The Rakehell Regency Romance Collection Volume 2(313)

"Sore?" he asked shyly.



"No. I feel just wonderful. Sleepy, but wonderful."



He cleaned her tenderly, removing every trace of blood, then dipped another corner of the towel and used it as a cold compress on her swollen flesh.



She shivered, but a new kind of heat took over as he stroked the rough fabric over her sensitive flesh and tender thighs.



"That feels wonderful."



He took the fourth corner of the towel and draped it over his finger, then dipped it into the cool water. Then he was running it around her sensitive whorl, and she gasped as he inserted it within her and then stroked back out. The friction was wonderful. He watched in awed fascination as the light of day lit up the sky and the light of passion lit up her face.



But the towel was too rough to keep up indefinitely. He got up and dropped the two used towels in the fire, which he banked up until they went ablaze. Then he came back to the bed and laid down between her thighs.



"Blake, what are you-"



"I'm told this increases pleasure. I've never done it to anyone myself. But for you my love, anything."



He swiped tentatively at her engorged bud with his tongue and she writhed against him, spreading her leg so wide he was able to penetrate her.



"No, you can't-"



"If you enjoy it, then let me. Just let me. It's delectable. So fragrant and warm. So much a part of you, a secret part that no one but me shall ever share."



Arabella lapsed back upon the pillows and let him do all that and more. His hands, fingers, tongue, never stilled upon her, always taking her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure.



Passion flooded through her, and she wondered at all the ways he found to please her. Even something as simple as stroking the backs of her knees set her off. She wondered at his own ability to feel desire and be pleased as he did such things to her body.



"The thrill is in seeing you enjoy yourself. In knowing I've brought you to such heights of joy," he murmured against her thigh. Only then did she realise she had given voice to her thoughts.



"There must be something I can do to please you?" she asked.



"You do, so very much. Do you see?" He rose from the mattress onto his knees and she could see once more his massive manhood straining for release.



"Let me do something for you. With my hand again? With my mouth?"



He laughed shakily. "I can't now. I'm bursting with need for you once more. But I'll give you a taste of me." He moved up to kiss her, his tongue thrusting in. "See, delicious. And some of me too, so you will know all of me."



The kiss thrilled her almost unbearably, and she reached for him to pull him inside of her once more. He shook his head. "No, not yet."



"Why not?" she pouted.



"Because I want you in a different way, not me on top of you. I'm very heavy, for one thing, and I want you to have a turn to move, to have fun, tease me the way I have you."



She stared at him in wonder. "Are you sure I won't hurt you?"



"Never, love. You could never hurt me. Everything here is warm, soft, loving and safe."



He stretched out on his back in the center of the bed and told her to sit up and kneel beside him. She ran her hands over him carefully, down his chest down to his abdomen, back up to tease his nipples when she saw them harden. Over the sensitive silky soft head of his penis and its tip as she watched his eye spark with desire.



He shook his head. "Too good."



Emboldened by her own power, she took him in her hand and squeezed.



"No, love, please. Sit astride me. As you would a horse," he clarified in response to her confused look. "I'll help hold you steady."



She glided down him until they both gasped and clung to each other fiercely. He held her upright by her breasts as she nearly fell forward on his chest in a faint.



"Blake, it's so, so-"



He set a rhythm with his hips underneath and his hands around her thin waist. She threw her head back, so that her hair tickled his thighs and he confessed, "I can't hold on much longer, love. Tell me what you want me to do. This way, or under me? Or a different way?"



He continued to move his hips, and he could see her poised on the edge. Her body began to shudder powerfully as if in the grip of some terrible fever.



He moved one hand down to caress her rosebud of desire. She gasped and rammed her hips down so hard he felt her explosion within. That was so far as he could feel anything coherent. His own climax swept through him, leaving him washed up on the shore of his spent passion.



"My love," he gasped as soon as he could speak again. "I can't wait for us to be married. That's the only thing that can make me happier than I am now."