Page 56 of Redemption

The depth of that commitment set off fire alarms in his head, but he silenced them. In a leisurely fashion he briefly explored the valley between her rounded flesh. A faint floral scent filled his nostrils. It was as if she had been lying in a field of wildflowers at Melton Park. The sudden erotic image of seeing her naked in a bed of flowers made his body flex with tension. The pictures in his head aroused an intense need to assuage his desire for her this instant, but he held back.

Instinctively, he knew everything about their relationship going forward hinged on him putting her needs first. The men who’d used her had done so for their own gratification and nothing more. He needed to make her understand her needs and pleasure were just as important as his own were. His cock protested with a violent jerk as he strengthened his resolve not to give way to his desire. It tightened and stretched in retribution for his self-denial.

His mouth captured her nipple and teased it as he had the other. With a whimper of need, she bucked against him. The instant her hands slid downward to reach for his erection, he caught her hand and held it up over her head. When she froze beneath him he quickly released her and lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. Apprehension darkened the purple hue until her eyes were almost black. Keeping his touch gentle, he stroked the side of her face.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart,” he soothed. “I just want to focus on pleasing you without any distractions. And I confess that every time you touch me I’m definitely distracted.”

Surprise lightened her wary expression before she smiled slowly. It was a womanly smile that said she possessed the power at this moment in time. He was only grateful she didn’t realize precisely how much power she wielded over him already. A delicate flush of pink crested in her cheeks as she shook her head slightly.

“It would please me if we…I want you inside me.”

Her words pulled a groan out of him, and for a brief second he closed his eyes to battle the demons urging him to do as she asked. When he looked at her again, the puzzlement on her face tugged a wry smile to his mouth.

“There’s much more to pleasure than simply the act, my sweet.” The statement made his cock protest viciously. He swallowed hard then kissed her lightly. Her mouth tried to cling to his, but he quickly pulled away. The protest she murmured made him smile as he caressed the side of her jaw with his mouth then continued his way downward. His lips brushed across her breast and she drew in a sharp breath.

It was obvious she expected him to take her into his mouth. Instead he continued kissing his way downward to her waist then to her hip where he playfully nipped at her flesh. She yelped in surprise, and he chuckled at the sound before he soothed the area with this tongue. With each taste of her creamy skin, his desire strengthened exponentially. Silk couldn’t be any softer than every inch of her body.

Each curve and dip of her made his body ache with a craving that had already begun to blind him to everything but the scent, taste, and feel of her. His body roared angrily at his continued refusal to satisfy his desire, but he ignored the demands of his cock as he kissed the top of her thigh. The moment he kissed the inside of her leg she gasped. In a clear effort to prevent him from accessing the heart of her core, she tried to shift her body away from him. Ignoring her reaction to the intimate caress, his hand stroked its way up to the apex of her thighs where his fingers found the white heat of her.

“Dear Lord, Percy, surely you–”

Her protest died as a keening cry escaped her lips the instant his mouth nibbled at her silky folds. Hot and tangy, the first taste of her cream swept across his tongue. A low moan echoed above his head. The throaty sound became a sob of pleasure as he flicked his tongue across the small nub of flesh at the edge of her sex. In response to the deeply intimate caresses of his mouth, her body writhed beneath him, while he devoted his attention to the delicious taste and feel of her. As much as his body urged him to bury himself in the slick buttery feel of her, he held back. This moment of pleasure was for her and only her.