Page 76 of Lord Ashley's Beautiful Alibi
“Come,” she urged him with hope and beseeching hands. When he just stared at her, she arched and rubbed her aching nipples against his chest. “Don’t stop. I need you.”
He put his palms to her inner thighs and spread her wide. “You are beautiful, pink, and wet.”
She groaned.
He sank to her and put the tip of his tongue to a tiny part of her that sent her spinning in a whirlwind of want. Each lick was heaven, torture, a pulse of sparkling bliss. She throbbed, his touch so tender, too hard to bear, too soft to refuse. She moaned, deep in her throat. This ecstasy was nothing she thought possible.
“Kane,” she cried, and he gave her even more. She thrashed upon the pillows, her legs pinned, not daring move lest he stop and leave her wanton and alone. But he rose over her, covering her body with his heavy one.
“Now,” he growled, and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance.
“Yes!” she urged him, coming up and off the bed in demand.
No sooner had she pleaded, he complied and drove slowly inside her. She moaned at his welcome invasion, his filling girth, and her mindless need for all of him. All of him. All of him.
And when he was seated and pulled her thighs wider, she opened her eyes to stare at him in surprise and abject want. And then…he was gone.
Gone!
She whipped the sheets. Lost.
But he was back, over her, his fingers stroking her, invading her, poor substitutes for the wonders he had given her with his full body and his hard cock.
“I’m here,” he whispered, his fingers finding that same violently tender spot amid her folds. And there, he stroked and petted, patted and fondled. “Come for me,” he crooned. “Come now and enjoy it.”
In a few flicks, he had her climbing to that nirvana she’d briefly glimpsed. And in a moment, two, ten, she reached a stunning height where she shattered into a thousand brilliant stars. Then he left her to move to her side, and, face down, he moaned into the sheets.
It was glorious. It was unique.
It was done.
He wrapped her close into his embrace, molded her exhausted body to his hard, tender one, and told her how marvelous she was, how sweet and unforgettable.
*
Gus stirred, awakeningto the sound of rain pinging on the roof and in the trees outside their window.
She’d slept better than she had in many nights. Marking the languid rhythm of her breaths, she opened her eyes to the pale light of dawn shimmering through the leaves of the trees—andthe sight of Kane. He watched her, propped up on one elbow. Smiling like a saint, he was. But, of course, what they had done last night was not the work of saints. They had even done it twice!
Memories of last night flooded her in waves of pleasure. At once, she was wide awake, blinking, feeling every caress of his hand, of his lips.
“Good morning,” he offered, his hand up, a finger reaching to touch her nose.
She dashed it away. “Stop.”
“Gus—”
She tugged the sheets up to her chin.
“Don’t—”
“No. Don’t touch me.” She put a hand to her forehead. “I must think.”
Sighing, he lay down. “Gus, what happened was—”
“What we’ll forget.”
“We won’t.”
