Page 11 of Surrender to Sin

A scorching amber gaze met hers. “Show me.”

…

The sight of Grace on her knees, the desire and excitement in her eyes, was a true combination of heaven and hell. When eleven o’clock had come and gone he’d paced his parlor, wondering if something had happened to her, or if that bastard Baxter had shown up and played the fiancé card to steal her away. Then she’d arrived, all sweet smiles and lust-darkened eyes, and he’d been torn between bear hugging her and blistering her ears with a lecture to rival anything she experienced in finishing school. Damnation. How could someone he’d only known a few days call forth such a range of strong emotions?

And then she’d asked for a real affair.

His hand in her hair had been a method to regain control, to remind her who was in charge. Yet he wasn’t. Not by any stretch of the imagination. In the next twenty seconds, begging her to free his painfully engorged cock from the constriction of his trousers and take him into her mouth, was as likely as the sun setting in the west.

Straightening his shoulders, Sin tugged again on her silky, rose-scented hair. “I said show me. This is your chance for atonement, Grace.”

Her hands lifted, clumsily unfastening his trousers in a way that dragged her knuckles back and forth against his erection. Christ. If he came from this most innocent form of sexual torture, he might as well retire from the pleasure business immediately.

“May…may I kiss your cock, Sin?”

A short nod was all he could manage, and finally, thankfully, she took him in her hands and leaned forward so her pink, plump lips brushed the swollen tip. Again and again she kissed him, moving her mouth so she hit a different spot each time. Now the side, then the base, an exquisite, prolonged trail of her lips along a prominent vein while she cupped his heavy balls.

“Stop,” he said through gritted teeth, as he removed his hand from her hair and squeezed the base of his cock.

“Why? Am I doing it wrong? I’m sorry. I haven’t much exp—”

“No. If you want a real affair, I want you undressed. Fully, so you can show me every inch of your beautiful body. How hard are your nipples, Grace? As hard as yesterday? Stand up so I can see.”

“My clothing,” she whispered, lifting her arms so he could remove her lavender-striped gown, turning so he could loosen her stays. “Is always too tight when I’m here.”

He smiled. “Then by all means, take off your chemise.”

In one inelegant movement the garment lay on the floor. Instinctively, one arm crossed her breasts and another covered her pussy, then she took an audible breath, lifted her chin, and dropped her arms to her sides.

Hell.

She was even more perfect than he imagined. Full breasts with large, pale pink nipples. Narrow waist, flaring hips, and a thatch of visibly damp blond curls between her shapely legs. His cock surged and pulsed at the thought of being buried deep in that sweet, tight heat, and a drop of pre-come appeared on the head. Catching it with his thumb, Sin was about to flick the moisture away, when Grace touched his wrist.

“Please.”

Wordlessly, he offered it to her, and she licked her lips before darting out her pointed little tongue and lapping his thumb clean.

Fuck.

Taking her hand, he near-dragged her over to a chaise, sitting her down so her mouth was at the exact same height as his cock.

“Suck me,” he ordered in a voice so hoarse and strained it was a wonder she could even understand him. But she did, and soon she held his cock in her hand while she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip. Unable to stop himself, his fingers again tangled in her hair, guiding her head while his cock glided an inch farther into her avid mouth.

Grace made a humming sound of pleasure and he groaned at the added sensation, murmuring words of praise, of instruction, to use her tongue on the underside, to hollow her cheeks for stronger suction. Now utterly incapable of restraint, he began fucking her mouth with rough, unsteady strokes, and she was taking it, oh Christ, she was reveling in it. Inexpertly but greedily sucking him deeper while one hand cupped and stroked his balls.

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re sucking me so good. I’m going to…fuck,” Sin snarled, a guttural cry torn from his very depths as every muscle tightened then released in waves of pure ecstasy, and his come gushed down her throat in several long, violent streams.

Panting, his legs about to fold beneath him, he reluctantly withdrew his cock from Grace’s eager mouth and collapsed on the chaise beside her.

It made no sense whatsoever that the most inexperienced woman he’d ever been with had given him the most intense orgasm, but here she sat, this bishop’s daughter, this picture-perfect widow from the back end of bloody Gloucester. Already he could feel himself hardening again at the thought of having her under him, over him, hell, any way she wanted.

“Sin,” she purred, her eyes sparkling as she ran her fingernails along his abdomen and stroked his trail of dark hair, “could you—”

“No,” he replied, trapping her hands in one of his, a gentle grip, but one she wouldn’t be able to free herself from.

“No?”

Sin’s lips twitched as acute dismay replaced the fevered lust on her face. He’d never met a ton woman so refreshingly lacking in guile, and knowing all her responses were genuine only added to her charm. “That’s right, no. If I let you come, it is not much of a penalty for your lateness, is it?”