Impeccable, p.9
Impeccable, page 9
Evie straddled his thighs as she wrapped her hand around his shaft once more. Pushing back his foreskin, she ran her thumb over the tip, feeling the moisture there. She’d already placed a sponge inside herself so she wouldn’t have to ask him to pull out of her body.
“Another time, I’ll take you in my mouth and suck you until you come. Would you like that?”
He stared up at her, his eyes slitted. “I will like everything and anything you wish to do to me.”
“What I want is to ride you.”
“Can I touch you first? Your sex, I mean.”
She took his hand and pressed it at the apex of her sheath. “This is the clitoris. It’s where I feel the most pleasure. There’s friction against it when we come together. You can also use your hand.”
“What about when you masturbate? What do you do?” He smiled briefly. “Perhaps I shouldn’t assume you pleasure yourself.”
“Of course I do.” It was how she found the most pleasure. Until now, perhaps. “I even have implements I can use to help.”
“Will you show me sometime?”
“If you’d like.” An image of him using one of them on her, of him bringing her to orgasm brought a fresh flood of desire. “Rub your fingers against me there.” She showed him how.
The heel of his hand brushed against her pelvis as he worked his fingers on her. “What about me putting my mouth on you? I understand that is pleasurable?”
“Usually.” If the gentleman knew what he was doing.
“You can show me how another time. The more I touch you, the more I think about tasting you.” His finger slid lower. “You’re wet.”
She couldn’t help smirking. “Quite. That comes with arousal and will make our coupling that much more enjoyable.” She’d learned over the years to use things to help with lubrication when necessary, which in her line of work had been not infrequent.
He moved even lower on her sex, his finger sliding slightly into her sex. Her muscles clenched, and she nearly pressed down to take him inside her. She also moaned softly.
“You like that?”
“Yes. I’d like more. Put your finger inside me.” She looked into his eyes, and their gazes held as he did what she said.
He stroked into her, slowly, and her eyes narrowed with an equal slowness as her hips rocked forward. He did it again, moving a bit faster.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Somehow, he knew to rub his thumb against her clitoris as he thrust again. Evie cried out, bracing one hand on his chest.
“Faster?” he asked.
“And harder. Two fingers, please.”
He complied, pushing two fingers deep into her sex as he continued to work her clitoris. Her orgasm was so close. She pulled his hand away. “It’s time,” she rasped.
Scooting up over his thighs, she clasped his cock and positioned herself over him. She carefully took him into her sheath, lowering her hips until her thighs met his hips.
When he was fully seated inside her, she paused, her body accommodating to him. “How does that feel?” she asked, that power she’d felt earlier surging through her once more.
His eyes were closed, the muscles of his neck and jaw strained. “I don’t know that I can describe it. You feel so good around me. I think I could die now and have no regrets.”
Evie laughed. “I can only imagine how you’ll feel when you come.” She began to move, slowly rocking her hips against him.
He moaned low and deep, his eyes opening the slightest bit. “Evie,” he breathed, whispering her name over and over as he clasped her hips.
“I’m going slowly at first,” she said. “But I’ll go faster. And faster.” She picked up her pace, grinding down hard to feel the friction of him against her clitoris. Sensation streaked outward from that very point, and she was suddenly moving at a greater speed, her body desperate for release.
She’d wanted to control this, to bring him to a magnificent orgasm. But she found herself unable to keep herself in check. Her body was suddenly frenzied to reach that pinnacle that so often eluded her, especially at this moment of connection.
“Gregory, I can’t—” She whimpered as she bent over him and surrendered to her desire.
Again, he somehow knew precisely what to do. He moved one hand to grasp her breast and the next thing she felt was his mouth on her nipple, his teeth and tongue pulling on her flesh.
She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her entire reality splintered as lights danced behind her eyes and her body quivered with release. He kept moving, his hips thrust up as his cock continued to spear into her, drawing out her orgasm and making her cry out in frantic desperation.
“Evie? Is this the moment?”
She felt his thighs clench and found the ability to move again, riding him fast until she felt him stiffen. “Yes, Gregory. Come now. Give me all of you.”
Falling forward, she kissed him, cupping the side of his head as she stroked her tongue into his mouth. He clutched her backside as his movements began to slow. She tore her mouth from his, allowing him to cry out over and over.
Evie smiled against his cheek, the pleasure of seeing and feeling his joy as satisfying as her own release. Which she’d enjoyed while he was inside her. That almost never happened.
She pulled her hips up until he slid from her body, then moved to his side. Her heart was still trying to find its regular rhythm. He turned toward her and kissed her forehead, her cheek. “Thank you. That was an extraordinary gift.”
“You have no regrets, then?” She snuggled against him, content to revel in this moment in a way she never had before.
“Absolutely none. I hope you don’t either.”
She shook her head, her throat tight. She slipped her arm over him and held him close. She didn’t ever want to let him—or this serenity—go.
