Читать книгу Pardon - Julia Payton - Страница 8

He would give her one chance. One fucking chance to tell him no.

“Sophie, if you don’t—”

“Master… husband… take me to bed. I need you.”

Tiberius let out a hearty groan. “Fuck, darling. Lift your legs about my waist and don’t let go.”

She giggled with shy anticipation. He didn’t give her the opportunity to listen, for he was already lifting her, his hands palming her ass, spreading her thighs and opening her to him. She let out a gasp when their bodies rubbed intimately.

“Feel that?” he said, his voice heavy with lust. His balls were already clenching up. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I want to hurry. Now, Tiberius. Make it now—”

Her hands ran over his back, and she tried to tug his shirt up and over his head. He ended up with his arms tangled up within the fabric, and she laughed merrily again. He smiled, never before being with a woman who made fucking fun.

“Patience, darling,” he said, unbuttoning her shirt as he laid her down underneath him on the wide divan. His lips found the tender spot under her chin, along her collarbone and down between her breasts. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and tugged it down over her shoulders. Immediately his mouth found a sweet, pert nipple.

“Tiberius—”

Yeah. She was one of those women who could orgasm with her breasts alone. He wouldn’t let her, though. He released her nipple with a loud pop and sat up just long enough to pull off the shirt she’d half-removed, tossing it to the rug below them. His fingers went to the seam of her jeans, and he ran them teasingly along her zipper, down along her inner thigh. She let out a harsh gasp.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, her mouth parted with breathy passion.

He grinned. “Making love to my wife.”

“You, sir, are a terrible tease…” Her eyes begged him, even as she burst into another quick laugh of lustful delight. It mixed with the hitch of a sob. Her fingers cinched into the muscles of his upper arms as her thighs spread open like a bounty before him. “Don’t stop, Tiberius, please. I need you inside me—”

He saw their pale reflection in the glass of the windows both above and behind. She was exquisite. He saw himself, mirrored in the glass. His eyes looked like fire as they gazed upon her. He looked like a man ready to devour. Not far off the mark. Her radiant skin had the lush, milky look of a long-ago queen. But the touch of her skin, silky smooth and smelling of warmth, wasn’t something a reflection could duplicate.

He needed her too, his heart pounding so sharply in his chest he felt she might plausibly discover the secret of his affection for her. He must be inside her, and soon, but her pleasure was paramount. So Tib held off, prolonging each stroke of his fingers along her soft flesh.

Sophie begged some more. “Master… please.”

It was her begging he loved to hear. He would make her say it again and again until her voice was hoarse from it.

His fingers reached inside her panties, slipping them down to the center of her pleasure, reaching low to caress the slickness of her core. She was so wet for him. He growled with heady arousal at the distinct feeling of hers, so evident upon his fingertips.

With deliberation, he slid his fingers out and slowly licked them clean. She watched him avidly.

“I’m sorry.” She flushed. Had she never been touched so intimately? He’d have to rectify that, and often. She stammered. “I guess I’m—”

He cut her off, not willing for her to doubt herself. “You taste so sweet, darling,” he said, his voice gruff and his eyes hot upon her.

His dick had thickened and elongated to near bursting. Each glance she gave him, every single move she made, felt like exquisite pain. Tib had always been the one to inflict torment, but this woman… without even trying, she undid him.

Completely.

She gave him a tormented smile, the lower half of her body grasping for what was yet still unattainable to her. Tib wasn’t about to let her squirm that delectable body—her responsive, sweet body which had borne life, had scars and marks and above all, a woman’s round fleshiness—into a climax before he was ready to give it. He wanted to prolong her torture until she reached a peak, the likes of which she’d never felt before. When he finally let her come, he would make her explode.

“Come here,” he said, his voice possessive and giving off the impression he was thoroughly controlled. Which, of course, was a lie. She’d unraveled years of loneliness and his disregard for companionship the moment he trapped her in his prison cell. His voice compelled her to obey him. “Let me kiss that perfect, pouty mouth of yours.”

Tiberius pulled her close. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, and fuck… he had to take a deep breath for the control he just swore he had. Even more, when she gave him a purr of need and ground her cunt up against his erection. His cock strained against the zipper of his trousers.

Sophie’s amber-brown eyes were nearly black with passion, the pupils widely blown. She licked her luscious lips, and he tasted them again. This time it was he who ground his body against her, nudging himself to the center of her. She felt so damn good.

Her eyes followed the line of his body down to his trousers, and her fingers followed. With no reservation, and with the steadiness of a woman once used to a man’s arousal, she ran her hand over the stiffness of him. She floored him as she reached in without pause, unfastening him and yanking his clothing down with stormy haste.

He helped her along, his boxers and trousers heading to the floor along with the rest of their abandoned clothes. She still wore too much. He’d rectify that and did—quickly. Her jeans and panties were tugged down and removed until they both stared at each other in a moment of paralyzed longing. Then the moment shattered, and each lunged, their bodies straining towards each other as if starved.

Tib grabbed the back of Sophie’s neck, her hair in his hand. He yanked her head back and voluminously kissed her. She was his. His…

Her greedy hands went to his back, up to his neck and scalp. He shivered, not realizing his shorn head was so sensitive to her touch.

She murmured, smiling, “You like that, big boy?”

He growled. “I’ll give you big boy…”

She looked down, a pleased smirk on her face. “I can see that… ohh—”

Her playful words were cut short. Tiberius gave her what they both needed. His cock thrust—hard—and without repentance, inside her warmth.

Closing his eyes against the intensity of the sensation, he paused. Sophie stroked the skin of his back soothingly, layering kiss after kiss on his heated flesh. Her touch was killing him, feeling so damn good…

He groaned. Then he moved. His eyes opened, and he locked his gaze on her, his arms braced about her shoulders. Her thick thighs circled his hips and pulled him in, meeting him thrust for violent thrust. Her moans were his candy, and he swallowed back the possessive roar he wanted to shout.

Mine. Mine. Mine… ran through his head. Each time his body met hers. Each time her gasps reached his ears.

“Tiber—”

She didn’t finish his name. His fingers reached between them, leveled with focus and with sweat gathered on his brow, as he tried not to blow inside her. Not yet. His fingers found her clit, and he gave it a practiced strumming. Her body’s glorious arch and raised hips when she gave into ecstasy, along with the spastic pulsing of her inner core, was his sweet reward. Her eyes went bright and wide in startled bliss.

No. She’d not experienced anything like it before. And the thought pleased him immensely.

“Again—” he commanded her.

She shook her head, defying him. He smiled viciously and moved his hips so he rubbed against that overly sensitized flesh of hers. She arched up again, her mouth in a pout as if surprised her body instinctively obeyed.

“Oooh—”

Her second orgasm spurred his, and with the bellow he’d held back, Tiberius came. Hard. Sophie’s hips lifted, her body reaching up and accepting each last spurt of his hot seed inside her.

His weight toppled on top of her. She let out a pleased giggle and kissed his shoulder.

“Tiberius,” she said, brushing her fingers along the arm he draped about her. He moved to the side, keeping her close. She tangled up in him, and he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

“Hmm?” he said.

Her touch felt good. Her warmth against him gave him a rightness other women would never attain. Tiberius was a loner… but perhaps not anymore.

“That was perfect,” she whispered.

He grunted, fading away into sleep. He smirked with amused cockiness.

“Darling, just wait until I bring out those chains…”

Her sweet laugh in his ear was the last thing he recalled before he fell deep into the most restorative rest he’d ever had.