“Do get on with it, Your Grace.” She’d intended to sound cold and imperious. Instead, she sounded deliriously breathless and needy. She may as well have said, Please, for the love of God, come into me, right this instant, because I can’t wait another moment! He might be a cad, but he was very smart, for he wisely made no comment as he moved back up her body. He paid particular attention to her breasts, making her shiver, before he crouched above her and slowly, deliberately pushed inside of her.
She waited for him to move.
He did not.
She waited a while longer.
He remained still, poised above her, resting most of the weight of his upper body along his forearms, his belly against hers, his thighs against the mattress, nestled within hers. He stared down at her, mere inches between their faces. Then she felt it. He jumped within her. He did it again. It was intensely erotic, both of them so still, it was impossible not to focus on where they were joined, at the length and heat of him buried within her body, jumping. How did he do that? Why did she enjoy it so much? Bloody hell.
At long last, he began to move, slowly at first, increasing his rhythm as he went along, then suddenly, with no warning at all, he withdrew and moved to the bed beside her, turned her to face away from him and slid up into her from behind, spooning her body against his, one arm around her, his hand massaging her breasts, the other hand holding her leg up that he could have access to her center as he pounded into her.
Against her will, she climaxed. It was like a slap to her pride that she didn’t simply reach orgasm –she fairly came off the bed, and let out a short, tight scream of surprise and euphoric pleasure.
Again, he didn’t say a word, but kept her there, next to him, while he stroked again and again, until at last, he completed with a deep, happy groan.
She immediately tried to move away from him, but his arm was a vice lock about her, holding her still. “Stay, Jane, just a while, just until I am not hard any longer.”
Relaxing against him, his shaft still buried in her body, she waited and waited, and didn’t realize when her eyes drifted shut.
When they opened, it was dawn, she was wrapped up in his arms, their legs tangled together, and he was there, as he’d been the previous morning, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. Unlike before, she was aware of the circumstances, remembered that she disliked him. But she was also aware he wouldn’t let her get up until he’d had his way, until he’d found an ease for the throbbing erection she felt against her belly. He wouldn’t allow her to lie still and stiff and unresponsive, and she hated that she had not enough discipline to resist him. Once again, he moved over her and brought her to climax, and afterward, instead of scurrying from the bed, she rolled away, dejected that this was not going as she’d planned, not at all, and promptly went back to sleep.
Incredibly, when she awoke, he was there, yet again, his groin against her bottom, his cock slipping between her thighs, still slick with his seed from before. He knew she was awake, and his lips moved close to her ear to whisper, “There is nothing in all the world so beautiful as you when you come for me, Jane.” He moved against her, his member there, between her legs, sliding back and forth along the slickness he’d left behind an hour ago. “I’m all over you, as you’re all over me, and just the scent of us, together, is enough to make me want you again.” He moved away and rolled her over, to her back, then stacked all of the bed pillows beneath her head and shoulders. Rising to his knees, he moved between her legs and sat on his heels before reaching for her feet and placing them flat upon the mattress, just next to his thickly muscled thighs. He lifted her hips and moved beneath her, positioned himself, watched her face as he filled her. She was not sitting up, but the pillows had raised her enough that she could see them, could watch what he did to her.
She shouldn’t look. It was too erotic, too stimulating. Forcing herself to meet his gaze, to not look again, she managed to whisper, “I dislike you more and more.” To her dismay, it came out as though she said, I’m mad about you, deeply in love with you, can never live without you.
Evidently unconcerned that she disliked him more and more, he smiled slowly and continued to stroke her, his gaze moving between them, along with his warm fingers, drawing her eyes to follow. This time, she couldn’t look away, was mesmerized and fascinated enough to temporarily forget that she disliked him, that she was furious with him, that she didn’t want to speak to him.
“Ah, love, I’ve come to know your body, to know when you are close . . . so close. This is a gift you give me, each and every time. I’m in awe, truly.”