Chapter 7
Gregory stirred and became instantly aware of the warm body beside him. What a new and wholly pleasing experience. He blinked his eyes open and turned his head. She was precisely how he envisioned she would be in sleep—perfection. He gently stroked this thumb from the corner of her mouth to her temple.
They might be warm in the bed, but the chamber had chilled. He glanced at the fire, which had diminished to smoldering embers. It was still dark, but then the nights were long. Whatever the time, he decided to slip from the bed and rebuild the fire.
Before doing so, he kissed Evie’s brow, murmuring, “Be back directly.”
She sighed softly, and he smiled to himself. This was the happiest he’d been since his father had died. Perhaps the happiest he’d been in his entire life.
His body twitched as a chill passed over him. Moving quickly, he built the fire up, his mind drifting to last night when he’d arrived. Evie had been nervous. He found that somewhat flattering. He’d expected to feel anxious, but he’d only felt a joyful anticipation. And everything had exceeded his imagination.
As he made his way back to the bed, he saw that Evie’s eyes were open. “You’re awake,” he said.
“Barely. I was enjoying the view as you worked.”
He chuckled as he slid back into the bed. “I’m glad.”
She moved close to him and gasped. “You’re so cold!” Immediately, she began to rub her hands over him. Then she pressed her chest to his, giving him her heat.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. “Thank you. For everything. It—and you—were astonishing.”
“Do you regret waiting so long?” she asked, nuzzling her head beneath his chin.
“Not at all. Last night was perfect. I couldn’t have dreamed of anything more. I think I was meant to wait for you.”
She stiffened briefly, and he wondered what he’d said to trouble her. “This is a temporary affair, Gregory.” She spoke slowly, quietly.
“I know.” Even though it made him sad. He would take what he could. She was worth any time they had together—and the heartache he would suffer when it was over. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I confess I would be quite happy to extend our time together past what you originally discussed. I am incredibly grateful for this connection we’ve made, for however long it lasts.”
A look of mild amusement passed over her features. “Are you always so optimistic?”
“Usually, yes. My mother used to call me Sir Cheerful.”
Evie giggled. “Sir Cheerful. My goodness, but that is sweet. You must miss her.”
“I do. What of your parents? You’ve never mentioned them.”
“I don’t remember my father at all. He died when I was very young. My memories of my mother are vague. I know she loved me.” She tipped her head toward his chest. “But she was sad after losing my father.”
Gregory held her closer. “I’m sorry to hear that. How did you manage after losing your parents so young?”
“Family cared for us.”
He wanted to know more, but wouldn’t press. He sensed she didn’t like to discuss her family too deeply. “My father was devastated when my mother died. It gives me peace to know they are together now.”
“Yes, I think you simply must find the best view of everything,” she murmured. “What a charming attribute, Sir Cheerful.” She kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, and he went instantly hard. Not that it had taken much, for he’d been in a state of half arousal since returning to the bed with her. She seemed to notice, because her brows arched. “Perhaps I should call you Sir Ready.”
“It’s still the middle of the night,” he said. “We should go back to sleep.”
Her hand moved down over his backside, then over his hip to caress his cock. “Why? We’re here, and it would be a shame to let this go to waste.” Her eyes narrowed seductively, and he was lost.
He kissed her, pressing her back into the mattress as she stroked him. She nipped at his lip, then kissed him again and again, short, sensual kisses that enflamed his desire. He followed her lead, using his teeth and tongue to explore her mouth. She gripped his nape with her other hand, holding him fast.
Wanting more of her, he moved his lips along her jaw, then down her neck. “Yes,” she rasped, urging him to continue his survey of her body. As he moved his head down, she released his cock. Her other hand remained on his head, guiding him to her breast, where he took her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked. He fondled her other breast as she arched up, letting out soft mewls of pleasure.
After lavishing equal attention with his hands and mouth on both breasts and thrilled to feel her body quivering beneath him, Gregory moved lower, trailing his tongue from between her breasts to her navel. She writhed at his touch as he caressed her sides and hips. He brought his hand over her thigh and gently stroked her sex. She was as wet as earlier. He licked his lips as the urge to taste her nearly overwhelmed him.
“Can I put my mouth here?” He ran his finger from her clitoris down into her folds.
She parted her legs. “Yes.”
“Tell me what to do.” His body shook with need, not for himself, but with the breathtaking desperation to give her pleasure. He wanted to hear her cry his name, to come apart in his embrace.
“What do you want to do?”
“Lick you. Suck you.”
“Do it. All of it. Use your lips, your tongue, your fingers.”
Her words only fed his arousal. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong or that you don’t like?”
“You won’t.”
He couldn’t help smiling. “You sound confident.”
“I have every faith in you.” She tangled her hand in his hair and pressed him against her.
Needing no further urging, he tentatively licked her clitoris. She exhaled sharply. Emboldened, he used his thumb to part her sex and lick where she was most wet. Her fingers dug into his scalp.
