Page 106 of Notorious

She parted her lips, and he pushed inside. Her eyes widened when she realized the musky scent on his hand was hers—from the pleasure he’d given her during their earlier lovemaking.

He gave her a wicked grin. “You taste good, do you not?”

Her face flushed and, luckily, he didn’t seem to expect an answer.

“Cradle my finger with your tongue. Yes, that’s good,” he praised, wincing slightly. “Be careful with your teeth, both top and bottom.” He began to move his finger in and out, slowly. “Caress me with your lips and tongue, yes, suck me.” His expression was sensual and eager. “Your mouth is so unspeakably soft and hot. I cannot wait to fill it.”

Blood pounded in her ears at his words, his blissful expression, and his gently pulsing hips. He’d taken himself in hand again. The sight was so erotic it sent excruciating pleasure rippling through her body, the sensations pooling and swirling in her lower belly—in her sex. Was it possible to climax just from watching him and sucking his finger?

“I think you’re ready,” he murmured, his eyes lazy slits. “I know I am.”

She released his finger with a soft pop.

“Find a position that is comfortable.”

She lowered herself, her knees between his thighs, pushing his legs wider as she brought her face closer and closer, until she was mere inches away from his erect organ: it looked far too big to fit in her mouth without chafing him.

“Take me in your hand.”

She did.

“Explore and get the sense of me.”

Her mouth immediately went to the slick head. She tongued the small slit, and he groaned, his buttocks tightening and his hips pressing up—just as hers had.

She smiled, thrilled by his reaction, and ran her tongue around the underside of his flared head, fascinated by the growing moisture, which tasted mildly salty.

He tilted his chin down to look at her. “You are teasing me.”

She tongued the slit, and he jolted.

“I have created a monster.” His head dropped to the bed.

Drusilla laughed, heady with her newfound power.

* * *

Gabriel hadn’t been this hard in his life. His wife was inexperienced, but she made up for that with eager curiosity. He had to keep reminding himself this was the starchy, stern Miss Clare kneeling between his thighs. That it was her sharp, acerbic tongue and clever mouth that was laving and sucking. One of her hands stroked him with increasing skill while the other explored his pelvis, stomach, and, oh!, his nipple.

She chuckled against his stiff, slick flesh, her laughter echoing up his erection straight to his heart. He wanted to savagely thrust into her, to feel her throat tighten against the exquisitely sensitive skin, to fill her and to claim her in this manner, as well as every other.

Instead he lightly caressed a naked shoulder, her throat, her jaw, his fingers drifting to where she held him in her mouth. The feel of her lips stretching tight to accommodate his girth drove him beyond endurance.

“Come up here,” he growled, hooking his hands beneath her shoulders and pulling her off his far-too-excited cock. “Up on your knees, straddle my hips,” he said when she looked adorably confused.

“Was it not good?” she asked, wiping a wet sheen from her pouty lower lip with the tips of her fingers.

“It was very good, but I want you this way.”

Her eyebrows crept up her forehead and she looked down, realizing, apparently, that she was naked. She covered her breasts with her hands and then gasped as her fingers grazed her erect nipples, surprise and arousal on her face. So, his little sensualist had never fondled her pretty breasts. He would enjoy watching her discover them.

He took his cock and nudged it between her thighs. Once he was positioned, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down while thrusting up. Hard.

Her eyelids fluttered and her head dropped back. Gabriel took her hips in a punishing grip and drove them both to ecstasy.

* * *

“Gabriel?”