came from something deeper, from the moments they’d shared leading up to this. The quiet smiles, the whispered words, the shared stories, their working together to resurrect his home to its former glory…Milly was perfect…for him. How can I not love her?
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How could anything feel this good? Milly completely surrendered to the moment and her own passion.
“Give me your hands,” she said.
Owen lifted his palms off her body and held his hands up by his face. She shifted a little, circling her hips, and grasped his hands, palm to palm. He laced his fingers through hers as she pinned their joined hands into the bed. They rocked together, eyes locked, sharing breaths. They began a delicious climb to pleasure. When she leaned down to kiss him, her body felt as though it burst apart in a thousand pieces before it came back together. She continued to kiss him long after he’d come beneath her.
There was little in the world she believed she’d ever want to do forever, but kissing Owen, like this, while they were intimately joined, was one of them. Pure and simple. Nothing could ever be better than this. She finally understood why women risked scandal. It was so they would someday be free to act as men did to enjoy life, not be trapped by it.
Owen deepened the kiss and Milly clenched her inner walls around him, making him groan deeply. It seemed neither of them wanted to stop, but Milly was exhausted from another long day of helping with the house.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” He squeezed their joined hands and she nodded, still trying to kiss him. “Then you need to rest.” He rolled them so they lay on their sides facing each other.
“So do you.” Her sleepy reprimand seemed to amuse him. He withdrew from her, but laughed softly as she made a disgruntled sound of protest.
“Oh dear, I’ve created a beast.” He nuzzled his nose against hers.
“A beast?” She wrinkled her nose and frowned.
“An insatiable lovemaking beast.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
Milly cuddled close, tucking her arms up by her chest as she burrowed into him.
“Owen, you promise not to leave again?”
“Leave?” He wound one arm around her waist.
She stroked his throat, needing to touch him. The last ten days had seemed so empty, so lonely without him. She’d never needed a man to feel complete before, still didn’t, but she’d grown to care about Owen…deeply, so much so that she’d feared she would be fully in love with him before long. What would he say in the morning? What would he do to make her laugh? What mischief would they get into while cleaning his home together? She longed for more time with him and having him back made Wesden Heath feel like home for the first time.