She’d said to lick and suck. He sucked her clitoris next, provoking her to buck her hips from the mattress. Smiling, he did it again, but harder. She’d also said to use his fingers. He knew she liked it when he put them inside her, so he did that, using just one at first. Her muscles clenched around him, just as they’d done when his cock was inside her earlier. His body throbbed in response. He wanted to give her pleasure, but the wonderfully surprising truth was that this gave him just as much ecstasy.
Removing his finger, he thrust his tongue into her. She arched up, her hips remaining elevated. He moved his hand to her backside, cupping the globe of one soft cheek. She moaned his name over and over, and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He continued his feast, licking and sucking until she began to move wildly against him. Her thighs settled on his shoulders, pinning him to her sex, but there was nowhere else he would rather have been.
He felt her muscles clench—thighs, buttocks, sex—and knew her release was close. He drove deep with his tongue and stroked her clitoris with a feverish pace. She made a thoroughly animalistic sound and shuddered around him. He didn’t leave her, not until her body began to settle from her orgasm.
“My God,” she breathed, her hand still clasping his head as she sprawled beneath him, seemingly spent. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
It was impossible not to feel a burst of pride at her question. Or perhaps it was just that he’d never felt so amazing in his entire life. He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Never.”
He almost added that he feared she was ruining him for other women, but decided that would dampen the mood. She’d made it clear this was temporary, which meant for him, there would be other women. Would there be other men for her?
Rolling to his side next to her, he asked, “Have you had other affairs?”
She glanced toward him, her eyes half-closed. “I’d rather not answer that.”
“Fair enough.”
Turning toward him, she opened her eyes completely. “You truly never considered losing your virginity before you met me?”
“Until you, the idea hadn’t entered my mind.”
“You’ve never lusted after anyone else?”
“My body has felt desire, or at least the need to be satisfied.” He gestured toward his still-hard cock. “I’ve had to deal with this for a very long time.”
She frowned exaggeratedly before smiling. “Poor thing. Shall we help it along?”
“We should sleep. I just exhausted you.”
“Hardly. If you’re ready for another lesson, I’m more than game. This time, you’ll be on top. If you want.”
He wanted anything she was willing to give. “Show me what to do.”
“Kneel between my legs.”
When he was in position, she stroked his cock. He closed his eyes briefly and surrendered to her touch. It would be so easy to let himself come like this. But then he’d make a mess all over her. Something about that actually made him harder. Would she mind?
“We’re going to guide you into me together. Put your hand on mine.”
He wrapped his fingers around hers. She scooted down toward him, and they slid him into her tight sheath. Gripping his hips, she arched up, encouraging him to push deep.
“Yes, like that.” She moaned softly. “You can stay like that, or you can come forward, so our chests are touching. If you do that, I’ll wrap my legs around you.”
“Which do you prefer?” He liked the sound of her legs around him.
“I’d like to feel as much of you as possible.”
He felt precisely the same. “I won’t crush you?”
She shook her head as she moved her hips. “Go as slow or fast as you like.”
“I assume fast is preferable.”
“Not always. Sometimes slow can be incredibly intoxicating.”
His throat went dry as he listened to her talk about such things. He realized he wouldn’t be able to walk away from her without trying everything she said. “Then I’ll see what feels good.”
Her lips spread in a gorgeous smile as her gaze met his. “Yes, that is always the best plan. Now move. Please,” she added sweetly.
He leaned over her until her breasts grazed his chest. Gasping softly, he brushed her hair back from her cheek and kissed her there. She turned her head and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Then she wrapped her legs around him, and he nearly spent himself.
Grasping hold of what little control he possessed, he thrust into her, slowly at first. She moved with him, her hips rocking into his. He braced his hand beside her head and had to stop kissing her to catch his breath.
He began to stroke faster as their bodies became slick with perspiration. Her hands moved over his back and down to his backside, where she squeezed his flesh.
“Faster, Gregory,” she whispered near his ear, her tongue sweeping over his lobe. “Harder. Make me yours.”
“You are mine.” He lifted his head and looked into her face, but her eyes were closed. “Look at me, Evie.” She opened her eyes. “You are mine. For now, and for as long as we agreed. Mine.”
He’d never felt such a stark sense of possession, of absolute dominion.
Her eyes narrowed and she put one of her hands on his cheek. “Yes. And you are mine. For now.” She lifted her hips and urged him to set a wilder pace. “Take me.”
He kissed her again, pouring all the apparently repressed lust he had into her. Into them and this moment. He let go of his control and plunged into her with relentless strokes. She cried out, her fingernails lightly scoring his back. “Yes, Gregory. Come now!” She shuddered beneath him, her muscles squeezing his cock.
Shouting her name, he surrendered to his orgasm. That first time with her had been a revelation and this was no different. He felt as though he were seeing the world and breathing its air for the very first time.
He collapsed over her, panting and hearing her do the same. “That was astonishing. But then, so was last time.”
“I must agree,” she said softly.
There was something in her tone that made him lift his head and look at her face. She looked rather blissful, her eyes closed and her mouth spread in a closed but beatific smile. He was so glad he could please her as much as she pleased him.
