Miller, Raine - The Undoing of a Libertine (Siren Publishing Classic) (21 page)

Something seemed to spur him. Maybe it was the cry she made, but he was freer, more abandoned in his movements this time. He stroked with more force.

“You’re tight.” He began to moan in that surging way, punctuating an exhale with each thrust.

Georgina loved the sound of him when he moved in and out. It made her feel powerful to know that taking him into her body felt very good to him. She didn’t know much about male physiology, especially when it came to sex, but it didn’t take brilliance to understand that the sounds Jeremy was making meant he liked what they were doing.

Bearing down on him, she squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft and the onslaught of his strokes.

“God, yes! Keep squeezing me. Don’t stop! Gina!”

The plunging sex barreled on, his lips dropping to her breasts where he drew her nipples into his mouth, suckling deeply, first one and then the other. It was ravishment, pure and simple. And being ravished by Jeremy was nothing less than divine. Georgina could only describe the sensation as a hunger. The sliding back and forth got her moving against him. She felt the soft slap of testes bumping her with every stroke. He fit perfectly inside her, and she wanted him to keep moving forcefully like he was. Using her inner muscles to squeeze tight around him some more, she heard him rasp out strained words. “I’m going to—”

As soon as he spoke, he released one of her hands and moved his palm down between them. Long, purposeful fingers glided over and into her soaked core as he continued to pump hard against it. “Come with me, Gina. Come with me, please!”

Something was happening to her. His movements, his words, and now the stroking to her slick nub forced a building roar to come erupting through her body. Intense convulsions consumed her so that she couldn’t help but cry out. Jeremy seemed to be cresting the final surge of his own release, growing rigid as he shot his seed on a hard thrust and filled her up. All she could do was cling to him and ride the wave of satisfaction that pulsed through every part of her. She melded into his body, letting the senses take her over.

Eventually awareness returned, and she was brought to the realization that both had stopped moving and were flat on their backs, side by side. Panting together for a long time, unable to do anything other than breathe.

She reacted first. “I—I—” Unable to stop the tears, she brought her hand up to her mouth and wept, the emotion of the experience all consuming.

Jeremy spoke stiffly. “I was too rough. I scared you, didn’t I?”

“Nooo.” She shuddered, looking over at him.

“You can tell me, Gina. I know I’m a beast when I fuck—umm when I took you just then—I’m sorry!” He looked totally miserable and unsure of himself. “Shall I go anyway? I can sleep in another—”

“It’s not you or how you did it! Jeremy, please don’t leave me here—” she wailed, knowing she sounded hysterical and pitiful and couldn’t blame him one jot for wanting to get away.

“What’s wrong then? Why are you upset?” He loomed over her now, frowning.

Georgina attempted a calm response hoping it might soothe him. “Something happened to me. I never felt anythi—”

“You came,” he interrupted. “You got an orgasm, a release, a rush of pleasure that overtook you. Am I right? Please say I’m right!” His eyes entreated as his voice sounded hopeful.

She nodded. “Jeremy, it felt good. Wickedly good.” The need for air into her lungs was still great. Even now she still gulped in air as she came down from the heady peak. “I had no idea such—”

He kissed her hard, interrupting again. “That’s what you’re supposed to feel, what I want you to feel! Wickedly good, every time!”

“Truly?”

“I don’t lie. Truly.” He began showering kisses over her cheeks, kissing away the tear streaks. “You please me so much, Gina, and giving you pleasure in this makes it all the more perfect.” His expression changed then. He looked rueful now.

“What is it, Jeremy? You are frowning at me again.”

“I’m afraid I won’t ever get enough of you. I am a randy lout. I’ll want you like this all the time. Gina, I know I will.”

“I don’t mind,” she whispered against his lips, “and you’re no lout. Can you make that happen again? What you did that felt so nice? Next time?”

She felt those same lips stretch into a smile at her request, and then a most emphatic “yes” was whispered against her mouth.

Chapter Nineteen

Beauty is the lover’s gift.

—William Congreve,
The Way of the World
(1700)

“Good morning, Mrs. Greymont.” Georgina opened her eyes to Jeremy’s grinning and rather smug face above her.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching you wake,” he said naughtily, “a most mesmerizing sight.”

“Why?” Indulging in a satisfying stretch, Georgina became aware of her lack of clothing and the newness of being in bed with a man. A very masculine and amorous man.

“Well, imagine my surprise this morning to find a gorgeous woman, naked in my bed. Wherever did she come from? I wondered. And what should I do with her?”

His silliness forced a true laugh from her. She giggled, playing along. “Maybe I am lost. You should send me on my way, I think, and by the by, my memories of you are quite clouded. I don’t remember much. Your name, sir?”

