The Untamed Earl(80)

He stopped, pulled back, and cupped her face in his hands. “Alex. You could never disappoint me. But I want to make it good for you.”

“What are you going to—?”

But he had already begun to move downward, and his mouth quickly found her right nipple. She gasped and nearly lunged off the bed. His wide hands on her shoulders pressed her back down. Then he moved a hand under her backside and pushed up. Her back arched and her breast strained into his mouth. She groaned and her fingers tangled in his hair. His mouth was doing things to her breast she’d never imagined possible. His teeth nipped at her. His tongue rubbed roughly against the sensitive peak. She arched her back farther, wanting his mouth to never stop.

“Owen,” she groaned. His other hand moved from her back to her other nipple, and he twisted it and rubbed it. She arched into his mouth and hand. He sucked her while she held his head, desperately hoping he didn’t move away, didn’t stop. Stabs of pleasure shot from her breasts to the secret spot between her thighs, and she clamped her legs together so the pressure building there wouldn’t be so unbearable.

“I’m going to make you come, Alex. Do you know what that means?” His hot wet mouth circled her breast. His words were warm puffs of air against her tortured nipple.

She shook her head frantically against the pillow. “No.” But whatever it was, she desperately wanted to find out.

He kept his hand on her nipple, squeezing, pulling, nipping, rubbing, while his mouth moved lower to the juncture of her thighs. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, his breath a hot brand on her soft skin.

“Yes,” she breathed. His hand pushed against the inside of her knee, spreading her open to him. His other hand remained on her nipple. Then his scorching tongue descended into the apex between her legs—and Alex forgot to breathe.

“Owen!” she cried softly as he licked her deeply. His tongue played with her, brushing the nub that was pulsing, throbbing, responding to the thrills still shooting down from her breast. He brought up his other hand from her knee and pulled her hand to her breast. “Touch yourself,” he whispered.

She tentatively squeezed the soft mound and then her fingertip glanced over her nipple and she gasped. She flicked her thumb over the sensitive spot just as he’d done moments earlier, just as he was still doing to her other breast. “Oh, Owen, I—”

But she didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Pleasure streaked down her abdomen, white-hot pulses of pure lust shooting from both breasts, fulfilled by the hot deep strokes from his lush tongue. He sucked her there, too, and her hips nearly came off the bed, the feeling was so intense. She whimpered. He brought his hand down and slowly pushed one finger inside her. Alex’s head fell to the side and she groaned. “Owen.”

“Just feel it, Alex, feel it. Let go.”

His mouth between her thighs, his thumb stroking her nipple, and then his finger pressing inside her, pulling out, pressing again—the combination was too much for her. Both her hands moved down to tangle in his thick hair, and he licked her again, again, again, pushing against the spot inside her that made her cry out and shatter. She clamped her thighs against his head as shudders—uncontrollable, delicious shudders—rocked her entire body.

Owen moved up between her legs and gazed down at her. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He stroked her side, her arm, her shoulder, while Alex slowly floated back to earth.

“I can’t believe—I had no idea—I am simply—”

“I adore making you speechless.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply, and Alex tasted her salty sweetness on his tongue. It was probably wrong, but it felt so sensuous. She shuddered again.

“Yes, speechless,” she conceded. “That’s what I am.”

“Good.” His eyes hooded and he leaned down and kissed her once more. “Alex, I want you,” he whispered into her mouth.

“You have me,” she whispered back.

“I mean I want to be inside you.” He kissed her again, and liquid heat pooled between her thighs.

“Yes,” she breathed.

* * *

“Touch me,” Owen commanded. He pulled her hand down between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Sweet Jesus. The feel of her hand on him was torture. He closed his eyes and groaned. He moved her hand up and down, showing her exactly how he liked to be touched.

“Is this right?” she asked in a shy voice.

“Oh, love, it’s so right.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers, hard.

He increased the tempo, wanting to plunge inside her but not wanting to frighten her or hurt her. His hips rocked to the rhythm set by her torturous hand. He thrust into her palm again, again, again. His hand moved between her legs to ensure she was ready for him; he slid one finger inside her. “You’re so hot, so wet. Do you want me, love?”