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.
The sound made her smile.
“I’ve come to be wary when you wear that mischievous look,” he said.
Sophie fluttered her lashes innocently. “Mischief? Me?”
“Ha!”
She crawled over him and settled between his spread legs. The pattern of his breathing changed, became faster as the muscles in his thighs tensed. Her breasts brushed against his skin and his breath hissed out between his teeth. The power she held to give him pleasure was heady, as was the sight of his body, which aroused her to a fever pitch. Her hand closed around him and angled his throbbing cock to meet her eager mouth.
“Christ!” Justin arched off the bed as Sophie’s soft, wet lips surrounded him.
He had been serviced this way countless times, yet it had never felt like this. He was ready to blow. After his recent galvanic orgasm, he should be able to enjoy a lazy climb to the peak. Instead, he was gritting his teeth to prevent toppling over.
“Umm…” she purred, lifting her head. “I like this. I believe I shall do this every day.”
He choked. The sight of her mouth poised just above his cock was a fantasy he had cherished for years. To think of such pleasure daily…“You’ll kill me.”
“You’ll bear it.” Sophie pumped her hand and his hips jerked.
“Bloody hell!”
Cum beaded the tip of his cock. He watched in an agony of lust as her tongue came out and licked up the drop. The sound she made, one of deep pleasure, made his balls draw up.
“Suck it,” he groaned, reaching for her, cupping her cheeks so that he could feel her mouth open. He felt his hardness through the softness of her cheek, and gasped as her tongue lifted and stroked the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The next he knew he was writhing atop the linens, his jaw aching with the force with which he clenched it, his arms tense and fingers cramped as he forced himself to hold her gently.
Sweet Sophie was driving him insane, her hungry mouth sucking and sucking, her cheeks hollowing with every drawing pull, her head bobbing in a wild, unrestrained rhythm as if loving him this way was for her pleasure alone.
Dear God, he was going to die. He was muttering and cursing and begging, wanting her to stop. Wanting her never to stop.
Her gentle fingers cupped his tight sac and squeezed gently, rolling his balls, heating them with the warmth of her palm. His eyes widened with the knowledge that he was about to come, his throat working to warn her, but no sound came out.
With the last of his strength he pushed her away. Her response was a growl and hard, deep suction.
He came like a geyser, groaning, blasting deep into the welcoming depths of her mouth. Her hand urgently stroked the length of him that would not fit inside her, pumping his cum up the shaft to spill over her working
