CHAPTER7
“You.” The lone word was torn from Wolf.
Her soft hand was wrapped around his cock, and he was aching to be inside her. He had not been lying when he had said she tempted him to forget his vows. Nothing seemed more important than making love to her. Not the past, nor the present. Certainly not the future.
“Then have me,” she said, and never had there been an invitation he had wanted more.
He cupped her cheek and kissed her, taking her mouth with his. Her lips were full and soft and warm, and they clung to his so sweetly. He did not dare linger too long for fear of losing his head.
Instead, he kissed a path to her ear. “Let’s take off your night rail, love.”
He released his hold on her and straightened. Although he mourned the loss of her touch on his aching cock, the sight of her creamy legs being revealed to him as she raised the hem of her gown to her waist was more than enough compensation. Christ, but she was lovely. All feminine curves and lush skin. She shifted slightly, dislodging the skirt from beneath her rump, and then she lifted the entire affair over her head.
He forgot to breathe.
To think.
Couldn’t recall his name.
She was nothing short of glorious. Long legs, full hips, a lush waist. Her breasts were large and full, tipped with hard, pink nipples that pointed upward, beckoning. Begging for his mouth. He lowered his head and kissed her there on the creamy swell of one breast, then latched on to one pebbled nipple and sucked. He may not have made love to a woman before, but he was not entirely an innocent. Lydia had taught him what pleased a woman. Unfortunately, she had also taught him a great many other lessons, none of which had proven nearly as pleasant.
But to the devil with Lydia, and to the devil with those lessons. He was breaking all his rules.
He sucked harder, eliciting a moan from Portia that went straight to his cock. She was so deliciously responsive, he could not resist teasing her other nipple as well, this time with his tongue first. He flicked over the taut bud in lazy circles, then with faster licks, and finally a gentle bite. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, and she said his name. He skimmed his hands along her waist, absorbing her heat and softness, before caressing to her thigh. He decided to go slowly, nothing more than steady strokes of his fingers up and down her hip to tantalize them both as he suckled her breast.
Her nails scored his scalp as she worked herself into a frenzy, and he loved every moment of it. The pleasure mixed with light pain as she tugged on his hair. The breathy sounds of need she made low in her throat. The way her body arched against his, seeking more. She was a wild woman, his countess, and he could not seem to get enough.
He kissed every exposed swath of flesh he could, dragging his lips over her collarbone, along her throat. Back to her mouth. She parted for him instantly, their tongues tangling as his hand slid higher, back to the decadent wetness of her cunny. She was slick and smooth and he could scarcely rein in the impulse to thrust his greedy cock inside her now.
He found her pearl and stroked over it, lightly at first, and then with greater pressure as she rocked against him, seeking more. Still kissing her hungrily, he moved nearer, the bedclothes abrading his cock to remind him that she had freed him from his trousers. And she had wanted to take him in her mouth.
Damn.The mere notion was enough to send a surge of raw, powerful lust straight through him. The thought of Portia’s pretty pink lips wrapped around him… No, he could not contemplate it, or he would spend here and now, like the novice he was.
Instead, he turned his mind solely over to pleasing her. To listening to her sounds and following the movement of her body that showed him what she liked. When to tease, when to flutter slowly over her clitoris and when to stroke her harder. He found a particularly sensitive place and lingered there, teasing her with relentless pressure until she was gasping into his mouth and shuddering against him. New wetness coated his fingers and he worked her, drawing out her orgasm as long as he possibly could.
He had brought her off again, just as he had in the office.
The knowledge made his prick stiffer than a fire poker. He was raging to be inside her. Although Wolf had told himself he had not chosen to remain here with her for a few forbidden hours to make love to her, he knew he had been lying to himself. And now that he’d made her spend, he wanted to know what she tasted like.
He dropped to his knees on the carpets, hands on her inner thighs as he coaxed them wider. Until she was displayed for him, pink and glistening and so damn tempting, the scent of her desire musky and tantalizing. Wolf placed a kiss on her knee, then kissed a path higher, worshiping her with his mouth. Her skin was silken and warm, and when he reached her quim, he licked along her seam, lapping up some of the evidence of her pleasure. She tasted sweet, so bloody sweet.
With a groan of surrender, he delved between her folds, licking and savoring every husky cry of passion she made, each buck of her hips. He lashed her swollen pearl with his tongue, then sucked as he had her nipple, wondering if she would be every bit as sensitive here.
And she was.
She clutched his forearms and made a keening, lusty sound as she rocked against his face. He lost himself to sensation, the taste of her on his tongue, the scent of her, heady and fragrant, the glide of her slick cunny against his lips. She was hot and wet and perfect, so perfect. He continued on, licking and sucking, fucking into her with his tongue in short strokes that made her gasp with pleasure, until she came apart again with a violent cry, the force of her passion making her body go stiff beneath his hands and lips.
He kissed her inner thigh and rocked back on his heels, meeting her gaze. Above him, she was a lusty goddess, her emerald gaze vibrant, chestnut hair wild as it tumbled around her shoulders, her breasts heaving with her every ragged breath. Her lips were parted, her eyes glazed with passion.
“I could lick your sweet cunny forever,” he told her, his voice rough, a reflection of the way he felt on the inside. She had undone him, this woman, and with scarcely any effort.
“I need you inside me now,” she said. “Please.”
How was he to deny such a pretty plea?
He had not stopped to shed his boots or his trousers in full. This was not at all how he had intended to proceed this evening. But he was well beyond the point of concerning himself with the proper methods of seduction.
“Come here,” he told her, cupping her delectable arse in his hands and guiding her to the edge of the bed. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
It seemed the most efficient means of giving them both what they wanted. There was no time to fully disrobe. No time to recline on the bed. He had to be inside her.
Now.