Page 52 of In a Rake's Embrace
His fingers slipped from her and lightly teased her belly. “How is my ride, my lord?” she murmured, rolling back her hips in a teasing swivel.
He thrust his fingers through her hair and tugged her mouth close. “I am so tempted to fuck you right here.”
“You can.”
His gaze narrowed to aslit, and he froze. “What did you say?”
Though his manhood size and intensity intimated her, she drawled, “Five thousand pounds, and I am yours for the night. There would be no need for an auction.”
“No.”
Agatha kissed his chin. “I thought you would say that.”
A pang of disappointment went through her heart, and she shimmied off his body and lowered herself to her knees onto the lush carpet. He rose, his cock heavy and engorged as he reached for her. She slid her hands up his thighs, and he froze. She looked up at him, letting him see the unguarded hunger unfurling within her, solely for him.
CHAPTER 19
Thomas gazed down at Agatha, his breath hitching as her delicate hands encircled his throbbing erection. She leaned in, her breath a silken, heated caress against his flesh. His gut clenched, and he swallowed hard, fighting to maintain control. Agatha began tentatively, her tongue tracing a slow, sensual glide along his cock, eliciting a groan from Thomas. He savored the wet heat of her mouth, the sensation sending hot shards of pleasure coursing through his body.
One of her hands fluttered to his hips, exploring the contours of his muscles. God, he never knew a touch as curious and innocent as this could make him this hungry for more. Thomas inhaled deeply, restraining his mounting need, determined to give her all the time she needed to indulge in this newfound intimacy. He watched as heated sensuality darkened her eyes.
Her lips trailed down the rigid length, and his balls ached, a sharp, almost unbearable pleasure as her wet tongue caressed them. Lust shivered through him, tingling up to the tip of his cock, flexing it with a desperate need. Agatha made a low sound of pleasure, then her swollen lips parted to cover the engorged,sensitive head of his cock. Thomas groaned, his control slipping further with each teasing flick of her tongue.
Her hair cascaded over her face, obscuring his view, and he gripped it, wrapping it around his hand, guiding her movements. Watching her suck his cock into her untried mouth was hotter and more intense than anything he could have imagined. The sight of her, so eager and uninhibited, filled him with lust so intense he felt intoxicated.
“Good,” he praised, his voice rough with restraint, remembering he should teach her to improve.
A knife-like pain cut from his chest down to his gut, a specter that rose inside him whenever he thought of another man touching her. He ruthlessly cut it away, focusing on the present, on the raw, unfiltered pleasure.
“Suck a little tighter … good … easy … that choking feel is natural … go slower … go—”
His words got lost in a groan as she curled her tongue and then sucked with a stronger pull, her mouth a vice of pleasure around him.
“Who taught you that?” The words hissed from him before he could control the savage feeling tearing through his chest.
She fucking winked, her brilliant green eyes daring him to react. Narrowing his gaze, Thomas tightened his grip on her hair and slowly pulled his length from a bliss that felt unknown.
“Who taught you?” he demanded, the cold warning in his tone unmistakable.
“Jealous?” she purred.
Her eyes were drowsy, heavy-lidded, but she stared at him with that wicked gleam of challenge, daring him to do something … but what?
Thomas stilled, his frown deepening.Jealousy?He had lived, laughed, andknown hurt, fury, joy, and annoyance for years, but jealousy was an emotion he had never encountered.
Bloody hell.
Agatha raked her teeth over his cock head, and he moaned, a sound he had never made for a lover. Thomas tightened his hand in her hair and slowly worked his cock inside her sweet hot mouth with firm, shallow strokes. It was sheer torture and paradise.
He encircled her throat with his other hand, holding her close and sliding his cock as deep down her throat as it would go. She made a muffled sound around his length, and her eyes watered, but he continued fucking her mouth with slow ease. He was lost in the scorching heat of her mouth, overwhelmed by the raw carnality she unleashed and the innocent hunger with which she claimed him. Agatha shifted, closing her thighs together.
“Open them.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she eased her knees open on the carpet.
“That ache you are feeling will not leave. Rub your fingers on your clitoris.”
Another moan around his cock, before she slipped her hands low over her belly, sliding them through her soaked pussy. She looked exquisitely provocative: her jaw hollowed, lips parted as she drew him deeper, cheeks flushed with the fervor of desire. Her eyes, dark with arousal, glittered and her hair spilled in wild, untamed waves around her shoulders. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat that accentuated every lush curve, each hollow and rise of her body. The delicate garters clung to her thighs, somehow innocent yet seductive, while her dancing shoes remained, a final touch ofdemureness in wicked, erotic contrast to her intoxicating abandon.
