The Mistaken Escort's Pleasure: A Liaison Novel (12 page)

Her movements stopped at his confession, but as she opened her mouth to reply, his fingers brushed against her core and all thoughts and sounds scattered.
 
The outside world ceased to exist with his first touch.
 
As he explored her, she wanted nothing but this man and his touch.

“Please.”
 
She had no idea what she was begging for, but she needed him to touch her, to end this aching need that built with each faltered breath.

She arched toward his fingers, and sucked in a startled breath when he sat back, out of her reach.
 
He removed the rest of her clothing with one solid tug and dropped them next to the bed, but it was when his eyes roamed over her nude body that the fire blazed out of control.

“I need to taste you.”

“I’ve never… had anyone—”

“That’s what makes it so sweet.”

His voice had deepened so much that the shiver that ran through her body became a constant quake, waiting for his touch to end the ache that threatened to drag her under.
 
Her moan exploded out of her throat as he dragged his hands up her calves, her thighs.
 
When his thumb brushed against her clit, her hips surged to meet his touch.
 
One brush, and then another, sent her reeling.
 
At the same time, she sought more of his touch and the astonishing responses he drew from her.
 

When his tongue touched her core, she couldn’t form words to describe the sensations that crashed against her.
 
His hands anchored her to the bed, wrapping around her thighs and holding her hips down when she tried to move away from his talented tongue and mouth.
 
As his movements centered on her core and her release, his groans added to the ecstasy that threatened to pull her under.
 
Her hands clenched by her side as she moaned his name, over and over for the next feverish minutes, unable to absorb all the pleasure, but at the same time, wanting more, wanting everything he could give her.

“Lucian,” she cried out as her first orgasm swept through her.
 
Her body arched against his mouth, the small movements of his tongue extending the bliss that he’d created.
 
Her body shook with the aftermath.
 
When his face moved into view, she buried her face in his neck, unable to express her tremulous emotions stirring deep inside.

“Are you okay?”

The words lodged in her throat, and she was unable to tell him how much it meant for her to have her first experience with him.

She leaned back to catch his eye, and what she saw stalled her breathing.

His bright-green eyes sparked brighter than she’d ever seen them, but it was the way he looked at her.
 
His eyes were concentrated on her and intense, as if he had discovered his sole reason for existing.

She pulled him in for a kiss and moaned as she tasted herself on his lips, enjoying when he delved deeper, tasting every inch of her mouth, in a desperate need to get closer to her.
 
What she wanted was to give him pleasure, and feeling his erection pressed against the inside of her thigh gave her the courage to explore him.

As the kiss intensified, she nudged him onto his back while letting her hands roam over his chest and arms.
 
When she broke the kiss, he reached for her, but she danced out of reach.

“My turn.”

He dropped back, using his forearm to cover his eyes, and groaned aloud.
 
She took this as permission, and her mouth soon followed her hands as she traveled down his impressive torso.
 
His entire body tensed as she drew closer to his erection, and she rubbed her hands against his arms and chest in an effort to get him to relax.
 
Instead, his breathing increased and his hips arched up, brushing his hardness against her stomach.
 
She settled between his legs, taking the time for her gaze to travel over this gorgeous man, primed and ready.
 
She held her breath as her fingers reached for the waistband of his boxers, before lowering them down his legs, inch by excruciating inch.
 
Each gasp and moan that she drew from him encouraged her to continue.

He moved his free hand, effectively trapping both of hers against his hot skin.
 
“I’m not going to be able to last with your mouth on me,” he groaned.

She leaned toward the patch of hair that trailed from his chest down to his manhood, and licked several inches.
 
She rubbed her cheek against his hardness, loving his choppy breaths and the groans he couldn’t contain.

“Lift up.”

He paused for a moment, debating whether her shaky voice was hesitation or need, before his hips rose.
 
She shimmied down the bed, taking his jeans with her, revealing what she had long suspected each time he had touched her.
 
When his impressive erection sprung free, she couldn’t hold in the gasp of surprise at the sheer size of it.
 
She paused, his boxer briefs trapped in the middle of his thighs, as she looked her fill.
 
Her hand reached for him, and when she encountered silky skin, she moaned, feeling for the first time the power that it held.
 
Her hand flexed, and his groan of delight told her that she gave him a fraction of pleasure he’d granted her.

She gazed in wonder as a small drop of liquid formed on the tip of his erection, and she wondered how he would taste.
 
After a quick flick of her tongue, she moaned at her first taste of him.
 
That little taste wasn’t enough to satisfy her curiosity.
 
Acting on instinct, she leaned in closer and licked the length of him, starting with the base and stopping at the tip.
 
Her head snapped up and she met his eyes as he uttered her name as if he were in pain.

“Am I doing this wrong?”

Their eyes met, and he shook his head.
 
“I’m trying not to lose control, love.”

His statement brought a smile to her lips.
 
But she hadn’t forgotten about his pleasure, and squeezed the base of his erection at the same time her tongue darted out and brushed a lick over the tip.
 
His answering groan gave her courage to continue, knowing this time it was pleasure, not pain.
 
She pursed her lips and started a light suction, and groaned against his hot skin as she took more of him inside her mouth, concentrating each time she made him gasp or groan in satisfaction.

He was bigger than she expected, despite the minutes she stared at him as though he were a display in a museum.
 
