Page 84 of The Virgin Who Vindicated Lord Darlington
“Ah God, sweetheart, you’re so…”
Cecilia never found out what she was, but it didn’t matter, because he was easing her back against the bed, his legs tangling with hers, one thick, hard thigh settling between hers as he moved over her, so close, but careful not to crush her with his weight.
“You need to be kissed everywhere. Every inch of you. Here.” He dropped a tiny kiss at one corner of her mouth, then the other. “Here,” he went on, raining sweet, open-mouthed kisses on her eyelids and cheeks, the pulse point at her throat. “And here,” he whispered, scraping his teeth lightlyover her neck.
“Gideon.” Cecilia squirmed when his teeth closed over her earlobe, but her surprised gasp turned to a moan as he tugged gently, his warm breath in her ear as he toyed and played with her sensitive flesh. She sank her hands into his hair, wringing a hungry groan from his lips with each tug on the thick, dark strands.
When she couldn’t stand his teasing any longer, Cecilia guided his head gently down, down, down until his cheek was resting over her heart. “Kiss me here, Gideon,” she whispered, bringing his hand to the curveof her breast.
He let out a soft groan before cupping her breast in his palm. “You’re so pretty here, love, so perfect,” he murmured as he teased her nipple with his thumb, dragging it back and forth across the tender nub until it hardened and darkened to a deep pink, the blushing tip easily visible under the thin covering of her night rail. He pulled back to gaze down at her, his breath ragged, seemingly mesmerized by her breasts, by her nipple straining for his caresses. “Oh, yes, you need to be kissed here.” He licked his lips, hovering for a long, teasing moment over her before he leaned down and drew her nippleinto his mouth.
Cecilia gasped and sank her trembling fingers into his hair to hold him against her. Dear God, his mouth was so hot, so insistent as he sucked and licked at her. He dallied there for long, breathless moments, wetting the fabric of her night rail before drawing back to gaze at her with hot blue eyes. He hung over her, a red flush across his cheekbones. “God, look at you, love, so hard, straining for me. Do you like mymouth on you?”
“Yes. Please.” She urged him back down to her breasts, crying out when he took her deep into the heated cavern of his mouth again, suckling and drawing mercilessly on one nipple while he stroked the other with his thumb. This exquisite torture went on and on until both her nipples were flushed and peaked for him, and Cecilia was squirming against the bed, unable to contain her breathless cries and whimpers.
She might have blushed at her wantonness if Gideon hadn’t been as wild as she was. By the time he relinquished her breasts with one last lingering stroke with his tongue, he was moving against her, thrusting subtly. His chest was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and his breaths sawed in and out of his chest. He didn’t appear aware he was doing it, his hips moving in mindless, desperate arousal until she reached down between them and, with one careful flick of her fingers, slipped open the buttons on his breeches.
He froze then, swallowing. “Cecilia, are you sure you’re…is thiswhat you want?”
She smiled and reached up to tug gently on a disheveled lock of his dark hair. He looked so young and boyish with it falling into his eyes, and it was so soft, she wanted to play with it forever, to wake up with her fingers buried in those thick waves. “Yes. I wantyou, Gideon.” She didn’t hesitate, but took his hand and dragged it down her thigh to the hem of her night rail, and closed his fingers around it.
He paused just long enough to draw in a deep breath before he caught a handful of the fragile linen and drew it up her legs, the fluttering cloth tickling her belly and dragging across her tender nipples before he drew it over her head and tossed it over the side of the bed.
Cecilia fell back against the pillows with a shy smile as Gideon gazed down at her, his breath not quite steady as he took her in with feverish blue eyes. “Is that a blush, sweetheart?” A soft smile crossed his lips as he touched gentle fingers to her cheek. “Here, and here, too.” He followed the sweep of pink from her face down her neck, his smile fading as it swept over her breasts and lower, lower…
“Such perfect skin,” he murmured as he splayed his big hand over her lower belly. “So soft and white, but for that sweet blush.”
