“Graham,” she gasped as his thumb glided over her nub of pleasure. The friction had her arching her hips more into his questing caress.
“Ah…that is it,” he praised. “How wet you are getting for me, my Callisto.”
She blushed at the sensual praise and the wanton way her legs had parted even wider.
“I am about to do something…alarming,” he murmured, lifting his head to meet her stare. “I am not a small man, and I need to join with you here.”
Apprehension reared its head as the memory of the thick stalk which had jutted from him. She wetted her lips. It had been far thicker than his fingers.
“How alarming?” she husked.
“I am going to kiss you…here,” he said, rubbin
g along her nubbin and folds. “You’ll get so wet for me, my sweet, so wet.” He closed his eyes on a harsh groan, and she surmised that her wetness was an agreeable thing.
“Yes,” she cried, needing the pleasure he promised.
He shifted lower and settled between her splayed thighs. The quick, heated lick across her folds ripped a wild cry from Callie as she processed the shock of terrible pleasure. He repeated his wicked, wicked caress. Her upper body came off the bed, only to have his hand flatten against her stomach, pressing her back as his lips covered her wet sex. He performed his devilish kiss several times until her body tensed, drawn tight as the pleasure built inside her until it broke, heat cascading through her.
Yet he did not stop. Tremors of ecstasy coursed through her body, and she bit into her lip to stop the cries wanting to erupt from her. He licked her deep, and Callie cried out and gripped his hair with strength. Everything seemed as if it was spiraling out of control. His tongue flicked, and then his teeth scraped against her nub of pleasure. He rose above her, spreading her thighs in one powerful motion. A blunt but promising pressure notched at her slick entrance.
“You’re so beautiful and responsive,” he murmured, his blue eyes glittering with emotions she could not decipher.
“I can’t help it,” she whispered in a half groan, needing him to fill her.
With a powerful surge, he entered her, and Callie cried out, gripping his shoulders. The pain was shocking, and she stiffened beneath him. A sob escaped her, and he pressed a soothing kiss atop her forehead.
“It will soon pass,” he promised, pressing a quick heated kiss on her mouth, distracting her from the awful pressure which had invaded her channel. She wanted to get his promise to never move, but soon her frantic thoughts were buried under the delight of his kisses.
Their mouths separated, and holding her gaze, her lover glided back and drove forward repeatedly, at times shallow, and then wonderfully hard and deep. Pleasure mingled with erotic pain, and she clasped his shoulders and hugged him to her as he did what he promised. He rode her, and it was such a wicked ride filling her with such wildness and bliss. Acting on the wanton urge beating in her blood, she wrapped her legs high around his hips. His groan of approval filled her with pleasure, and despite this shift pushing him even deeper inside her body and making the pressure in her sex more overwhelming, she climaxed with soul-searing intensity. He kissed her and seconds later, he hugged her into a tight embrace, and with a groan, found his own release.
Chapter 10
The sun was lowering by the time Callie and Graham left the cottage. It felt like they had been there for days but according to his pocket watch, they had been missing for four hours.
Was that how long it took to fall hopelessly in love?
She stared at his patrician profile as he rowed them with powerful arm movements toward the shore. After her ravishment, she had lain in his arms, stunned at the enormity of what they had done. She had never understood how anyone could be carried away by passion and lead themselves to ruin, and now she realized how silly she had been before in her judgment.
From a kiss, he had consumed her, and she had willingly given him everything without reservation. Despite that, there was an anxious heaviness in her heart. He’d not said anything tender or anything that hinted he might want to court her. And it frightened her. Not because she had given him her virtue, but because he withdrew, and the possibility of happiness which she had seen as they laughed and talked over wine would vanish.
As if he sensed her stare, his regard shifted from the sky to her.
“The clouds are swollen,” he jested, “is your nose twitching by any chance.”
“No,” she said softly.
His mouth curved in a tender smile. “Ah, then there is the hope we might make it back before more rain comes.”
She nodded. Something wild and irrepressible in her had almost wished the rain had continued falling, forcing them to spend the night and not just a few hours together. They had talked some more in each other’s arms and shared more kisses, which almost took a passionate turn. But when he had slipped a caressing finger between her legs, she had gasped and tightly closed them, shutting out his questing touch.
Ah, you are sore.
She still blushed to recall that statement, but he had been correct. He’d kissed her forehead and murmured an apology for being an insensitive lustful beast. She had snuggled into his arms as they had laughed and gossiped about the guests under his father’s roof. As soon as the rain had eased, he had urged them from the bed, assisted her in dressing, and they tidied the cottage as best as they could. Then they had struck out. She worried her bottom lip as the boat drew closer to the bank and the main house. Callie detected no one on the lawns.
“Do you think our absence was noted?”
“Perhaps not. Everyone would have to be together for it to be noticeable. Some guests would have been playing billiards or cards. Others would be in the drawing-room playing parlor games, some outside in the gazebo. Only at dinner when all the guests gather could anyone say decisively that we are missing. And we have another hour before the dinner gong. There will be enough time to make ourselves presentable and fashion credible excuses should anyone query.”