Free Godiva: Unbridled by Jenny Dare Page B

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    “Come here, my beauty,” he said, his voice rough and low. She smiled slyly, closed her eyes and plunged her mouth over him, lips and tongue working together to control him, and another unchecked groan growled from his throat, more sticky, salty drops leaked willfully onto her tongue.
    “No, no my darling, please…” he gently pushed her head away from him, guided his hand to her shoulder, while the other reached to remove her fist from his stiff shaft. “Please,” he repeated. “I want to join with you. If you continue what you’re doing now, I’ll have no control and I want to feel you next to me. Come make love to me.” His eyes, so sincere, they beckoned with not just his lusty will but with his heart. She allowed him to pull her up, unfolding against his hard, naked body, her own nakedness soft and supple, melting against him. Instinctively, her legs moved astride him, and he pulled her into his lap, where she realized how she was once again slippery from her own want of him. Their bodies connected, and she surrendered her control, allowing him to move her hips, position her on him, slide easily into her heated depths. She shuddered and sighed, full, complete, wrapped her arms around his sturdy neck and fell totally into his kiss. Under her bottom, his palms moved her, and she thrust in time with his guidance, already feeling the tightening of her inner walls, coaxing him, willing him toward release. After a time her inner thighs felt weak, but her passion drove her, the deep touch of his hardness tickling against a spot inside that made her continue, his own pace quickening, deepening. And suddenly he broke from their kiss, his head flung back, and pressed her tightly against him, grinding up inside her, fingers squeezing tightly on her bottom, and he cried out as his shaft thumped and twitched inside her. This triggered something within, and she felt her own body respond, her nether lips gripping him, insides convulsing, her body stilling as she cried out as well.
    Exhausted, she collapsed against him, clutching him as she quivered, legs spent and unable to support her. He stood, carried her against him, both their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. They kissed as he passed through the curtain, walked the short distance to the bed and laid her down, lowering himself next to her. Long wisps of her hair stuck to her forehead, and he pushed them away, watching her intently as they both caught their breath. She stared back drowsily, returning his contented gaze.
    “I’ve a confession,” he whispered, reaching for her hand, kissing the knuckles as he twined his fingers with hers. She laughed softly.
    “Really? Are you sure this is the right time for confessions?” His gaze didn’t change, he still stared deeply into her eyes.
    “I’ve fallen in love with you, my lady,” he said. His words ebbed through her chest, warmed her deep inside. But her mind was clear even in the hazy aftermath of their lovemaking.
    “Are you certain this isn’t just the earthly pleasures speaking? Lust and passion are powerful forces.”
    “I cannot deny my lust for you, or that your beauty captivates me. But what I love is more than that. It is how you love. How you love Niklada, how you helped with the lamb tonight. Your love of the garden and for the food it gives. If you love me someday, I hope it will be open and unashamed, like that.”
    “And how do you know I don’t love you already?” He shook his head, but not sadly.
    “No, ‘tis important that you know yourself first. Rediscover who you are. Then they’ll be time to find love with me. If I’m still to your liking, when you do.”
    She ran her fingers over the swell of his bicep, then looked up to him in the flickering light of the lantern by the bed and wrapped her arm across his chest. “Good night, Thomas,” she whispered, squeezing him tightly.

Chapter 11

    The Earl stared at his calendar, his brow set in a perpetual scowl. Two weeks had passed