“Might I suggest less sightseeing and more, oh…”
Dominic blew across her swollen nub of pleasure, then dragged his tongue along her drenched cleft. And then he suckled delicately, right where she needed him, pulling a moan from her throat.
Yes.
Dominic raised himself, sitting back on his haunches, and after grasping Artemis’s luscious derriere with both hands, he lifted her hips and devoured her thoroughly delectable pussy, licking and nuzzling and savoring her slick dew. How sweet she tasted, like succulent summer peaches. How glorious the sound of her ragged pants and moans. The feel of her fingers twisting tightly in his hair, her unabashed surrender to his wicked ministrations were everything he’d dreamed of and more. And when her whole body spasmed with ecstasy and she came on a great shuddering sigh, he was filled with the sweetest, most wonderful sense of triumph.
He lowered her gently, then crawled up her body. Nuzzled her neck and stroked her hair away from her face until she came back to him. Her lids fluttered open and her eyes were like deep, dark pools as she stared into his. “Even though you’ve completely devastated me with pleasure, I want you inside me, Dominic,” she whispered. “Right now. This instant.”
He smiled. “How could I possibly say no?” He was so aroused, his voice was thick with lust. And his cock was so primed and ready to plunder her lush heat that he was shaking.
With rough, jerky movements, he all but tore off his trousers, then slid over Artemis. She wrapped her arms about him and pulled him down for a blistering kiss. “Take me,” she whispered when he came up for air. “Fill me.”
“I will.” Nudging her thighs apart, he took his weight on one forearm and then dragged the head of his cock through the welling moisture at her entrance. But before he pushed inside, he captured her gaze. “I promise I won’t come inside you,” he said solemnly.
“I trust you,” she whispered, and her hands slid to his buttocks. “And I’m ready.”
“Good.” With one long, smooth thrust, he entered her and she sighed as though in welcome.
Lowering his head, he claimed her mouth once more while he set up a slow, steady rhythm, gliding in and out of her slick, satiny sex. It sucked greedily at his rock-hard length, grasping and squeezing, and it felt so damned good to be inside her. Too damned good. Dominic knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost all control. He increased the pace of his thrusts, plunging hard and fast, urging Artemis to come with him. She wrapped her legs about him, matching his pace on this fast and furious ride to bliss.
He knew she was getting close to heaven too when she curled her fingers into his back, her nails scoring his flesh, marking him. Her breath was coming in frantic gasps. Her rhythmic moans were music to his ears. But best of all was the sound of his name on her sweet lips as she clenched around him. Her climax was so strong, so powerful that he couldn’t help but follow. With a harsh cry, he pulled out and his seed spilled all over her belly in a series of hot, hard spurts.
He collapsed on the rug beside her, panting and gasping, and smiling. Pleasure pulsed through his veins, suffusing every fiber of his body, right down to his very bones. With one arm, he gathered Artemis in to his side and kissed her cheek. “Good God,” he rasped. “Or should I say, Lucifer’s love truncheon?”
She gave a soft laugh and her nails raked over his chest. “At the risk of inflating your already considerable self-esteem, I think I might begin to exclaim ‘The Duke of Dartmoor’s titanic truncheon’ from now on. Your manhood is certainly worthy of note. Not only for its size and girth, which are most impressive, but what you can do with it when you wield it.”
He was grinning like a youth who’d just had his first bout of bed sport. “‘Dartmoor’s titanic truncheon.’ I like the sound of that. And I’m glad you think I wield it well.”
“Most definitely.” She walked her fingertips down his torso toward his groin, and to Dominic’s surprise, his spent member twitched. “I also hope you’ll make good on your earlier promise and stay ‘up’ all night with me,” she murmured huskily.
“I’m not going anywhere except your bed, love.”
Was it his imagination or did Artemis tense in his arms? He couldn’t see her face because her head was resting on his shoulder. “Is everything all right?” he asked softly, brushing a tendril of her wild hair away from her cheek.
Outside the storm continued to rage, and he wondered if she hadn’t heard him.
After a moment though, she raised her head and bestowed a tender kiss upon his lips. “Never better,” she said, and Dominic silently prayed she’d spoken the truth. There was nowhere he’d rather be right now than in this bed, making love to Artemis. Not just tonight, but for countless nights to come… And then all at once, a tremor of unease slid through Dominic’s chest as a disconcerting realization hit him. Indeed, it shook him to his core.
Despite his deep reservations about falling in love again, it seemed there was nothing he could do to stop himself. He was tumbling headlong into something deep. Something inevitable. Something he had no hope of escaping even if he wanted to. Perhaps the most terrifying part of it all was that he had no idea if Artemis felt, or would ever feel, the same way.