Free No Gentleman for Georgina by Jess Michaels Page B

she felt nothing but powerful, beautiful, his .
    “I have waited for this,” he growled as his hands slid down her arms, cupped her hips. “I have imagined it for years.”
    “Well, I’m here. And I’m yours,” she reminded him. “For always.”
    He nodded, but surprised her by stepping back. Swiftly he toed off his boots, and removed his trousers in lightning speed. Her eyes widened as he straightened up and she saw a man naked, her man naked, for the first time.
    His…member—a cock, Annabelle had called it when she tried to explain what would happen on Georgina’s wedding night—was very large. And it was already hard.
    “It will fit?” she asked, needing a little reassurance even though the sight of him like this was exciting.
    “It will. And by the time it does, you will be ready for it.” He reached for her hand and guided her to their bed. The firelight danced off the coverlet and she shivered as he urged her to lie across it.
    He took a place beside her, lying on his side to face her.
    “You liked what happened before?” he asked.
    She nodded. “Yes. Sometimes I would try to touch myself as you had touched me in the wax exhibit and found some echo of the pleasure, but never quite the same,” she admitted.
    His eyes fluttered shut. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he muttered, almost more to himself than to her. When he looked at her again, he was smiling. “I’ll repeat that and more, Georgina. I promise you.”
    He leaned over her and lowered his mouth to hers. She lifted into him, wrapped her arms around his neck, relaxing into the pleasure of his deep, probing kiss. When she sighed and shivered against him, he broke the kiss and glided lower, letting his mouth move against her throat, her collarbone. Finally, he settled his lips against her breast, just as she had been dreaming about him doing since the day of their engagement.
    His tongue swirled around her, blurring her vision and making her back arch as she moaned with pleasure. It was amazing that when he touched her elsewhere on her body, her sex responded so strongly. She tingled between her legs and she felt hot moisture beginning to pool there.
    He shifted to the opposite breast, sucking hard enough that she gasped and her fingers tangled in his hair to encourage more of the sharp, focused pleasure.
    He looked up at her, his dark eyes focused on her face even as he continued to lick and suck her. She locked gazes with him, the intensity between them making the sensations even more powerful.
    He smiled against her flesh and then he moved again, his mouth moving over her stomach. Her eyes went wide. He wasn’t going to…he couldn’t…
    He gently parted her legs with his warm hands and settled between them. He said nothing, but stared at her sex as if memorizing the look of her. She tensed as he traced her entrance with just the tip of his finger. Then he shocked her by burying his mouth against her and kissing her in that most intimate place.
    At first the kisses were chaste and closed-mouthed. But soon he darted his tongue out to trace her slit. And his fingers joined in the torture, spreading her lips open, giving him better access.
    If she had felt heat and wetness gathering there before, now there was nothing but lightning bolts of intense sensation. She lifted her hips toward him and he chuckled as he swirled his tongue around the tiny little bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. What had Annabelle called that? Her clitoris?
    Well, he had found it, and now he was suckling it as he had done with her nipple. Only the sensation he created was far more powerful, far more intense. She found herself flexing her sex in time, her breath coming short, her vision blurring, and suddenly she was on the edge of ultimate pleasure.
    “Please,” she panted, staring at him, grinding against him to find release. “Please.”
    He sucked even harder, and she couldn’t stop the keening cry that escaped her lips as little explosions of