Her hand wrapped around the base of his erection and parroted the movements of her mouth, to compensate for his size.
 
With each movement of her mouth, her hand would follow as she set a rhythm that made his breathing stutter and his groans grow louder.
 
The rhythm, along with the taste of his salty skin, made her strive for more of his essence.
 
She increased the suction of her mouth, and soon, she could hear a plea in his voice as he spoke to her.

“Move your mouth,” he breathed as her rhythm increased.

She had no intention of moving anywhere.
 
Lucian was her first touch of sex, of love, and she wanted to experience every moment, every sound that came from deep in his chest, how he moaned her name as he enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him.
 
Once more, she increased the pressure and sped up her movements, until his hoarse shout reverberated around the room.
 

She was reluctant to pull away, savoring his taste and touch, when he reached for her and settled her close to his side.
 
She closed her eyes and savored his essence, as they both caught their breaths.
 
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, laying her head on his chest.
 
A smile bloomed as she thought about starting her day, every day, being able to touch him.
 
His kisses were potent, but the gratification he gave her was addicting.
 

Her body started to relax, but her eyes popped open as he groaned her name and pressed her against the bed.
 
She watched as he inched his way up her body, savoring each graze of his skin.
 
Her eyes widened as she felt his impressive erection pressed to her stomach.
 
Her gaze raked over his naked body as she ran her hands over his tight stomach, and lower, to his straining thighs, before heading up to caress his chest.
 
She was becoming addicted to the feel of his body against hers, and under her hands.

He cupped her face, and with the first brush of his lips against hers, her body sparked fire.
 
They groaned as their mouths warred with each other, trying to get closer and deeper, while their hands and legs intertwined, becoming one.
 
He nipped her lower lip, and she tilted her head, craving more.
 
He tasted of mint, and also something that was uniquely Lucian.
 
She lifted closer to him, and for several feverish minutes, they fed off each other while their bodies strained just out of reach of the pleasure they both sought.

She ripped her mouth from his.
 
“Please, I need you inside me.”

His intense stare told her everything.

“Don’t hold back.
 
Forget your control, and take me.”

Chapter Thirteen

Lucian ran his fingers through her hair, savoring her curvy body beneath his, after she gave him the greatest pleasure in his life.
 
He gritted his teeth at her words, knowing that a small sliver of control was what kept him from plunging deep inside her and fucking her until they both screamed out in pleasure.
 
He wanted to savor their first time together, and try to convince her with his caresses and kisses that he treasured each moment they were together.
 
The part of him under control understood that he held his entire existence in his arms, and he was never letting her go.
 

“I want it to be good for you,” he groaned.

She turned her expressive sky-blue eyes to his, and his heart stopped in his chest.

Throughout his years, work had been his refuge, the place where he thought his true happiness lay.
 
Women were a distraction.
 
Not one of them had ever touched his heart, or led him to believe that there was anything between them, other than a few satisfying occasions in bed.

He could trace his drive to his family and their support; he also saw what it took to make a relationship successful.
 
His parents had been married for close to thirty-five years, and his older brother and his wife, close to six, and noticed that love grew between them, not diminished.

Until he’d met Ellie, he had no idea that he would ever experience a connection with another person, and he’d been content.
 
He never accounted for the restlessness that had set in, or the sense of something more that lingered whenever he went home to an empty apartment after a long day.
 
Because Ellie had come into his life without warning, he was taken aback when he realized that her happiness was tied to his.
 
Despite their chemistry, and his inability to keep from touching her, he’d waited for this moment, afraid that their connection would be broken if the moment wasn’t right.
 
But the look in her eyes told him that she trusted him implicitly.

He brought his mouth to hers, and without telling her aloud all the emotions rushing through him, he conveyed them in a kiss that stole their breaths and left them both aching for more.

“I waited for this, for you, my entire life,” she whispered.

 
A rumble started deep in his chest, and without wasting one more second, he lowered his hips and brushed his cock against her wetness.
 
He caught her shocked gasp in his mouth as he rubbed himself up and down, sending electric shocks throughout his body and preparing her for his invasion.

“Yes, yes, more,” she begged.

Unable to hold back, he bent his arms and lowered his hips a fraction, until he could feel her warmth radiating from her closeness.
 
He shifted his hips forward, entering her inch by excruciating inch, holding at each interval to watch her reaction.

Her head was thrown back, and each of her breaths made her breasts sway, enticing him to take her into his mouth; her hands gripped him, pulling him closer.

Gritting his teeth, he lowered himself farther, and when the head of his cock was surrounded by her heat, and he could feel a small barrier that told him what he’d suspected all along.
 
His control slipped for a moment, and before he could forget why he needed to take it slow and plunge inside her, he locked his elbows and lifted his hips.

Her inner muscles squeezed and a guttural groan rushed from his chest.
 
He slammed his eyes closed and concentrated on his breathing, trying to get a semblance of control.

At that moment, the decision to go slow was taken out of his hands.
 
His eyes snapped open when he felt her legs wrap around his waist, and in one surge, she drove her hips up, and impaled herself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he shouted.

He pressed her down with his hips, not trusting himself to pull out of her, in case he’d hurt her with the swift movement.

His gaze met hers.

Although he expected to see pain etched in her face, he instead found pure ecstasy.
 
Her hips wriggled under him, but he savored the moment where he had become the first man she trusted with her innocence.

“Move,” she demanded.