The smoldering embers of desire burst into full flame, setting him afire once again. In a smooth movement, he had both her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, her petite frame covered by his larger one, and his stiff cock against her belly, the dampness of her desire slicking over the skin of his balls.
He bent his head and kissed her firmly, deeply, plundering her mouth with his own. She tipped her head back and gave him full access, moaning against him and pressing her breasts against his chest as she shifted against him.
He shifted position, nudging a knee between her thighs, pressing her legs apart so he could lean closer, hip to hip. Not inside her, not yet, but teasing her with the possibilities to come, and was rewarded with a whimper and an involuntary lifting of her hips.
He shifted his hands, placing them under her arms so that she couldn’t lower them, not fully, then bent to kiss her neck, nipping at sucking at the flesh to leave his mark. Then lower, to her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat, varying his position and his pressure in response to the uninhibited noises she made.
Her gasp when he lowered his head and took her right breast into his mouth was everything he had imagined. He licked, laving the nipple with his tongue and suckling strongly until she was writhing against him. When her gasps turned to little whimpers, he shifted his attention to the left breast, giving it the same treatment.
He licked and nipped his way down her core, feeling the quivering of her muscles and each shiver and shift of her responses. He swirled his tongue in her navel and was rewarded with a breathy yelp and a quiver as she fought not to buck against him.
He smirked, then dropped his head lower without warning and licked the crease of her delicate feminine center.
Nora shrieked, hips rocking off the bed before he settled against her, using his weight to hold her in place while he repositioned his arms to slide them under her thighs and draw her legs further apart. The damp curls at the top of her thighs tickled his chest as he moved, the scent of her arousal strong in his nose and driving his own urgency higher.
He looked up at her face, saw only wide-blown pupils and the hot flush of desire in her face, and smiled.
He bent his head again and licked the crease of her delicate folds from the sheets upward. Then, before she could even begin to respond, he licked again, this time pressing his tongue between the moist and heated flesh to caress her most secret places.
Nora gasped, trying to move, trying to respond, held in place by his arms. He shifted, bringing his hands to a place where he could use his thumbs to part her now dripping folds, and plunged his tongue deeper into the core of her feminine sex.
Nora made a sound, a gasping, moaning sort of cry that was pure lust, hips flexing against his hands and his mouth in a silent demand. He licked again, then sucked, moving his thumb to seek her pleasure center and apply light, stroking pressure.
Nora came undone with a scream and an arching back, and he lapped up the fluids of her release until she began to quiver under his touch again, fresh dampness coating her sex and her breathless noises turning pleading once again.
His own arousal was an aching, heavy thing, cock swollen and straining and leaking moisture, blood pulsing and desperate for release. He took a deep breath and rolled himself forward until the head of his cock was pressed against Nora’s entrance.
His forehead was pressed against hers, his chest heaving as he fought for some scrap of control. “Nora…”
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She had enjoyed Arthur’s touch when he had been coaxing her into his arms that first time. His possessive kisses and his gentle embraces. But she wanted more. She wanted the fire simmering in those moss-colored eyes to burn and to join him in the incandescence of it.
Even so, she was not entirely prepared to be hefted onto the bed, the laces of her bodice somehow undone and Arthur bending over her with heat and promise in his eyes.
“Trust me, my darling.” The words were a husky whisper, desire, and need heavy in each word. It was all she could do to nod and lay back as he divested himself of his clothing and moved to straddle her once more.
His hands were gentle as he removed shoes and stockings and began slowly drawing her dress up her body. His hands left trails of fire along her nerves, each finger and every callus on his palms seeming to mark its own separate path.
His hands slid past her hips, making her shiver with the sensations darting over her skin and sending warmth and need straight to her core. Her stomach quivered under his touch, sensitive and aching for his touch as his hands traced over her ribs.
Then his hands were cupping her breasts, stroking and teasing and caressing, bringing them to tight, sensitive peaks that sent quivers of lust and longing through her with every touch, every breath.
And finally, finally, he was dragging her dress over her head and tossing it aside, leaving both of them naked and pressed together, his arousal coming to life against her belly. She thought she might scream her frustration as he moved to take the pins from her hair and free her tresses to tumble across the pillow.
He might be trying to be gentle, but she was no maiden unversed in passion to be handled like a half-tame deer. He might also be teasing, but if that were so, then he would find that two could play at that game.
She shifted and arched up into him, pressing her hips to his thighs, and was rewarded with a flare of lust that deepened the color of his eyes and made the gold stand out like stars.
In one swift movement, he had both of her hands pinned above her head, her wrists clasped gently but firmly in one hand. His mouth fastened over hers, tongue demanding entrance with a firm sweep against the seam of her lips.
She opened her mouth willing, swallowing her gasps and the rising tide of desire as his tongue mapped every inch of her mouth with skill and precision.
She arched against him, feeling the touch of her breasts against the smooth, firm planes of his chest and the hot press of his stiffening arousal against her belly, the globes of his sex against the juncture of her thighs.
His knee pressed between hers, and she parted her knees willingly, gasping as his groin came flush against hers. She whimpered despite herself and arched into him, seeking relief from the growing need that pooled, hot as candle wax, within her.
Arthur’s hands slid under her arms, no longer pining them but not allowing her to bring them down either. It was frustrating when she so badly wanted to touch, to make him feel the frustration and coiling need his touch produced in her.