“I need you.” Her eyes slid closed and her hot cheek pressed against the cool damask. “Please…”
Justin tilted his head and pushed his tongue deep, the slight roughness of early stubble on his chin rasping against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She keened softly at the shallow, teasing plunges, nowhere near satisfying, but wonderful nevertheless. In and out. Piercing her hard and fast. He ate at her with near ravenous hunger, groaning in a way that made her cup her breasts and squeeze, fighting the aching swelling.
“Please,” she begged, twisting and arching, rocking into his mouth. “Please…”
He altered position, moving higher, his agile tongue fluttering rapidly over the tight bundle of nerves that begged for his attention.
The surge of release hit her hard.
She cried out and clung to his perspiration-slick shoulders as the climax stole her wits. He continued to torment her, to lick her on the outside and the inside, pushing her to orgasm again. This time she could only whimper as her sex spasmed madly.
“Beautiful,” he praised, his voice husky and low. “I believe I shall do that every day.”
Flushed and panting for air, Sophie was still quivering violently when Fontaine pushed to his feet and carried her to the bed.
Laying her on her side, he exposed the back of her gown and began to free the long row of buttons. The task was a lengthy one, giving her the time she needed to return to herself. When she was finally nude and he was levering over her, she was ready, her arms and legs opening wide in welcome. His lean hips settled against her, and his arms-so strong and warm-embraced her in a cocoon of bergamot and tobacco-scented male that she never wanted to leave.
How quickly her need had reached this level. And yet she did not doubt her feelings. Or his. They were simply there, inside her, feelings of connection that had made separation a misery. Talking with him and being with him were gifts she had always enjoyed. Now lusting for him was a state she had come to crave in her life. Waking in the morning and knowing that the new day would have him in it brought her a kind of joy she had thought never to feel again. It was not the same sensation as she had felt for Langley, but it was every bit as wonderful. She knew Justin so well, and more important, he knew her so well. Better than anyone, she thought. And he loved her in spite of her faults, or maybe even because of them.
“Share your thoughts,” he murmured, as the broad head of his cock lodged at the entrance to her body.
She set her hands on his shoulders. “I want to make love to you in the sunshine so I can see every inch of you without shadow. I so love to look at you when you are inside me.”
The smile he gave her was warm and wicked. It made her breath catch and her heart leap. “Ah, love. Promise me you will always be wild.”
“Because of you,” she breathed. “You make it safe for me to take risks. You always have.”
He pushed the first thick inches of his beautiful cock into her and she gasped, her back arching upward as her body attempted to contain such pleasure.
“Sophie…” A violent shudder coursed the length of his frame.
She panted, writhing beneath him. “Th-that feels delicious.”
It was more than Justin could take, that throaty praise. He held her hips down, and plunged deep.
Sophie’s broken cry as he hilted had him groaning in near pain. She was tight as a fist around him, and swollen from his previous ministrations.
“Hold still,” he ordered hoarsely, sucking in air like a man too long under water. Her cunt was rippling along his cock, sucking him deeper, luring him to forgo courtesy and fuck her until neither of them had the energy required to go on.
“I can’t bear it,” she sobbed, scratching him, struggling in her impatience, urging him to ride her to the finish.
Christ, but he loved it. Loved her. Had always loved her. He relished having her, owning her, and the way everything in his world had altered irrevocably because of her. His future, so orderly and well planned just weeks ago, was now an adventure waiting to happen.
His thighs flexed against hers as he kept her pinned, and fucked her slow and deep. Rolling his hips. Making her beg more, because it drove his lust higher to hear how desperately she craved his body inside hers.
“Justin,” she moaned, arching her breasts upward to press against his chest, their skin sticking together with the sweat of their exertions. His head lowered, his lips fastening on a tightened nipple, his cheeks hallowing as he drew on her in long pulls that mimicked the stroking of his cock inside her.
He rode her at length, thrusting between her spread thighs in a lazy, sensual rhythm, feeling her climax again. And again. Such a passionate woman. Her body quaking beneath his, stirring his ardor further until the sheets were fisted in his white-knuckled grip and he was driving powerfully into her. The tension coiled in his shoulders, slid down his spine, and gathered at the base of his aching cock. He was so hard, so ferociously aroused, he almost feared the impending orgasm.
When it came, it tore guttural cries from his throat. Killing him. He shuddered violently and she clung to him, his darling Sophie. She whispered to him, anchored him, so that the violent spewing of his seed inside her was not the loss of his soul, but the merging of hers to his.
He pumped hard and fast into her, taking her over the edge with him.
Fitted to him, the other half of a whole.
With her cheek on Fontaine’s chest and her legs intertwined with his, Sophie spoke of her son. Countless moments of joy and discovery.
He listened quietly, his hands stroking down the length of her spine. “I wish I could alleviate your concerns.”
“You will,” she said, her mouth curving against his skin. “I adore you. I fail to see how anyone could not.”
She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and raised her head to meet his gaze. Sprawled against a pile of pillows and lying amid monogrammed white sheets, the marquess was unbearably handsome. He looked disheveled and thoroughly sated, an appearance that flattered him so well she found her passions rising along with his. His big, hard body was a finely wrought instrument of pleasure, and the golden skin that covered the lean lengths of muscle was so sensitive to her attentions. She could make him groan with the slightest of touches. “Will I always be able to rouse you with a compliment?”
“You rouse me by breathing, love.” He winked and scratched at the center of his chest. “And I adore you, too.”
Sophie stared at him a moment, comparing the warm man whose bed she shared with the cooler, more reserved boy she remembered.
“We should depart as soon as possible,” he said. “I would like to meet your son.”
“How soon?”
“As soon as we can urge our guests to depart.”
She kissed his jaw in silent gratitude. “Good. I miss him.”
“I know.” He hugged her tightly. “You will be together again as quickly as I can manage it.”
She heard the faintest trace of worry in his tone, and understood how hard this must be for him. How would she feel, were he to have a child to win over? Knowing how deep the bond between parent and child was, and wondering if she would ever be even a small part of that connection, or if she would forever be an unwanted intrusion. It made her love him all the more that he was willing to make so many changes to his life and take so many risks just to be with her.
Pinching the sheet with two fingers, Sophie tugged it downward until the edge reached his upper thighs and his cock was bared to her gaze. A quick glance upward found him watching her with eyes that glittered in the near darkness.
“I want to kiss you here,” she said, circling his cock with gentle fingers. “Such as you did to me.”
“Feel free.” A hint of laughter had replaced the apprehension in his voice.