Cecilia couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, could only gaze up at him, mesmerized by his murmurs and the gentle stroke of his hands over her skin. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, touching her everywhere—her neck and shoulders, the tender skin under her breasts, the soft swell of her belly, until at last his hands settled on the inside of her thighs and he eased them gently apart.
He caught his breath as he looked at her center, his big, strong hands holding her open for his gaze. Cecilia felt her blush deepen, but it never occurred to her to try and cover herself, or push him away. Shewantedhim to look at her,wantedto see the desire in his eyes as he gazed down at her.
“God, look at you, so pink and beautiful here.” He toyed with the dark curls between her thighs, his blue eyes hot, and then, before Cecilia realized what he meant to do, he brushed his thumb over her damp center.
“Ah!” She arched underneath him as heat pooled in her belly.
Gideon’s gaze darted to her face, and a small smile rose to his lips. “Yes, that’s right. No, don’t do that, sweetheart.” Cecilia had pressed the back of her hand against her mouth to smother her cries, but he reached up and tugged it gently away. “I want to hear you cry out for me.”
Cecilia’s blush seared her skin. She didn’t know whether it was embarrassment or arousal, but when Gideon took both her wrists in his hand and drew them over her head, she kept them there, and soon enough whatever embarrassment she felt gave way to a desire unlike anything she’d ever known before.
Gideon dragged his thumb through her folds again, then again, watching her face and crooning to her as he slowlydrove her mad.
His touch was light at first, soft—just the tip of his thumb brushing against the tender bud at her center, but as her soft moans grew desperate, he touched her with more deliberation, circling the straining nub over and over again, teasing and stroking it, his touch still maddeningly light, but faster now. “You look so beautiful like this, Cecilia.So wet for me.”
Small, helpless cries tore from Cecilia’s lips as he increased the pressure, his slippery fingers working her, gliding over her center. Her hips began to move in the same rhythm as his hands, chasing his touch until a low growl rumbled in his chest.
Cecilia cried out in protest when he withdrew his hand, leaving her open and throbbing for his touch. “No!” She tried to grab his wrist, but he was already lying flat on his stomach on the bed. She felt his hot breath drift over her aching core, and his palms against the insides of her thighs. “Open wider for me, sweetheart,” he demanded, his voice harsh and tight. “Yes, like that. That’s what I want.”
A fleeting thought flew through Cecilia’s head—that she would have given him anything he asked for at that moment, anything he wanted, but it was gone again in an instant when she felt something fluttering against her…there…a soft tickle, the flick of the tip of his tongue, quickly, once, then again, and then…God, over and over again, teasing and stroking and making her wild for him, her hips arching to get closer to histeasing mouth.
She whimpered and moaned and cried out for him, and Gideon gave her what she wanted, what she needed, and more—all the things she didn’t know she wanted, didn’t know she needed. His hot, panting breaths, his tongue and lips, kissing and nibbling and sucking at her, his low, crooning voice telling her how beautiful and perfect she was, and urging her to take what she needed, take her pleasure…
Then she was falling, tumbling over the edge into a bliss she’d never known before, sharp and sweet at once, and Gideon stayed with her, his hands holding her hips to the bed as he took her through the delirium, his mouth gentling and slowing as the peak passed and the knot inside her unraveled, slow and so sweet, until she was lying boneless against the bed, half dazed, Gideon’s head resting on her belly, and her hands in his hair.
It was some time before Cecilia came back to herself, but at last her breathing calmed, and she was able to raise her head. Gideon looked up when he felt her shift, and a satisfied smile curved his lips when he saw her face. “Are you…was that all right?”
An incredulous laugh left Cecilia’s lips, and she gave his hair a playful tug. “Was it all right? It was a good deal better than all right, although I may never move again.”
Gideon’s smile widened, as if he was pleased to find he’d rendered her comatose. He lifted his head from her belly as she held out her arms to him, and he shimmied up the bed to gather her close. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, then eased her head against his chest. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
