A Midsummer's Sin(16)

He rested his knee between her legs, gently nudging. She opened immediately. He touched her inner thigh with lips that were warm and seeking.

She clutched at his head. “Don’t…”

“Why not? It pleased you that night.”

“I… Please don’t.”

“Oh, Rose.” He sounded pained, tracing his fingertips over her cleft. “I’ve thought of nothing else since I last tasted you.”

How seductively his voice caressed the last words. Heat spiralled through her lower belly. She couldn’t deny him. She loosened her grip on his head and arched her hips. An invitation.

Still, she braced herself, preparing for the onslaught of vigorous sucking, the rough coercing men seemed to think would bring a woman’s pleasure as quickly as possible and satisfy their need to feel all powerful.

He blew air over her flesh, warm and tantalising. She drew in her breath, holding it. His tongue traced along her folds, lightly, teasing her, taking his time and making her ache for more. He flicked that most sensitive part of her. She clutched at his head. Oh God! She was dying for him to take it into his mouth and—

He sucked on it gently, rhythmically.

“Don’t stop…oh, don’t ever stop!” She could feel her nails sinking into his scalp but, consumed with shivers of pure hunger, she couldn’t stop pressing him closer.

Patience had taught him this?

It didn’t seem likely…

The thought floated away as her cunt contracted. Hard. Over and over. “Thomas!”

She lay there, feeling the ticking, tingling aftermath. Yet hot blood still pounded in her ears.

She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.

Needed it so desperately. “Thomas, please…”

He knelt between her legs and she wrapped her limbs about him tightly. Her hands fell to either side of her and took fists of grass, crushing the blades. The lush scent of green filled the air, mingling with his male scent. “Please, please…”

“I must get my breeches open,” he whispered hoarsely.

Velvet, wet flesh slid over her nub in circles of ever-increasing joy that spiralled higher and higher. The grass broke and she pulled her hands free as spasms consumed her. They barely ebbed as he covered her and thrust inside. He filled her, stretched her.

She cried out. A high-pitched, feline sound of pure pleasure.

He moved back and forth, plunging within her hard for what seemed a long, ecstatic eternity. Her heart pounded. Sweat poured from her body. She couldn’t catch her breath. God. Such intensity would surely kill her. She didn’t care.

He stopped and groaned deeply, breathing harshly. She hugged him with her inner walls and rolled her head. “Thomas…Thomas.”

He grasped her legs, pulled them up, wrapping them about his body.

“Here, here…” Urgency rumbled in his tone.

She let her limbs rise up as high as they would go. His cock drove deeper, touching the mouth of her womb. He took her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, pinning her hands to the ground.

Then he began fucking her again.

So ardently. So savagely. So…so…

He shifted their bodies, his thrusts coming at a different angle. Piercing delight.

She heard herself shrieking. He put his mouth to hers. His sweat washed onto her. Their bodies slid in slick madness.

The sounds of her wetness increased with each fierce, fiery thrust. She rolled her hips against his, gripping his waist with her legs. Higher and higher she soared, crying out each time his crown hit the mouth of her womb. She reached the very wide, blue sky above them. Her cunt contracted and her whole world exploded into white shards of bliss.



With his grip tight on Rosalind’s wrists, kissing her with his eyes open, Thomas watched the expression of ecstasy play over her face. The pulling and sucking of her greedy cunt drawing on his cock sent exquisite shocks of sensation through him. He’d forgotten how utterly consuming it was to know a woman’s pleasure. His own climax threatened. He didn’t want this unity with her to end and he exerted all his will to resist.

She said something. He heard her words but in his focused state of mind they made no sense.

“What?” He struggled to concentrate.

“Don’t come in me!” she panted, trying to twist away.

Her motion made the ridges of her channel twist and slide on his shaft like hot, wet ripples of satin. His heart beat within his erection with an urgency to come that made him dizzy. A pre-cursory pulse of intense pleasure sparked at the base of his spine, shooting through his sex like fire.

“Be still!” He spoke the words harshly, holding her hands tightly, pressing his hips to hers, trying to immobilise her.

She writhed wildly beneath him, as if suddenly possessed by a demon.