“I can put my mouth on you too?” she asked, recalling what he’d said and more than excited by the prospect.
“If you want to.” His voice was a bit higher than normal. “Here.” He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her how to stroke him from base to tip and back again. On the third time down, she pointed her finger and swept it along the soft sac beneath.
“You can cup them.” He sounded like he was clenching his teeth.
She didn’t look up to verify if that was true for she was far too engrossed in her task. With each stroke, he seemed to surge against her. A drop of wetness gathered at the tip. Apparently they could both be wet—she knew he would be later, when he released his seed.
“You can also move faster,” he murmured, his voice low and coarse. “If you like. But that will send me to the brink.”
“Will it?” She glided her hand around him with more speed then cupped his balls. Pitching her head down, she breathed against his tip. “And my mouth should do the same?”
“Yes.” He pressed on her head, urging her forward.
She licked him, a slow, languid glide around the head and down the underside along a thick vein. Curling her hand around the base, she brought her mouth back up then sucked him along her tongue.
He swore violently, his hand tugging her hair. “Go slow. Please. I won’t last if you don’t.”
He hadn’t guided her wrong yet, so she did as he asked and swallowed his length with a slow glide before easing back once more. She did this more times than she could count, tasting the salt of him on her tongue.
“Anne, I can come in your mouth or I can shag you. Which do you want? And decide quickly.”
She released him and looked up into the strained contours of his face. “Can’t I have both?”
“Not today.”
“Which do you want?” She continued to stroke him with her hand.
Wordlessly, he stripped the rest of his clothes away then did the same for her, nearly tearing her petticoat in the process of wresting it from her body. She helped him with the chemise and had barely cast it away before he picked her up and rotated her on the bed.
He knelt on the mattress and moved between her legs, his gaze sweeping over her body. His lids drooped as his head came down and he claimed her mouth. She arched up from the bed, eager for his touch. He cupped her breast and toyed with her nipple, pinching and tugging as their kisses, hot and wet, grew shorter and more desperate.
Panting, they explored each other, their hands moving eagerly over heated flesh. He swept his fingertips down her side and clasped her hip. She splayed her palms on his back and moved them down until she found the curve of his backside. When his hand moved between her thighs, she held her breath. Her sex, already sensitive, ached for him.
He moved his hips, and his cock was against her, nestled at her sheath. He stroked her clitoris, stirring her desire, before he guided himself into her.
“Breathe, Anne. I’m going to go very slowly.”
He did. Even more slowly than she’d done when she’d had him in her mouth. She wanted him inside her completely, but as her flesh stretched to accommodate him, she realized this was for the best.
It didn’t hurt, but there was a tenderness. Of course there would be. She’d never done this before. “I’m so glad this is you,” she said softly, cupping his nape.
He looked into her eyes. “Thank you. For this gift—for you.” He slid completely into her then, or so she thought because she felt incredibly full. Brushing her hair back from her face, he ran his thumb over her forehead. It was such a sweet, caring gesture, and again she was aware of the stark intimacy between them, of knowing and feeling someone in a way she never had before. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Is this…all?”
He chuckled and gave her a swift kiss. “No. This is just the beginning. Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, curling her thighs against his.
“Higher,” he said. “Around my waist.”
Oh, that was better. She thought she was full before, but he seemed to slide even deeper. “Oh Lord,” she breathed.
“Lord Bodyguard,” he said with a smile just before he began to move.
He withdrew and thrust into her again, still moving incredibly slowly. She felt his body quiver, sensed the power that he kept under a tight rein. Though she’d never experienced this, she knew when he moved more quickly, they would both get where they wanted to be—to the brink as he’d said before when he’d cautioned her against going too fast.
She swept her hand down his back and settled her palm on his backside. “Are you going to speed up?”
“Siren,” he breathed. He did go faster, but only incrementally. “We’re doing this my way. Next time, you can be in control.”
Next time. And there would be a next time because they were getting married.
Joy and pleasure crashed over her at the same time. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the lead of his body. As he eventually moved faster and faster, the pressure inside her built. Until she quite suddenly plunged completely into ecstasy. Her sex tightened, and she gripped him with her legs and hands lest she lose herself completely.
She just began to rise to the surface when he cried out and drove into her. He kissed her neck and throat as she cast her head back and held him to her. He thrust a few more times, his body shuddering. She swept his hair back from his forehead and kissed his temple.
When his body stilled, he fell to the side, gathering her against his chest and bringing her with him. Stroking his arm, she listened to his breathing even out. He slid from her body and rolled to his back, holding her to his side.
“That was quite lovely,” she said, smiling as she put her hand on his chest. “Next time, I get to control things? I can’t quite envision how that can happen with you…doing what you do.”
“Well, you can tell me exactly what you want and what to do. You’ve never had a problem with that before.”
She laughed and felt his chest rumble gently beneath her hand.
“But I think maybe you’ll be on top, riding me.”
Pushing herself up on her elbow, she looked down at him. “Like a horse?”
“Somewhat. I can’t say because I don’t ride.”
She tried to envision it, straddling him with his cock inside her. Her legs would go around his hips. “Do you thrust up in that position?”
“Yes, but I can try not to, if you prefer.”
She thought of him moving beneath her and decided she wanted that very much. “I suppose I can’t say for certain right now, but the thought of you under me doing what you just did… I can hardly wait, honestly.”
He cupped her face and pulled her down for a long, lingering kiss. “You are an astonishing woman, Anne.”
“When will the wedding be? I suppose you’ll need to write to my father.” She made a face.
“You’re of age.”
She was, but it was the right thing to do. “Yes. We don’t need his permission. We must have the banns read, however.” She calculated in her head. “We can marry any time after the twenty-fifth.” She frowned. “That’s so far away.”
“It’s not as if you won’t see me before then.”