Page 32 of In a Rake's Embrace
He walked over and peered down at her. A blush engulfed her, but she did not look away from him. Agatha belatedly realized that being in Bea’s and Ellen’s rooms and seeing them walking around undressed had helped her.
Thomas bent over her and kissed her mouth with a feeling of almost violent tenderness. His tongue stroked against hers, and she moaned, curling her fingers into the fabric of the sofa. He consumed her, and it was as if she tasted his lust, the dark flavorof want blending with whisky. It was a short, hard kiss, and he pulled away from her, his lips softening to a tender caress that lingered at the corner of her mouth.
How could he appear so carnally domineering and gentle at the same time?
The earl lowered to his knees. His eyes collided with hers, and he held her gaze. He placed his hands atop her knees and gently nudged them wider, baring her sex to his heated stare. Agatha blushed at the hungry look that appeared on his face. She instinctively tried to close her knees, and he placed firm pressure, widening them even more. Thomas slipped his hands to her hips, pulling her buttocks to the edge of the sofa.
Oh, God.
This was far too indecent. Her sex was open to his greedy gaze, and he stared at Agatha as if he planned to devour her. Swallowing tightly, she almost protested that perhaps she had chosen the wrong lesson.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured.
His evocative words sent fire down her spine to land hotly in her belly. Her entire body blushed. He used the back of his fingers and brushed over her flesh. Her sex ached, sending tendrils of warmth up through her abdomen. Agatha did not understand how such a simple touch made her shift with restless need. His fingers slid through her curls, finding her nub.
Clitoris.
That was what Bea called it when she tried to discuss the anatomy of a lady’s body yesterday and how they found pleasure.
He lifted his hand to her mouth and pressed his thumb against her lips. “Suck it.”
Agatha’s belly tightened, and she parted her lips and sucked his thumb into her mouth, holding his gaze. He dragged it from her mouth, keeping a light pressure on her lips. Thomas carried that glistening thumb down to her sex and started torub that sensitive nub, the pressure slowly increasing. Delightful sensations began to spiral. Over and over, he rubbed, and she dug her fingers into the sofa, feeling the wetness now slicking his thumb.
She made an incoherent sound, and heat seemed to bloom from where he touched, moving to her belly, where it tightened into a hot coil. Agatha shifted her hips to ease the friction, crying out when he pressed his thumb harder against her nub. Sharp spikes of sensation pierced her clitoris and arced up her belly to her nipples.
“Place your legs over my shoulders.”
Agatha complied, slipping her legs upward over his shoulders. He glided those fingers down, and he slid one deep inside her body.
Oh!The feeling of his finger inside her sex was more pleasant than she’d anticipated. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue over her navel. Her belly quivered. Thomas started to slowly stroke his finger inside her quim, so slow it felt like torture as he drew forth her wanton response. Hot need welled up, and she shifted restlessly, wanting more.
Another kiss on her belly, and he dragged his mouth over her skin and down her mons. Agatha moaned, the anticipation twisting through her body almost felt desperate. Thomas slipped a second finger inside her sex. She flinched at the tight, almost painful stretch, a groan slipping from her. His thumb somehow still found her nub, and Thomas began rubbing that delicious spot rough and hard.
He stroked his fingers inside her pussy, his thumb tormenting her clitoris with each glide and retreat. Heat spread through her, and sweat started to slick her skin. Agatha bit her lower lip, wanting to arch into him, wanting more, unable to shift, for she was pinned against the sofa, her legs high over hisshoulders. She could not move, only accept the sensual assault against her senses.
“Thomas,” she gasped, feeling a hot thrill of pleasure building from her clitoris, rushing up to her belly and breasts.
He leaned forward, the move sinking his fingers deeperand kissing up her body to capture her nipple between his teeth. It was as if each action added a precise increase in pleasure when she thought it could surely not feel better. He sucked her nipple, rubbing the tight nub of nerves between her thighs until she could feel the wetness soaking his fingers.
Agatha’s breathing came in short pants as sharp bursts of pleasure snapped through her body. Delight rushed over her senses, washing over her in an unrelenting rush.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, tremors cascading through her.
At that moment, Thomas dragged his mouth from her breasts down her quivering bellyand flicked his tongue over her swollen, sensitive clitoris before sucking it into his mouth. For a wild moment, it was as if all the air had been snatched from Agatha’s body, and then she found her voice to cry out at the unexpected wash of ecstasy. He licked and suckedgently, then with too much passion. She was helpless against the desperate sobs of need that escaped her throat. He drove her to madness with his tongue and fingers, and there was nothing she could do but take it. This time, the release slammed into her like a boulder. Agatha wailed as it felt like her body had broken apart.
He watched her, his expression calm, yet the piercing brilliance of his gaze told her of his hunger.
“Again,” he murmured.
Her heart jerked.Surely not.
His fingers pinched her sensitive nub, and another wild cry ripped from her when he began rubbing it hard. Oh, God, she tried to draw back her hips but could not move.
“Thomas,” she gasped. “Please ... oh,please!”
“Please, what?”
Her gaze snapped to his. “I feel so sensitive. It is too much!”
