The Rightful Lord (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 3) by Sahara Kelly (13 ebook reader .TXT) 📕

My actions seemed to shatter his reticence, and he seized me, kissing me with all that wonderful savagery and passion.

His hands quickly found my body and slipped my robe away, just as my hands were pushing his shirt over his shoulders and then unfastening his breeches. I was not ashamed to show him I wanted him, nor afraid to kiss his chest, lick and suck his small nipples and slide my hand down between his legs to grasp that heated length that throbbed in my palm.

He is so amazing, so unexpected. 

Yes, he worshipped my breasts, licking and sucking the way I like so much. But then he dropped to his knees and parted my thighs. I was already wet, excited and eager for him.

I did not expect the gentle kisses he lavished on my mound and my upper thighs. Nor the delicate touches of his lips against my soaked folds. 

Light as a butterfly’s wings, his tongue dappled my sex with kisses and licks, teasing my arousal so high I could feel my flesh swelling with desire.

Had he not taken hold of my thighs, I would have fallen, but soon he tired of such play and stood, stripping the rest of his clothing and then looking at me, his gaze drifting over my body, down to my toes and back, lingering here and there.

He reached out and cupped my breasts, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. He smiled as I made a sound and told me he loved to hear me respond like that.

Then, to my astonishment, he picked me up, ordered me to put my legs around him, and sank me onto his cock.

It was…incredible. He walked us to the mirror, standing in front of it, sideways, so that we could both see our bodies. Telling me to watch, he started to move, his muscles clenching as he raised and lowered me.

It was so very erotic, I blush to even write these words. But needless to say it was very effective, and I found myself on the edge of my release far too soon. 

Seeing our skin, his darker than mine, rubbing against each other, my white thighs around his waist, my breasts so full and taut and pressed to his chest - a vision I will never forget.

Finally he dropped me to the bed and followed me down, inside me before I could protest his leaving me.

We devoured each other with deep, savage kisses that stole my breath and gave me his. I believe I may have scratched his back in an attempt to get him closer, and I know he groaned as he plundered me, thrusting faster and faster, slapping our bodies together, each of us fighting to find that last moment, that eternity when we hung above the precipice and prepared to fall.

He cried out and gave one final thrust, spearing into me, deeper than I can ever recall. I must have made a sound too, but I don’t remember. I was lost, tipped into the void, clinging to Royce as his cock throbbed violently within me, matched only by the equally violent spasms where he was sheathed by my inner muscles. I felt his seed boil and erupt into my body, a sensation that fueled my release and prolonged it.

Could two people ever get any closer than this?

I was spent, lax of limb and blank of mind. But Royce? He pulled himself free, then turned me over onto my stomach. His hands stroked me, shoulder to buttock, hip to toe. He lavished kisses all over me, and I’m not convinced that a single spot remained untouched. I felt - cherished, I believe is the best word. So very cherished by his tender attentions.

He soothed, then aroused, and to my astonishment the rush of desire returned in full force. His hands found the sides of my breasts and the inside of my thighs, delicate touches that stimulated rather than calmed me. 

It was not long before I found myself moving urgently, needing him once more.

He took a couple of my pillows and raised me, pushing them beneath my hips and thus presenting me for his pleasure.

I will admit I blushed at the thought of what he must see. Can a woman ever relish the notion of a lover staring at her backside? I certainly have difficulty. I fully expect that all my cheeks were blushing.

But Royce seemed pleased, stroking my buttocks so gently, then giving them tiny loving slaps. Was this punishment? No, but I found it unusually pleasing. My skin warmed under his palms and where he slapped, he licked, a dual assault of tenderness and firmness that undid me.

I could feel his cock; he would brush it against my wet folds and then against my hot skin.

I wondered if he would enter me again, and if so, where. Royce is blessed with a sizeable cock, and there was no salve at hand if he planned on taking a different road. I do not dislike that, but it helps to be fully aroused, to be craving it. And at that point I was desirous of being taken in the ordinary way.

Perhaps he sensed it, because his attentions drifted to my wet flesh and his teasing fingers had me gasping and writhing. When he pulled me to my knees and position himself behind me, I nearly sobbed for joy.

He came in so deeply, so strongly that I had to fight to keep my balance, but oh how wonderful a feeling it was.

Royce touched me with everything he was, every part of his body, his hands, his cock, his chest as he leaned toward me and tweaked my nipples - I felt immersed in him. He, more than any of my other gentlemen, makes love in a way that demands everything I have to give, simply