Page 51 of Romancing the Rifleman
She was so exquisitely aroused after his attentions to her breasts that she immediately knotted her fingers in his hair.He tried to be gentle, but her little rosebud was so eager for him, she was screaming his name and pulsing against his tongue in less than a minute.
He cradled her against his chest while she trembled, but as soon as she recovered, he kissed her cheek.“That was unfair, my darling.”
Scowling, she pushed a stray curl back from her damp forehead.“Unfair?Not at all.I fully intend to return the favor.”
He silenced her with a kiss.“That’s not what I meant.It was unfair in that it went by too quickly.I wanted tosavorit.I insist that you allow me to do it again.”
He resumed his position between her thighs, pressing them open so he had full access.He knew she would be exquisitely tender, so he stroked gentle patterns with his tongue all around the little bud that was the center of her delight withoutquitetouching it.
He kept that up for some time, until her breathing grew harsh, and her skin flushed.He chuckled in delight when she finally knotted her fingers in his hair and guided his tongue precisely where she wanted it, and he was treated to the beautiful sounds of her taking her pleasure once more.
Again, he took her in his arms.And again, he insisted.“Please, Diana.Please.You’re so beautiful when you come.Pleasure for me again, darling, that’s a good girl.”It took longer that time, but Harrington didn’t mind.When she reached her third peak, her leg cramped so hard she almost kicked him in the head, which he took as a compliment.
After she recovered, he tried to slide down her body once more, but she swatted him away.“Harrington!Behave.I’ll scarcely be able to sit tomorrow as it is.”
Damn if that didn’t make his chest swell.He secretly liked the idea that the other house party guests might hear her screaming his name tonight and might see her shifting in her seat tomorrow.That they would elbow one another and grin, knowing what the newlyweds had been up to, and that he had done a damn good job of pleasuring his wife.
“Just once more?—”
“No!”she snapped, but she was laughing as she pushed him down on the pillows and reached for the buttons of his placket.A wicked gleam came into her eyes.“It’s my turn now.”
“Oh, my God,” was all he could groan.Because how many times had he imagined this very scene?A naked Diana, opening his trousers and taking out his cock?
At the first press of her soft little hand against his sensitive flesh, he almost unmanned himself.When she slid low, making her intentions clear by planting a trail of kisses across his stomach, he whimpered aloud.
And when she pressed a kiss against the head of his cock, he almost died.It wasn’t that she was a practiced seductress.It was apparent that whatever information she had about the act she was attempting to perform had been gleaned from secondhand descriptions and naughty prints.
But Harrington had imagined this moment so many times that the reality of a naked Diana leaning forward to take his cock into her mouth was overwhelming.He was powerless to stop babbling nonsense or to keep his hips from twitching on the bed.
He lasted for less than a minute before the pleasure overpowered him.He would have warned her what was about to happen if he’d had even a sliver of presence of mind, but his climax was so intense, he almost blacked out from it.
When he was next aware of anything, a very smug Diana was smiling down at him.He grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him.She snuggled into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, feeling happier than he’d ever felt in his life.
After a few blissful minutes, she tried to slip from his grasp.He tightened his arms mulishly.
She squirmed.“Let me go.”
He released her at once.“Sorry.I understand if you want to return to your room.”
She rolled her eyes.“I donotwant to return to my room.But turnabout is fair play.And I believe you are ready for round two.”
She wasn’t wrong.His cock was already starting to stiffen, and it swelled even more upon being informed that there would be around two.
But Harrington pulled her close again, burying his face in her hair.“In a minute.Need to hold you.”
She yawned.“I suppose that would be acceptable.”
It was a damn sight more than acceptable, Harrington thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter27
Diana slipped from Harrington’s room just as morning light was starting to peek around the edges of the curtains.
They had spent the whole night alternating between spells of pleasuring each other and dozing contentedly together.Thanks to her married friend, Izzie, Diana had had some idea what to expect.But she had formed the impression that some men were unwilling to perform the particular act she had seen depicted in that book of prints, in which the man kissed his lover between her legs.
Harrington, on the other hand, had brought her to four sparkling climaxes that way and had made it clear that he would have been glad to do so again and again, had she not been too tender.This only strengthened Diana’s conviction that their hasty marriage had not been a mistake.That Harrington was such a generous lover who genuinely enjoyed bringing her pleasure was an excellent sign.
She couldn’t wait to get back to London so they could consummate this marriage in every sense of the word.But there were still a few things from that book of prints that they could do without stripping her of her maidenhead, and there was one in particular that she wanted to try.
