The Jezebel (Taskill Witches 3)

When he glanced down to the place where their bodies were locked together, it almost undid him to see his cock buried in such a delicious place. Her swollen tickler was just visible, and he stroked it with his thumb. When he did, she tightened around his cock, her mouth opening. She whimpered loudly, then he felt her grow hotter and damper still, and she bucked against him.

Breathlessly, she begged his forgiveness. “I could not help it, I moved.”

“Well, I tried to rein it in, but you have set this thing in motion now.” Pulling back, he took a moment to admire the sheen of her juices over his rod, then he thrust deep once more.

In response she half sat, resting on her elbows.

Wrapping his hands under her thighs, he lifted them, encouraging her to bend her knees to her chest. She appeared to be astonished at what she felt. He rocked back and forth, making pleasure for them both, and a delighted smile lit her face.

Roderick bent right over and kissed her. Then he pumped into her hard and fast, for his sac was tight, his release impending. She jolted against the surface of the table. As she did, her breasts spilled free of her gown, and Roderick stared down at them. How bawdy she looked, with her wine-colored nipples peaked and poking over the layers of clothing attempting to contain them. The globes of her breasts were thoroughly magnificent.

She cried out as she spilled, her body arching. In a sudden and strange action, her hands fisted and went to a spot below her rib cage, while her eyes flickered closed for a moment. Then she grew limp in her release. When her eyes opened, they shone. Never had Roderick seen a woman so invigorated by a good tupping. It pleased him no end.

When he continued to thrust, she smiled, and nodded her head at the map beneath them. “Do you mean to push me all the way across the table before you finish this?”

There was a challenge in her eyes.

Glancing down at the map, he nodded. “Aye, I will not be content until I have ridden you all the way into Scotland.”

With laughter on her lips she clutched at his shoulders, aiding his quest.

Roderick had all but mounted the table in order to shift her across the border before he let go, but when he did it was with total triumph.

CHAPTER TEN

Maisie awoke in his arms. It was a chill autumn night on the North Sea, but with her cheek to his chest his body had kept hers warm.

Now he was moving and she stirred from her sleep. He’d set about extracting himself from their tangled embrace and was apparently attempting to do so without waking her, but this time she held tight to him. “You must arise?”

He paused, and when she pressed her head back into the mattress to look up at him, she thought he might change his mind and stay. His expression softened as he looked at her. He bent his head and kissed her, his mouth gently inquiring.

Maisie sighed with pleasure and wove her fingers through his thick hair.

“I must be on deck,” he said as he drew back. “Alas.”

Watching as he tugged on his clothing, Maisie decided she would never grow tired of looking at the male form. He was a hot-blooded stallion in comparison to the leaner, wraithlike men she had seen in drawings. He was agile nonetheless, and as he bent to pull his boots from under the bed where he had kicked them off, he pounced on her again.

Rolling her onto her back, he kissed her breasts reverently.

“I thought you were departing?”

“I am.” He lifted his head, but wrapped his hand around the curve of one breast as he did so, molding the flesh in his palm, stroking the nipple. “But I couldn’t leave without another kiss, not with you lying there appearing so wanton, what with your breasts bared and that brazen look in your eyes.”

Was that truly how she appeared? Startled, Maisie found she wanted to know more. “What look?”

“The one that lets me know you are thinking of the pleasure you might get from this.” He reached for her hand and drew it to the front of his breeches, where he rested it briefly against the bulk of his manhood beneath.

Maisie chuckled. “It is not just that I’m thinking of. I was admiring the entirety of the view. You are a fine built man.”

He grinned as he straightened up.

It made her happy to see him that way.

He continued to dress while he considered her silently.

Maisie pulled the covers higher. “See, I have made it easier for you to leave, no bared breasts to distract you.”

“So you did. But alas, the image is still here.” He tapped his forehead with one finger.