beneath him, her breasts rocking with their lovemaking, and he felt sure his choice to have her was right. Maybe not morally right, but for Arabella he’d done her a favour in showing her what it was supposed to be like for a woman when laying with a man.
Heat, the slap of skin on skin, moistness and moans were what was supposed to be heard and felt when a woman was in the throes of passion. Not silence, whimpering like he instinctively knew she would endure with Lord Montague.
“Have you ever found bliss, Arabella?”
She opened her eyes and he lost a part of himself to their crystalline beauty. “What is that? I’ve seen women with men before and they seem to enjoy it, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“The fact that you do not know is all the answer I need.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her to straddle his waist. He’d not thought she could be any more beautiful, but above, him, in control of their enjoyment, she was magnificent.
She braced herself on top of him, her hands idly feeling the hair on his chest. “Is this position even possible?”
“Absolutely. Just lift yourself as if you’re riding a horse, but bring yourself down on me. Nice and slowly, but continuously. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He clasped her hips and helped her, as the first few movements were awkward. It didn’t take her long before she’d mastered the sexual position.
Stephen bit the inside of his lip as she rode him, her hips swaying slightly that matched her bountiful breasts. He shut his eyes not needing to see the stimulating picture she made. He wouldn’t come until she’d found her own pleasure, and by the increased pants and slickness between them, it wouldn’t be long.
A self-satisfied smile tweaked his lips knowing she was enjoying this as much as he.
“Yes, keep doing that.” Oh God, she was going to kill him. Her body, tight and willing drew him along, pulled at his cock and made him want to blow between her legs. How did she learn so quickly? “Ride me until you come. Use me.”
The sight of her fondling her own breast was too much. Stephen swore. He couldn’t take much more. She rode him, her strokes consistent and mind numbing.
Stephen grabbed her hips, helped her to come down hard with each stroke. Her gaze went hazy with awe. “Is that good?” he panted, knowing it felt bloody fantastic.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh yes it is.”
Their speed increased. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the space along with the scent of sex and still he urged her on, wanting to see her shatter for the very first time in his arms. It didn’t take long.
Arabella moaned, her head flopping back as she rode him through her release. Stephen, leaving one hand on her hips, clasped her breast and tweaked a pinkened, erect nipple. She gasped again, her body convulsing around his cock and dragging him along to join her.
Lights blazed behind his eyes as his body released days of pent up desire. He took her without heed or care, allowed them both to come apart within each other’s arms.
Arabella collapsed beside him, both their breathing ragged. Not willing to let her scoot away, he pulled her into the nook of his shoulder to keep her close.
“I’m…speechless,” she said, sighing and sounding sleepy.
Stephen laughed. She was more than speechless. She was thoroughly ruined and by him. Never had he felt more like a cad or like someone who’d given a precious gift to a woman who otherwise may have never known the pleasure that could be had between two people. “And now you know.”
She looked up at him and the trust he read in her gaze unsettled him a little. “What?”
“What pleasure is.” He grinned at the blush that stole over her cheeks. How after what they’d just done she could be embarrassed he had no clue. “I gather you rather enjoyed it.”
Arabella grinned and started to play with his chest hair. “I did. Rather a lot, I’m afraid. Which could be a bad
Heat, the slap of skin on skin, moistness and moans were what was supposed to be heard and felt when a woman was in the throes of passion. Not silence, whimpering like he instinctively knew she would endure with Lord Montague.
“Have you ever found bliss, Arabella?”
She opened her eyes and he lost a part of himself to their crystalline beauty. “What is that? I’ve seen women with men before and they seem to enjoy it, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“The fact that you do not know is all the answer I need.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her to straddle his waist. He’d not thought she could be any more beautiful, but above, him, in control of their enjoyment, she was magnificent.
She braced herself on top of him, her hands idly feeling the hair on his chest. “Is this position even possible?”
“Absolutely. Just lift yourself as if you’re riding a horse, but bring yourself down on me. Nice and slowly, but continuously. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He clasped her hips and helped her, as the first few movements were awkward. It didn’t take her long before she’d mastered the sexual position.
Stephen bit the inside of his lip as she rode him, her hips swaying slightly that matched her bountiful breasts. He shut his eyes not needing to see the stimulating picture she made. He wouldn’t come until she’d found her own pleasure, and by the increased pants and slickness between them, it wouldn’t be long.
A self-satisfied smile tweaked his lips knowing she was enjoying this as much as he.
“Yes, keep doing that.” Oh God, she was going to kill him. Her body, tight and willing drew him along, pulled at his cock and made him want to blow between her legs. How did she learn so quickly? “Ride me until you come. Use me.”
The sight of her fondling her own breast was too much. Stephen swore. He couldn’t take much more. She rode him, her strokes consistent and mind numbing.
Stephen grabbed her hips, helped her to come down hard with each stroke. Her gaze went hazy with awe. “Is that good?” he panted, knowing it felt bloody fantastic.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh yes it is.”
Their speed increased. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the space along with the scent of sex and still he urged her on, wanting to see her shatter for the very first time in his arms. It didn’t take long.
Arabella moaned, her head flopping back as she rode him through her release. Stephen, leaving one hand on her hips, clasped her breast and tweaked a pinkened, erect nipple. She gasped again, her body convulsing around his cock and dragging him along to join her.
Lights blazed behind his eyes as his body released days of pent up desire. He took her without heed or care, allowed them both to come apart within each other’s arms.
Arabella collapsed beside him, both their breathing ragged. Not willing to let her scoot away, he pulled her into the nook of his shoulder to keep her close.
“I’m…speechless,” she said, sighing and sounding sleepy.
Stephen laughed. She was more than speechless. She was thoroughly ruined and by him. Never had he felt more like a cad or like someone who’d given a precious gift to a woman who otherwise may have never known the pleasure that could be had between two people. “And now you know.”
She looked up at him and the trust he read in her gaze unsettled him a little. “What?”
“What pleasure is.” He grinned at the blush that stole over her cheeks. How after what they’d just done she could be embarrassed he had no clue. “I gather you rather enjoyed it.”
Arabella grinned and started to play with his chest hair. “I did. Rather a lot, I’m afraid. Which could be a bad
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