Page 121 of A Portrait of Love

“Oh God, Honoria,” he whispered, his body shaking.

When she pulled back, a strand of clear liquid connected her tongue to his crown.

Simon groaned as his head fell back; he was so boneless with lust that merely standing was a challenge.

Slender warm fingers closed around his hand and lifted it off his cock.

“Like this?” she asked.

He swore his head weighed a thousand pounds as he lifted it to gaze down at her.

She’d made a fist around him and was stroking; it was a beautiful bloody sight.

“Yes, just so—a bit harder,” he encouraged, sucking in a breath when she flexed her strong fingers. “Just below the crown is the most sensitive part. Urgh, yes, very good,” he praised, letting her get the feel of him for a moment.

And then he said, “Put me in your mouth while your hand works my shaft.”

Her already parted lips opened wider in shock, her hand freezing in mid-stroke.

Simon chuckled, running a finger across her full lower lip. “I want to see you take me.”

She shuddered, her eyelids fluttering but not closing.

“Open,” he urged, “and lick your lips. Yes, just like that.” He smiled as she swallowed several times and then leaned toward him, her wet lips stretching to surround his swollen crown, her eyes never leaving his.

If Simon had seen anything more beautiful in his life than her pouty lips wrapped around him, he couldn’t recall it.

“Ah, Christ,” he swore, his body shuddering as he forced his hips to remain still, gritting his teeth as she explored him rather enthusiastically. Her hand had stilled, but he didn’t give a damn. Watching his thick shaft fill her mouth was better than a gamahuching from the most skilled courtesan in the world.

Her tongue caressed from root to tip, flicking the sensitive underside and he knew he wouldn’t be able to maintain control.

Simon groaned. “That feels too good, love.” He withdrew and grabbed her beneath her arms, lifting her onto the bed. The action painfully stretched the scars on his left side but he didn’t give a damn.

“Hands and knees, darling,” he ordered, reaching for her slim hips and effortlessly flipping her onto her front. He hooked his hands beneath her and pulled her hips up, laying his hand between her shoulders and pressing her until her head rested on the bed.

When he had her positioned how he wanted he leaned back to admire her. “Bloody hell you’re gorgeous.” He slid a hand over her long, lean flank, tracing the generous curve of her arse, his fingers dipping into her cleft.

She jolted when he grazed her tight little pucker and he smiled. There would be plenty of time for that some other night.

He parted her delicate folds and lightly circled her bud. “You’re wet, Honey. I think you enjoyed putting your mouth on me.”

She squirmed beneath his erotic petting, pushing against his hand.

On his next stroke, he slid a finger inside her. Good God she felt like heaven.

He kept that blasphemous thought to himself but continued his thorough exploration.

“Answer me, Honey—did you like pleasuring me with your mouth and tongue?”

She growled, sounding a bit like an angry badger. “Yes, I liked it,” she said in a mulish voice that made him grin.

“You liked what?”

“Doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“You won’t quit asking until I say it will you?” Her voice was muffled by the bedding, but he could hear her desire clearly beneath her frustration.