He gave another groan and shifted against her.
“Nye, you said—”
“Everything hurts,” he explained curtly.
Which didn’t explain his erection she thought with annoyance, but she was too much of a lady to point that out. Which the brute was probably counting on, she thought, gritting her teeth. Fine! If he could ignore it, so could she. She moved her head, resting her cheek against his shoulder and tried not to jump when his hand came to rest familiarly on her rump.
“Nye,” she frowned.
“Don’t suppose I could persuade you to take this damnable nightgown off?”
“Certainly not!” she huffed indignantly.
He sighed, cursing under his breath. Then his hand moved, she heard a rustle and when it slid back it was against her bare skin.
“Nye!”
“Just give me this,” he muttered. “I’m in agony.”
“It’s your own fault, if you will partake in such brutal sports” she tutted. “I have no sympathy for you.”
“You’re a hard woman,” he said, and she jumped when his thumb stroked over her backside in an idle caress. “But you do have a nice arse,” he added thickly.
“You are the most aggravating man, Will Nye!”
“And extremely nice breasts,” he added appreciatively.
“Stop it!”
“If you had any Christian charity, you’d take this bloody thing off and let me feel them bare against my chest.”
She gasped. “You’re an utter disgrace!” she said angrily, raising her head from his shoulder. She couldn’t really make out his face in the dark, but she could have sworn she could see his eyes gleaming beneath her. And he was definitely hard against her thigh now. “You said all you wanted to do was sleep!” she pointed out.
“I do,” he groaned. “But now I need a quick tumble to take the edge off.”
“Well there are plenty of whores around, so I suggest you go and find one!” she retorted angrily with a directness that shocked even her. Of course, if he had done any such thing, she was uncomfortably aware she would have hit the roof. What was going on with her these days? She struggled to rise up off him, but it was futile.
“I don’t want one of them,” he said huskily and suddenly his hands were at her neckline, roughly yanking the thin cotton until a loud rent was heard.
“Nye!” she gasped feeling the cool night air against her bare breasts. Then his mouth was there, wet, and lascivious. He sucked the tip of one breast until he had taken as much of it into his mouth as possible and moaned around it loudly.
Mina gasped, her hands clutching at the pillows behind him as he pinched and plucked her other nipple, his hands roaming over the big, soft globes of her breasts, rubbing and stroking them, as his tongue licked over and underneath and between the valley as he switched from one to the other in indecent worship. “Nye!” she whimpered as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue making her whole body jolt in reaction. “Oh God!”
“Mmmm, that’s it, comfort me,” he groaned against her wet flesh.
To her horror, she realized she was now fully astride him, writhing against his muscular stomach as he suckled and nursed at her full breasts in turn. It was so wrong, she thought distractedly, as she shifted over his hot mouth, pushing her other breast forward for his attention. Sucking in a shuddering breath, she was glad it was dark, so he couldn’t see her wantonness!
“Take the rail,” he growled, releasing her breast before fastening greedily on the other.
“What?”
He seized one of her hands and pushed it toward the iron headboard.
“Grab a hold of it,” he growled. “With both hands.”
Mina groped blindly for the metal headboard as he reached down and roughly tugged the remains of her poor mauled nightgown out of his way. Then she felt his thumb stroke over the most private hair between her legs, making her shiver. His cock was standing firm against her buttocks now, rubbing against her for attention.
“Are you wet, Mina?” he asked hoarsely. She watched him run his tongue over his full bottom lip, as his fingers slid into the warm folds of her quivering cleft. Mina’s fingers gripped hard around the brass rail of the headboard. “Nye!” she gasped again, and he gave a satisfied growl. “Drenched,” he said tracing her slit as he coated his fingers in her moisture. “I want you to ride me.”
“What?” Even as her shocked words burst forth, he slid two fingers deep inside her, making her eyes water even as she clamped down on him. “Oh Nye!”
“Hmmm,” he hummed, throwing back his head to look up at her face. “I always forget what a sweet little pussy you have. Far too sweet for such an obstinate woman.” He moved his fingers and she squirmed at the sensation coiling in her loins. “Ohhh!”
“I bet I could make you come from this alone,” he mused, pumping his fingers, but even as she undulated against the firm stroke, his hand halted. “No,” he said as she suppressed a groan of disappointment. “I want you wild and wanton for it.”
“What? I don’t...”
He shifted again underneath her until she felt his rampant shaft between her legs, hard and urgent. “That’s it,” he grunted as he aligned the tip against her slit.
“But... I don’t—”
“You do the work this way, as I’m too banged up.” The fingers of one hand spread her open as the other grabbed her thigh, guiding her down over his staff. Mina bit her lip and groaned as the thick head pushed into her where she ached and throbbed.
“Nye,” she groaned as he eased into her inch by inch. “It’s—it’s too much.”
He gave a husky laugh. “You can take me,” he said, tugging on her thigh and pushing his hips forward. He spoke the truth, for she felt him lodged there firmly before his hands came to grab her buttocks and urge her forward onto his cock. She tried to stifle the satisfied moan that rose to her lips as he slid deeper. She could not manage to suppress it when he slid the last couple of inches home. Luckily, he drowned it out with his own loud grunt. “Yesss!”
He dropped back against the pillows with a sharp exclamation. “Woman, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”
Mina’s hands dropped from the rail to either side of his head on the pillows. The bed shuddered as she felt him reach up instead to seize the metal frame with his hands. “Ride me,” he groaned. “Now.”
“I don’t—”
“Yes, you do. Move your hips,” he ground out, sounding in pain. “Use me.”
Mina blinked down at him. She felt so full at this angle, she was a little concerned she might do herself a mischief. She bounced forward experimentally, and he groaned. Re-settling her knees against the mattress, she rose up and then sank back down on him. She couldn’t help crying out at the thrilling sensation of propelling herself like this on him.
“Harder,” he grunted.
Mina repeated the action with more vigor this time. “Are you sure this isn’t hurting you?” she panted when she heard his ragged breathing as she rose and fell, rose and fell against him. She could feel her own bliss approaching, climbing up her spine as she arched her back and ground down against him in a steady rhythm.