Page 83 of The Ice Queen
At the front of the gown, where the laces should have been tied together, she had left them open. With the cape now gone, Julian was granted a full view of the mounds of Caroline’s breasts. He needed no invitation.
He roughly pulled the gown’s bodice fully open and she exalted as the cool night air kissed her nipples.
“Oh Caroline, you wicked girl,” he murmured.
His mouth came down on one of her breasts. He took her nipple between his teeth and gently nipped. Heat pooled between her legs.
Julian lifted Caroline’s skirts and his fingers soon found her heat. She groaned as he began to stroke deeply. Her hands clutched the side of his jacket, desperate to find purchase as her knees weakened.
He lifted her and lay her down on a nearby sofa. A lightning-quick fumble with the placket of his trousers soon had his erection free.
She took hold of his rapidly hardening manhood and stroked. He lay his fingers over hers and guided her in how hard she should hold him.
Emboldened by his reaction to her strokes, Caroline decided it was time that she took the next step.
She pushed Julian’s hand away and sat up. Then, taking hold of him once more, she guided his erection to her lips. She heard the sound of his breath shuddering softly as she took him into her mouth. He gripped a handful of her hair while she ministered to him.
Tension built as she licked and suckled him. She listened as his breath became more ragged.
“Enough,” he finally gasped, and stepped back.
Pulling her to her feet, he sat down on the sofa. Julian lifted her skirts and drew her to him. It took only a moment for Caroline to understand what she needed to do. Straddling Julian, she sunk down and took the length of him deep inside her.
If she had thought their initial encounter at the cottage had been intimate, she quickly discovered this new position took her breath away.
“Ride me,” he commanded. With his hands on her hips, Julian instructed Caroline in how she should move. Gripping the top of the sofa behind his shoulders, she was able to establish a strong rhythm. She cried his name when she crashed through into her climax.
His lips sought hers as he pulled her hard down on him. Holding her firmly by the hips he thrust deeper and harder into her. Caroline willed her body to soften and accept his fierce lovemaking. She wanted to be all for this man, to exist purely for his pleasure.
He came with one last hard thrust and then stilled. She cradled his head against her breasts and waited for him to return to earth.
She longed for more of these evenings. Moments where they could share their love and then spend the night wrapped in each other’s arms before drifting off to sleep in their own home.
She longed for when she would finally belong completely to Julian.
