Page 20 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
He gave her a smug grin.“I haven’t even begun to satisfy you, bun.”
With that, he changed the motion of his hips.Whereas he had been thrusting straight in and out, he added a little hitch, so he was circling his hips.
Gwen stiffened.The change was immediate.With each circling thrust, his pelvic bone ground against that little nub between her legs.
Above her, Tom grinned.“Like that, do you?”
“I…” The only response she could manage was to whimper as her thighs fell farther open.
“Ha!”Keeping up the motion, he propped himself up on one arm and brought his other hand up to tease one of her nipples.
Gwen drew in a raspy sort of breath.She could scarcely countenance it, but she was starting to feel the way she’d felt earlier when he’d made hercome, as he’d put it.Was it possible for such an earth-shattering event to happen twice in one night?
Tom apparently thought so, because after a few minutes, he chuckled.“I’m going to need to move things along for you, because I’m not going to last much longer.”Switching arms, he threaded his hand between their bodies, bringing his thumb to that delightful little nub.“How’s that?”he asked, starting to swirl.
Gwen’s back arched off the bed.“That’s v-very g-g-good,” she stammered.
It was.Almosttoogood, not that she wanted him to stop.It was the strangest thing—although she wasn’t getting much in the way of sensation from his thrusts, she found she liked the sensation of being full.It made what he was doing with his hand feel even more potent.
Her pleasure crescendoed quickly.“Tom,” she gasped.“Tom, I think I’m… I’m going to…”
He quickened his pace, both of his thrusts and with his hand, and Gwendolyn felt herself start to come apart.Her control over her own body slipped.Her thighs were trembling like gelatin, her hands were scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders, and a keening cry rose from her throat of its own volition as the pleasure boiled up and over again.
Tom removed his hand from between her thighs just as the sensations became too much.Seizing her hips, he pounded into her, his arms turning to steel beneath her fingertips.Gwenlovedit, loved the fact that she had brought him to this point, that she was capable of making him ache in the same way he had done to her.Then, it was his turn to shout as his face contorted into an expression that looked like pain, but some instinct told her was instead pleasure.
He collapsed on her, but only for a moment before he rolled onto his back, reversing their positions.He wrapped his arms around her.She could hear the thundering of his heartbeat beneath her ear.
Tears suddenly pricked at the corners of her eyes.That had beenbeautiful, far more beautiful than an act of “love” bought and sold had any right to be.It wasn’t merely that Tom had given her pleasure.She might reasonably have expected that, given the price she had paid him.
But, for the first time in her life, he had made her feel desirable.It might have been an act, but she felt like making love to her had not been a chore, not something hehadto do.
But, perhaps, something he had enjoyed.
She shook herself.It probably was an act, and it wouldn’t do to moon over him like a lovesick schoolgirl.He had performed his part—more than adequately.
It was time to let him go.
Gwen sat up.“Thank you.”She could hear the tremulous sincerity in her voice.“That waswonderful.”
Tom grinned up at her, looking slightly sleepy and very well-satisfied.“It was, wasn’t it?”
“I should probably let you go.”Gwen started to sit up, but his iron arms closed around her.
“Just where do you think you’re going?”Tom asked, voice rich with amusement.
Gwen flushed.“I’m sure you have other things to do.Other places to be.”
He snorted.“At three o’clock in the morning?”
Gwen didn’t have a good response.“Oh, er…”
He reached up, tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.“Listen, Gwen.If you really want to leave, just say the word.”He trailed his hand down her side, stroking his thumb across the soft skin of her breast, eliciting a shudder.“But…”
“But?”she asked, her voice breathy as his clever fingers found her nipple.
“But the way I see it,” he said, rolling her over on her back and scooting down so his lips were inches from her now-throbbing nipple, “you paid two hundred and fifty pounds, bun.You should get your money’s worth.”
He brought his lips down and kissed her there, and Gwen did not manage to form a reply.
