Instead of climbing onto the divan, Harrison knelt on the floor by her legs. He lifted her foot, unlaced her shoe and removed it. Then he did the same with the other boot, leaving her in stockinged feet. Slipping his hands under her backside, he jerked her to the edge of the divan, putting her at a slight angle. “Open your legs.”
This was unexpected. “Why?”
“Like I said, I can’t wait to taste you.”
Maybe you’ll get really lucky and he’ll lick between your legs.
Was this what Nellie had meant?
Biting her lip, Maddie fought a wave of self-consciousness and parted her thighs. Air washed over the hot skin, and he stared down at the bare flesh exposed by the slit in her drawers as if fascinated by it, his face alarmingly close to her quim. Just as she started to grow nervous, he bent his head and his warm breath ghosted over her, then his tongue touched her center. “Oh,” she said, the intimacy and pleasure of it shocking her.
Bolder, he pressed kisses to her flesh as he explored, nuzzling and caressing her, before he dragged the flat of his tongue through her folds, licking every bit of her. She trembled, her lids falling closed, and he moaned, the long rumble vibrating against her skin. “Christ. I have died and gone to heaven.”
It felt like the other way around, as if eternal bliss resided in that swollen, wet place and he’d unlocked it. With a few swipes of his tongue, he’d caused her entire body to shiver in ecstasy. What would happen if he continued? Would she combust?
He laved at her, tasting the wetness gathered at her entrance, then working his way to the tiny bundle of nerves atop her sex. Lust rolled over her in waves, building, doubling and tripling, until she was panting, her head thrashing on the divan. It was both too much and not enough. Then he sucked the bud into his mouth, nursing and flicking it with his tongue, and her body drew as tight as a wire, her blood thrumming with indescribable sensation.
Her nails clawed at the fabric, muscles clenching as he pushed her higher, his mouth unrelenting, giving and giving until the crest was upon her. The climax ripped through her lower half, her mouth hanging open as a long moan escaped her throat. It went on and on, an explosion of white sparks that popped and shimmered under her skin.
When she finally came down the other side, he eased up, still gently licking as if savoring her. His eyes traveled the length of her body, until he met her gaze, his blue depths bright with lust. “Did you like that?” he murmured.
She nodded, unsure she could form words just yet.
“Good. Then let me do it again.”
Chapter Seventeen
Harrison could not believe his excellent fortune. The woman he’d wanted forever—now his wife—was here, nearly naked before him, the taste of her arousal bursting on his tongue. Even failing to ruin his family, he could die a happy man.
The woman was gorgeous. Long limbs toned from exercise, soft skin and high round breasts that begged for his mouth and hands. She hadn’t been shy, either. It was clear she hadn’t much experience, but she didn’t hide from him. Trusted him to show her pleasure. She was a goddamn gift, one he would never take for granted.
He continued to taste her, reveling in her body’s response to his mouth. She had climaxed quickly, beautifully, leaving her limp and her cunt wet, and he couldn’t wait to repeat it.
“Again?” she breathed, coming up on her elbows. Her gaze was slightly unfocused and he had to bite back a smile.
“Yes, my delicious wife. Again.”
She shuddered, her chest heaving as she watched his mouth and tongue lick and suck, nip and kiss between her legs. It was his very favorite part of a woman’s body, so delicious and ripe, so full of secrets. He hoped Maddie never tired of allowing him to give her orgasms with his mouth.
Her clitoris was swollen and sensitive from her last climax, so he concentrated on her entrance and her lips, lapping gently. Taking one finger, he slid it partway inside her channel, nearly groaning at the feel of the tight warm clasp. His cock was painfully hard, and it jumped at the idea of sinking into all that snug heat.
Not yet. He wanted her ready. More than ready. Begging, actually. And it didn’t need to happen tonight. While he was dying to get inside her, they had years of fucking ahead of them. Months and days and hours of teasing each other, exploring, playing . . . just being together. If she needed time to come to terms with the physical side of their relationship, he didn’t mind. Eventually, she would crave this as much as he did.
“Oh, God. Harrison.”
She rocked her hips, pushing his finger in deeper, and he groaned into her skin. There was every chance he might spend in his trousers, like a lad, if she kept that up.
He left his finger inside, letting her adjust to the feeling, while he lightly circled her clitoris with his tongue. One of her hands found its way onto his head, holding him in place as he teased her. It didn’t take long until she was writhing beneath him, and he increased the pressure of his mouth just before inserting a second finger. A tight squeeze, but she accepted the added width after two pumps of his hand.
“I’m ready,” she breathed, her nails digging into his scalp. “Please, Harrison. I’m ready.”
He said nothing, just continued to work his fingers in and out of her channel as he laved at her. When her thighs began to quiver, he nursed on the bud of her sex, determined to drive her over the edge once more.
She jerked on his hair and he lifted his head. Wild eyes stared at him. “Now, please. I need you now.”
“We don’t need to do more than this tonight. Relax and let me make you feel good.”
That got her attention. “You don’t want to do more than this?”
“Of course I do.” He was so hard, the skin of his cock stretched so tight that it was actually painful. “But I can wait until you are ready.”
“I just told you I was ready.”
He laid his head on her thigh and smiled at her, his fingers continuing to work in and out of her body. “You’re not ready, sweetheart.”
A flash of annoyance crossed her face before she blinked at him. “What?”
“Mads, as of twenty minutes ago, you implied you would strangle me if I touched you tonight. Trust me, you are not ready.”
“But you’re touching me now.”
He bent to suck on her clitoris, and she gasped in the most appealing fashion. He smiled. “I am most definitely touching you.”
“You are being deliberately obtuse.”
“And if you can still speak in complete sentences, then I am not performing my husbandly duties properly.” He curled his fingers inside her, rubbing the spongy tissue on the upper wall of her vagina. Maddie’s entire body twitched and she let out a hoarse cry. He gave her a long lick in appreciation.
“Harrison, stop. Get undressed. I need you now.”
So commanding. He loved it. Still, he ignored her. Instead, he tried another finger, rewarded when her body accommodated the thickness. How many orgasms could he give her tonight? Four?
All of a sudden, she pushed his head away and struggled to sit up. He frowned at her. “Where are you going?”
“You are not listening to me.” She yanked one suspender off his shoulder, then reached for the other. “Clothes off.”