Page 6 of Wicked with Him

When she did, Crawford leaned back a bit and slid his fingers into the space they’d created. He brushed across her sex and then teased his fingertips down lower, around his own cock inside her. When he slid those same fingers, now slippery wet, higher up, touching a spot so exquisitely sensitive, she moaned out loud and shuddered.

“Yes, sweetheart. I want you to feel passion tonight, too…but not too loud, if you don’t mind. Whisper to me what you like.”

Amity had assumed Crawford would do the deed and quickly vanish into the night. Not want to talk about it during the act of lovemaking and take his time pleasing her. “I like this.”

“What exactly about this excites you?” he asked, kissing her cheek while strumming over that sensitive spot again and again.

“This.”

“Not my cock inside you?”

“Yes. No. All of it.” She chuckled and looked up into his face. “You.”

“Damn,” he growled.

He suddenly started moving with more frenzy against her, inside her, his fingers pressing over that spot so sensitive and throbbing.

She immediately missed the slow tenderness of their beginning. The touches and caresses had made her ruin somehow less sordid and shameful.

His pace slowed again, and then he pressed hard into her body, but his touch became frenzied upon her sex. “Such a lovely tight cunny. So warm around me!”

Amity blushed and buried her face in his shoulder again. It shouldn’t…but his compliment excited her. Aroused her even more.

“I never imagined I could have you, but I’m sure I’ll never forget.” Crawford suddenly eased her back against the wall. They were still joined at the hip as he grasped her bodice and jerked it down, ripping the fabric, and his hand settled on her bare breast. “I wish I could see you naked. My cock surging into you. Your breast tumbling out of your gown and my hand on these perfect plump orbs. Legs spread and my fingers teasing your clit to bring you to completion. My teeth grazing your lovely white shoulder. Giving you a lover’s mark.”

To illustrate his words, he bit down on her shoulder and lingered there a long time, sucking on her skin.

Amity shivered, holding him closer than ever. “Is that enough?”

“No,” he huffed. He swore under his breath. “You’re one of those women.”

“What women?”

“The slow-to-find-completion type.”

She frowned. “Is that bad?”

Crawford juggled her in his arms, holding her up entirely without the wall’s help again. “Given tonight’s urgency, it could be.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t ever apologize for challenging me,” he ordered. “I have never left a lady unsatisfied, and I’m not about to with you, either. Hold tight to me and don’t let go.”

This time when he touched her sex, she felt desire more powerfully, somehow. Crawford held her close, his hand persisting to tease her as he ground into her. They stood entwined in each other’s arms, panting heavily as time seemed to stand still. They could have been the only two souls in the world. Except for the ballroom full of society’s finest, her family standing among them.

Amity loved the slower pace better than everything he’d done to her so far that night. She tightened her legs around his hips to keep him as close as possible. She knew she must look utterly shameful with her legs wrapped around a near stranger, but she didn’t care.

The sensations only grew in strength the longer they made love, until she couldn’t think of anything else but reaching for more of that elusive sensation. Crawford grabbed her bare bum and rocked quickly against her.

Amity’s back arched, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, caught off guard by a sudden increase of feeling. Her body tightened all over and she whimpered, quickly trying to muzzle the sound of her cries.

“My God!” Crawford groaned.

And then it was over.

Crawford set her on her feet and drew back.

Amity’s legs nearly buckled, and she put her hand out to the wall for support as she adjusted to the sudden end of Crawford’s embrace. It took her a moment to get her bearings, but eventually she pushed her skirts down.