Page 90 of When He Was Wicked
“I thought you would come tomorrow.”
“I am here now, Henrietta.”
She shook her head, stepping toward him, before stopping. “I…I wanted to say goodbye properly.”
Simon wanted to smash something. “I see.”
Her eyes were wide and imploring, and he did not understand what she wanted.
“Henrietta—”
“I know you return to town soon, and we might never see each other again. I keep thinking about our kisses and the time we spent together,” she rushed out, clasping her fingers tightly before her. “I confess, I cannot stop thinking about you and how you make me feel! And I am not supposed to be saying this now. I was to have rehearsed it!”
Simon’s breathing became shorter, and he tried to rein in his reaction to her. “I do not want a rehearsal,” he said gruffly. “Give me your honesty.”
Flushing, she bit her lip. “I want you to kiss me again…and I do not want you to stop this time. I want…I want you. And the next time we see each other, we shall not talk about it!”
For a moment, Simon didn’t trust himself to look in her direction. Lest she saw the savage hunger in his gaze. He had never wanted a woman the way he wanted her.
Daringly, Henrietta started to remove her dress with shaking fingers, petticoats and drawers, the silence drowning him with anticipation. Simon did not stop her. In truth, he could not move his regard from her even if wild lions were to burst through the damn door.
When she stood before him naked, save for a rose quartz necklace nesting perfectly between the swells of her milky breasts, his gaze was a slow caress as it ran over her body.
“You stare at me with such hunger,” she said shakily.
“I cannot help it. I want you so damn much.”
A rosy flush brightened her cheeks. Simon stepped back, stripped off his clothing, and she watched him with shameless desire. He prowled over to her, tugged her against his chest and took her mouth.
This kiss was hungry but slow and savoring. Simon wanted her to understand that he cherished her. Her body turned pliant against his, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into his embrace. They kissed for endless minutes, and when he broke the kiss, her lips were glossy, and her eyes heavy-lidded.
Simon lifted her into his arms, took her over to the small bed and lay her down. He kissed her shoulder blades and peppered soft kisses along her breasts, down her quivering belly. He explored the soft lines of her waist, hips, and underside of her breasts, rousing her slowly until she was gasping. The rosy peaks of her breasts grew to pebbled hardness. He bent his head and kissed the inside of her raised knee, his hands pulling her toward him and spreading her legs wide. Simon kissed a path along Henrietta’s inner thigh until he reached the crisp curls shielding her center. Simon parted the folds of her sex, a breath hissing from him at the wetness already glistening on her folds.
She was soft, wet, and pink, and he wanted inside her more than his next breath. He watched her, memorizing every fleeting expression on her face as he circled her clitoris with his thumb.
“Simon!”
Henrietta arched her back, her breath coming short, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. He had never seen anything more beautiful as she came undone, crying out wildly as she found her release. But he was far from done with her.
Simon licked her, groaning at her decadent taste. He dragged his tongue along the silken flesh, and she arched wildly against him, intoxicating him with her beautiful responses.
Henrietta could only moanand clutch at nothing with the agonizing stimulation of his mouth between her legs. Henrietta never imagined anything this wicked in her entire life. Or this wonderful. She twisted beneath the teasing flicks of his tongue. Then screamed when he sucked her nub of pleasure, gently then strongly. Hot and wicked pleasure coiled in her belly, almost frightening in its intensity. With a jolt, she realized her thighs trembled fiercely as if her body could not contain the overwhelming sensations which bombarded her senses.
Henrietta’s elbows collapsed when he flicked his tongue against her nub and slipped two fingers deep into her body. She cried out at the sensuous sting, hips arching desperately for more.
As he spread her legs wider and climbed over her, Henrietta reached for him. He braced himself on his knees and one hand and used his other to guide his thick cock into her soaking flesh. His breath hissed from his teeth as he slid into her inch by inch, a slow, torturous invasion that made her breath catchat the sharp, painful feelings. She felt full and stretched in a way Henrietta did not think she liked. Unexpectedly her body yielded, accepting the unfamiliar burning invasion as if she had been perfectly fashioned to fit with him.
Simon reached between them when she whimpered, pressing his thumb against her nub and circling it.
It felt too wonderful.
Simon tenderly cupped her face and peered into her eyes. His blue-gray eyes gleamed with lust and tenderness that echoed inside her chest. He kissed her, adding another sweet sensation to the one breaking her heart open and reshaping it.
Simon held himself still, peppering kisses along her shoulder, murmuring crooning words, then he moved, stroking deeply in and out of her. Waves of molten heat arrowed straight to her core, which contracted around his member with each pulse. Henrietta clung to Simon’s shoulders, digging her fingers into his back as he quickened his pace. It felt good. Unspeakably good. He captured her mouth for a rough kiss as he thrust faster and deeper, piercing her with the sweetest pleasure-pain.
She bit his shoulders, tasting his sweat and breathing his essence into her.
Simon’s eyes searched her face intently, and then a dark, sensual smile curved his lips. “I have wanted you for so long,” he murmured. “I like you so damn much.”
