Page 141 of Untempered
Wild horses, I could drink from her all day.
“You need rest,” I reminded her, and she made another grumpy noise. Pain rushed in when her fingers slowly eased from my flesh. I didn’t love the sensation, but the knowledge that she’d held me hard enough to injure me went straight to my head.
Feeling like a starving man politely declining a feast, I steeled myself, breathed deeply, and lifted myself off her. I needed to be responsible, and that meant she needed to rest.
The flushed cheeks and moist, welcoming lips I could’ve ignored. The thighs urging me closer were tempting as fuck, but they’d be tempting later, too. It was the flicker of confusion, and the early forerunners of doubt that blew away the last traces of my resolve.
She hadn’t doubted us earlier. Damned if I’d give her reason to, now.
I wasn’t getting at her nipples in a hurry, and I resented that. I wanted to feel them bead against my tongue and see them glisten the way her lips did. But I had other options.
Her eyes went wide as I touched her again, keeping my hand heavy in case she was hypersensitive. Audrey’s hands searched my body again, and I knew where they were headed. I had to move fast to avoid her, slipping past her infuriatingly thorough layers to her bare, open thighs.
The skin there was soft and warm. Her legs went on forever, and I gave them only the barest fraction of the appreciation they deserved before settling them over my shoulders, where they belonged.
They fit as well as I’d known they would.
I pressed a kiss to her thigh, and her breath shook, but her legs fell open wider. She was warm, wet, and welcoming. I went in slowly, keeping the pressure heavy again, aware she was still flushed and sensitized. As my tongue glided along her clit slowly, I thought I could still feel her pulsing from her last orgasm. Or was it a new round? The thought of all her rapid gasps and sheer enjoyment made me ache. Careful not to push too hard, I listened to her breathing and read the meaning in every ripple of muscle and twitch of her flesh, forcing myself to reduce the speed of my strokes and suction. I had all night. She shuddered under my mouth, and I repeated the kisses. Her breath broke, her hands hovering in and above my hair, her legs flexing around me.
Hunger raced through me. I didn’t know how long it’d take before those legs locked around my head or whether she’d just lie there, totally trusting, letting me eat my fill. She arched into me, and those fluttering, tentative hands finally settled in my hair.
Satisfied I was where I was supposed to be, I let myself enjoy the way she’d flex and then collapse for a time, flex and then collapse. I breathed in the smell of her, committing it to memory. I savored the taste of her, wanting to draw it out. Her breath broke, and she shuddered. I added in long strokes of my tongue, imagining what it’d be like to have her come against my mouth. How many times could we do this?Shoulddidn’t matter now. The blood in my veins roared and nothing beyond the now mattered, beyond her.
The hands in my hair gripped tight, and I struggled not to alter my course. She let out a long, low moan, then released me with something that sounded like a mumbled apology.Don’t be sorry.But I wasn’t moving to tell her that unless I had to. Surely, she could tell there was no apology needed.
She tugged gently at me, her hands at my jaw, her body shifting beneath me.
Worry flared, coursing through the veins tangled in lust, a disarming combination that left me powerless when I looked up her body and saw her imploring me with her eyes.
There was something painfully erotic about her top half remaining tightly-laced in her sensible riding habit, with her bare, wide open legs in my hands and cunt glistening for me, her neat plait all but unraveled against the blankets, wisps curling around her face and over her shoulders.
Debauching noble ladies had never been my thing. A moment later, I realized it still wasn’t.
DebauchingAudrey,however…
Wordlessly, she tugged me again, not entirely gently. I turned my face into her palm and pressed a kiss to it, trying to gather my thoughts, wanting to leave them and continue feasting.
She twisted her hips, just a little, as if she knew what I was thinking. I tried to move with her, but she had me under an arm and was levering me up like I was a puppet and she held the strings.
I didn’t laugh at the image, just let her lock her legs around my hips again, grabbing the makeshift wedge I’d made before and thanking my own foresight. She rubbed her cheek against mine, breathing quickly still, one hand locked around my neck in a manner that probably should’ve been threatening, but just made me burn. Before she could find my cock with her other hand, I dropped a kiss on her shoulder, no longer giving a single cuss about the million layers of wool, cotton, and silk.
“Just wait,” I told her, wanting just a moment, imagining her expression, the feel of her coming around my cock, the way she’d curl into me afterward.
I straightened, raising up on my knees. I expected she’d raise up, too, keeping her legs locked around me. I knew better than to expect her to lie back and wait, after all.
What I didn’t expect was that she’d come with me, stuck like a burr. The woman’s determination was simultaneously humbling and the hottest thing I had experienced in my entire life. Her hand fisted in my hair, and she made a needy noise. It was suddenly very difficult to breathe.
If the Wife had appeared at the door in need at that moment, I probably would’ve kicked it shut.
I yanked the wedge beneath her, praying to every god I’d heard of and any others I might’ve missed that I’d positioned us right as I lowered her over it, letting her drape back. My feast. My fire.
There was no air in my lungs to reassure her when she made a noise of surprise, and before I could find some, she was leaning back, adjusting the angle where our hips met, trying to fit us together. Her hand reached between us, and my heart about squeezed out of my chest to see her expression of total focus.
Her fingers were strong and sure. I breathed through the hunger, set my weight, and waited for her to guide me into her body, reining in all my instincts and breathing the heat around, feeling her hold on my cock and resisting the urge to pump myself into her hand or her body. I forced myself to focus on her. On the way her breath caught and then rushed out, the delicate furrowing of her brow. The heat of her as she guided me home. The moment of resistance and the quick thought of,Is she wet enough? I eased back a little, and her brow furrowed a little more, her long mouth pursed momentarily. I breathed and helped reposition us. She drew me back in and deeper again. Her lips parted, her expression relaxing. My heart might’ve stopped the same time her lashes gave a tiny flicker. I forced myself to keep breathing anyway. She held us together, sealed tightly, her legs around my hips. And by every deity ever worshipped, it was the most wonderful sensation. It also nearly killed me.
With a long exhale, she lay back, her hips held up by the wedge, and her arms beside her head in graceless, gorgeous disarray. If I’d had anything to spare, I’d have wept at the sight.
I took hold of her thighs and leaned in, separating her labia so her clit rubbed against my pubic mound and keeping my breathing deep and even as she made a hungry noise, flexing against me. Her cunt squeezed me, demanding.
