Page 27 of Bedding the Marquess
“Please, what?” she whispered with a mixture of curiosity and hope—could he be asking her what she thought he was?
“Please touch my cock if that is what you wish. I have waited for months and I can stand it no longer.” Bolstered by his plaintive tone, Caro finally wrapped her fingers around his girth. “God, yes,” he hissed and tilted his head back. “Your hand is so soft.”
Caro explored its weight and girth, testing to see whether she could wrap her fingers around it fully and coming up just shy.She gave his length a tentative stroke and Gideon saw stars. “It is so hard,” she murmured.
“For you,” he groaned. “Only for you.”
“I enjoy that—hearing you say it is only for me.”
“Because it is the truth.” The last word was said as a gasp when she brushed her thumb over the swollen head, swirling a peal of moisture from the slit around and beneath the edge of his sensitive foreskin. “Mmm. Like that.” His head dropped back in utter abandon as each of her gentle strokes unleashed a wave of sensation to lap at him like the ceaseless tide. It would carry him away if she continued on as she was for much longer.
But he could handle a little more.
He covered her small hand with his and encouraged her to grip him more tightly, stroke him more firmly. He rocked into her touch, his hips rolling to meet her. Gideon was enraptured by the sight of their hands working together to bring him pleasure, the bob and sway of her full breasts as she concentrated on her task, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her throat to the expanse of her breasts as more of them was gradually revealed by her movements.
Thiswould send him over the edge. And he was not ready for this to be over.
He stalled her ministrations, and she looked up at him questioningly. “If you keep doing that, then this will end before it begins.” His voice was raw and rough.
Caro’s brows rose, but she released him slowly, as if she did not want to stop touching him.
“May I see all of you now?” he asked, surprised to realize that his voice was unsteady. He nearly lost all control when she bit her lip and cast down her eyes. So shy and innocent when he knew her to be a woman who could enjoy carnal pleasures as much as he.
“I would like that, but know that my body is different than the last time you saw it.”
“Different? Because of your pregnancy?” Gideon almost laughed at the absurdity of it—of course, her body would be different—but he recognized just in time that it would have been precisely the wrong thing to do. Instead, he took her hands in his until she met his eyes. “I must have done a piss-poor job of showing you how bloody attractive I find you if you have such concerns.”
“But my body—”
“Is stunning. Drives me mad. Makes me ache just thinking about it.” He flicked his gaze to his heavy erection as evidence.
She giggled and he watched her tension melt away. Rolling her lower lip between her teeth, she stared into his eyes, never breaking contact as she shrugged her gaping nightshift from her body.
Gideon followed its trail with ravenous eyes. The perfect globes of her pearlescent breasts were fuller and rounder than before, the nipples a deep red and proudly erect. Her waist was still slim, but the curve of her lower belly was undeniable now that she was bare before him. Her pale flesh was smooth and taut as if she’d been carved from marble by the most skilled of sculptors. The curls guarding her sex were already glistening with her arousal.
An enraptured growl rumbled from deep in his chest. She was glorious.
He pulled her into his arms, crushing every curve and plane of their bodies together, and claimed her mouth as his.
Gently, he maneuvered them to the mattress. Their legs tangled together and he raised his thigh to her damp heat, losing his breath when she rocked against the pressure. She was so swollen, so wet for him already. Her hands coasted acrosshis back and buttocks, gripping and squeezing with increasing boldness as she went.
With great difficulty, Gideon broke away from her lips and trailed his mouth down her throat. He braced his arms on either side of her head, hovering above her as he licked and tasted the delicate skin of her throat. He gradually made his way down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her sternum while cupping the weights of her breasts. He closed his lips over one of her ripe-berry nipples and might have thought he’d caused her pain for the strength of her cry, but, rather than push him away, she held him in place with her hands tangled in his hair.
He lavished attention on one and then the other until she undulated beneath him, seeking the contact her body craved. As he prowled down her body, Gideon sliced open his heart and allowed every word he held inside to pour forth. He spoke against the alabaster perfection of her stomach, the perfect divot of her navel. “To see your body swelling withmychild…to witness the undeniable evidence that you aremine…there is nothing in this world that makes me harder or arouses me more.” He palmed her stomach, marveled at the life growing within and the woman who nurtured the miracle. “Not a day has gone by that my cock hasn’t begged for you; my mouth hasn’t watered with the memory of tasting you. I want you again and again, Caro—as many times as you will allow me. You are everything I’ve always wanted and everything I never realized I needed. I ache every time I hear your laughter, I throb each time your eyes meet mine. Even if I do not show it in the moment, know you do that to me and I have no control over it.”
She whimpered and mewled as his warm breath tickled the curls at the juncture of her thighs. He inhaled deeply, scenting the sweet aroma of her arousal. It struck him so powerfully that his hips made an involuntary thrust against the mattress. Hecouldn’t wait to sink into her, to feel the pulsations of her climax as it mercilessly ripped his own release from his body.
He pressed her thighs wide and gazed his fill of the pink dripping petals of her sex. “If anyone believes me to be in control in this marriage, they would be wrong,” he breathed and felt her lift her head to watch him. He met her eyes over the gentle curve of her ripening stomach. “You are the one with the power; you can break me so badly I would never be whole again.”
With that, Gideon dipped his head and pressed his mouth to her. Caro’s cries as he stroked her with long, slow licks turned into sobs of pleasure and nonsensical praise as he swirled around the nubbin at the crux of her sex. Quickly finding a rhythm she preferred, he continued his onslaught of her body, spreading her wide with his thumbs and palming her inner thighs as wide as they would go. The wet sounds they made were obscene and incredibly arousing. She moaned and pulsed around his tongue as it speared into her as deeply as it could. She tasted of late summer peaches and honey, impossibly sweet and slightly earthy. She was heaven.
He groaned his pleasure as she locked her fingers in his hair and held him still as she rocked against his lips. He let her use him and loved every second of it. He realized how close she was already when he dipped the tip of one thumb into her tight, wet sheath. She was so damned tight and dripped with need.
He listened as her breathing caught and the pitch of her vocalizations changed. Just when the time was right, Gideon pulled back, growling in delight at the stinging tug of her fingers in his hair when he did so.
“No!” Caroline sobbed. “Don’t! Don’t stop—don’t—” Her words died on a scream of relief as he shoved inside of her to the hilt, filling and stretching her to her limit. She was so ready, so slick, so primed, her body offered no resistance other than to welcome him with the most sinfully delicious embrace.
Immediately, he began to pump his hips in deep, claiming thrusts. He held her thighs wide, offering him an uninhibited view of his body claiming hers again and again. It took only three strokes and Caroline was clawing at the bedsheets and tossing her rose-gold head, her body clamping down on his.
