Page 40 of The Baron's Return
Her hands moved up his hard thighs, and she paused just before reaching his manhood, teasing out the moment. She brought her thumbs to the sides of his cock, touching him ever so lightly.
His leg muscles tensed under her arms, and she sensed he was holding back. She didn’t know if it was because he feared hurting her with the strength of his need or if he thought that he needed to hold back because she was a gently bred young woman. But in that moment she wanted to see him lose control.
She reached down to cup the soft flesh of his sac, rolling his testicles gently in her hand. His breath hitched and then he let it out again in a hiss when she took him into her mouth.
“Abigail,” he said on a moan, and the sound of his hoarse voice spurred her on.
Having never done this before, she knew her movements were awkward. His hands were now threaded in her hair, and when he moved her head back, she thought he was going to push her away from him.
Instead, he led her into a rhythm, her mouth on him mimicking the act of their lovemaking.
“Suck me,” he said.
She obeyed, and his groan told her that she was doing this right. She was giving him pleasure instead of being the one to receive it at his hands, and the thought made her feel heady.
She couldn’t take all of him into her mouth, and so she moved her hands to wrap them around the base of him as she continued to move up and down his length. Her jaw was starting to ache from the unfamiliar act, but she didn’t care. She would do this all night if it would soothe him. It was enough just to be with him like this.
He let out another long moan, and she knew he was close. She had a moment of wondering what would happen now. Would she swallow down his seed? Did it make her a wanton that she very much wanted to do that?
She’d started to speed up, looking forward to the moment he would explode in her mouth, when he pushed her away from him.
She made a soft sound of protest and tried to move back, but he tilted her head up to him.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. But right now I need to be inside you.”
She slid her hand up and down his length, loving the way he clenched his teeth at her touch. Oh yes, he’d been close to finishing in her mouth.
She stood and her hands went to the belt of her dressing gown. Her eyes remained fixed on him as she loosened the belt and allowed the dressing gown to fall to the floor.
His eyes widened. “What on earth are you wearing?”
The way his eyes, then his large hands, roved along the red satin, had liquid heat flowing through her veins. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them, and then allowed his hands to slide along the fabric, dipping into all the cutouts along the way. Abigail had almost thrown this garment away, sure she’d never have the confidence to wear it for him, but now she was glad she hadn’t.
He swore and lifted her up over his lap, her knees on either side of him. Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto his hard length with a soft mewl of contentment. Somehow it seemed more wicked that he was nude while she wore the barely there nightdress.
Apparently he was done allowing her to be in control of their lovemaking, because he rolled them over until he was on top of her. And then he began to make love to her, his hips thrusting into her harder than he’d ever taken her before.
She was so aroused that it didn’t take her long to reach her peak, panting his name in a prayer. He followed, thrusting deep and filling her.
She loved the way his weight pressed her down into the mattress, and they stayed like that for almost a full minute. Finally he pulled out of her.
He’d asked her to spend the night with him, but she was almost afraid to hope he’d meant those words literally. Now that they’d both reached completion, she held her breath, waiting to see if he would ask her to leave. She wasn’t about to do so on her own accord.
Instead, he reached for the bedsheet and pulled it over them. He draped his arm over her and pulled her tightly to his chest, where she rested her cheek.
“Gideon?”
“Yes.” His low voice rumbled against her cheek.
“Why didn’t you come to me tonight?”
There was a long pause, and she thought he wasn’t going to answer her question.
She was on the verge of falling asleep when he finally spoke. “Because you are dangerous to my sensibilities.”
Chapter 21
Abigail treasured the memory of that night, sleeping wrapped in her husband’s arms. It didn’t happen again, but Cranston was no longer avoiding her. In fact, he was visiting her bed every night before returning to his own chamber.
