Page 17 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
Her thoughts scattered as he pressed a kiss to theinside of her thigh.
She tried again.“You weren’t thinking to… to…”
He looked up, giving her a devil’s grin.“Trust me.”
Before Gwendolyn had a chance to blink, he did the exact thing she was afraid he was going to do—put hismouthon the placebetween her thighs!Oh, but this was awful!She had never been so mortified in her… in her… in her whole entire…
Although.
Although…
Now that he wasdoingit, she could not deny that it felt absurdly decadent.It was like the distilled version of the pleasure she’d felt during his earlier ministrations to her breasts.How had he unerringly found the spot that was throbbing like a heartbeat?She wasn’t sure, but what a marvelous coincidence that it was the precise place he was circling his tongue!
“Tom!”she moaned.
He didn’t stop but looked up, waggling his eyebrows and moving his tongue even faster.
Something strange happened then.The pleasure began to swell inside of her until it was almost too much.Her thighs began to quiver, and Gwen felt the strange sensation of not being in control of her body.
“Tom,” she gasped.“I—I think something’s happening.”
He made an encouraging sound but didn’t stop.
She obviously had not explained adequately.The tremulous sensation was growing, expanding, threatening to overflow.“Tom?Are… are you sure I’m supposed to… supposed to…”
He flattened out his tongue, laving her, and suddenly, she was on the precipice, threatening to tumble over.
“Tom!”she cried.“Tom, I’m going to…Oh, my God!”
A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her, sweeping her up and tossing her about, then depositing her, breathless and disoriented, on the shore.Her thighs shook uncontrollably, and her back arched up off the bed.She had never imagined that something could feel so good.
She was vaguely aware of Tom coming up to lie beside her and pulling her into his arms.She opened her eyes groggily and found him grinning at her.
“Have you ever come before?”he asked.
“No.”She blinked in an attempt to restore some semblance of equanimity.“No, I had no idea of it.”
Tom grinned at her, looking delighted, and she felt the room sway again.Although he wasn’t what you would call a beau, Gwen found his rugged masculinity tremendously appealing.
Tom rubbed her back.“Shall we finish deflowering you, then?”
She nodded.She knew that what they’d done, as enjoyable as it had been, was not sufficient to pass whatever tests her brother would force her to undertake.
“Relax,” Tom whispered, then his lips found hers.
He kissed her languidly, his hands roaming over her body, until some of the tension drained from Gwen’s body.He lingered over her breasts, and her breath hitched.When she began squirming on the bed, he allowed one hand to drift down past her stomach.She hesitated only a beat before spreading her legs for him.He caressed that magical spot, circling his big, rough fingers with surprising gentleness until her breath came in pants.
Only then did he stand and remove his trousers.Gwen’s eyes widened at the sight of his member, which bore little resemblance to the limpid length she had glimpsed when Maurice went to relieve himself.Oh, no—Tom’s organ was fully swollen and listing toward the ceiling.He was not a small man, so she shouldn’t be surprised that his intimate parts were of a similar scale.But she could not help but wonder how he was possibly going to fit.
“Don’t worry,” he said.“I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
She nodded tightly.“I appreciate that.”
He nodded toward the night table.“Would you like for me to use a sheath?”
She frowned.“What is a sheath?”
He fished something white and translucent out of a glass of water on the table.“It’s another word for the condom you mentioned before.To reduce the odds of conception.”