“You don’t remember? Tsk, tsk, we cannot have that,” he purred, arching a brow and looking so very devilishly handsome in his mock displeasure. “And you are going nowhere!” Reaching her waist, he tickled quickly. “Do you remember now?”

Shrieking laughter was the only response she could give him.

“I like you here in my bed, especially the naked part!” He raised both brows rakishly. He was a rake. A very sweet and lovely rake. And he was hers now.

“Your name?” She managed to ask through bubbled laughter while attempting to block his tickling. “You neglected to tell me your name, sir!”

He loomed over her lips, hovering close. “I am Mr. Greymont, besotted husband of Mrs. Greymont, a most beauteous woman who must be ravished properly, and most urgently I might add.”

“Ah, really? Is this something Mrs. Greymont should expect to happen often? Ravishment?”

“I should say, yes. In fact, I
know
she should resign herself to it.”

“And why is that?” she quipped.

“Because Mr. Greymont cannot keep his hands off her! He’s only a lowly man for God’s sake.” His hand started roving purposefully over her hip and the swell of her bottom, just to prove his point. “He cannot help himself.”

“Mmm, they are lovely hands, and he does such wonderful things with them.”

“He is skilled with other parts besides hands,” he reminded knowingly, his voice dropping to a husky burr as his blue eyes deepened in color. He wanted to have her again. This she was certain of. The previous night’s instruction had taught her that much at least.

“Ah, yes.” Heat flooded her lower parts at his naughty words. She knew what was coming. It felt good to be touched and caressed and kissed. Desired.

He pressed forward, his stiff shaft to her core and his hot mouth to her breasts. The heat of their bodies coming together, ignited an incendiary fire with only one way to extinguish.

* * * *

“And to think we worried you’d be unable to bear this,” he murmured, tracing a finger over the curve of a breast.

“I find myself completely and utterly happy for all my misunderstandings.” Gina rolled on top of him and grinned. “It’s a good thing to be wrong sometimes.”

“I am so relieved you’re not afraid of me—of this. I never want to hurt or frighten you.”

“I know that.”

Jeremy reached around the small of her back with his hands and pressed downward, smoothing over her lush hips and gripping both sides while grinding another erection up from beneath. His near-constant state of hardness around her was another surprise.

He couldn’t help any of it. Biology simply took over, his cock heating up, lengthening, wanting to penetrate into her clutching depths. If she was close, his body sought what it needed, wanted, and craved.

“I could touch your body forever. Every part of you is delicious and so very fine…” he whispered up at her.

She stared down at him, focusing in on his lips. Impulsively, he told her, “Kiss me.”

Gina’s lips parted before dropping down to join his. He could see the white of her teeth as her mouth opened. The soft brush of her tongue pushing out and into him was another jolt to the raging thing between his hips. She swirled around his tongue and over his teeth and then sucked on his bottom lip, just the way he’d done to her last night. His bride was a fast learner. Jeremy let her explore with him, thrilled with her gentle attempts at discovery.

“Your lips are softer now that you’ve shaved, but I like your scruffy beard shadow as well. Makes you look rugged and mysterious.”

“Do you?”

“Oh yes.”

“And here I thought I should please you by being all smooth and civilized for you at our wedding.”

“Civilized or rugged, you please me.”

“What a lucky, lucky man am I!” he told her, and believing every word.

She just looked down at him, a half-smile on her face, her topaz eyes warming him, making his heart swell with possessiveness and something else. Love? How was such sentiment even possible for him? Jeremy had lived for years, detached and unemotional in his dealings with scores of women. And now? Not anymore. With Gina he felt nothing
but
attached and emotional, wanting only to show her how very important she was to him. How could he have transformed so completely and so quickly? Jeremy didn’t even miss all the empty, rough sex he’d had before. It was nothing to him now. Not after last night. But the intimacy with Gina had sure meant something. He could only describe making love with her as special and precious. Jeremy realized that sex with a person he cared for made it fulfilling, and this was a completely new experience to him.

“What would you like to do today?” he blurted.

Her eyes flickered as she looked away shyly.

“Tell me.”

She tried to move off, but he snagged his hands onto her bottom to keep her securely on top of him. “Are you shy now?” he whispered. He tickled her side a little. “After last night?” He rolled them over so he now had her trapped below him. Nuzzling her neck and lower to her breasts, he licked slow circles around the centers until she arched into his tongue, an erotic moan tumbling out of her. The sound that came from her throat so dripped of sex he felt himself punch out a hard erection on her thigh.
What a surprise!

“Don’t be shy with me, Gina. You need only ask,” he purred, sure she wanted more from him, more of his cock, more orgasms. “I can make you find heaven again.” He ground his hips downward. “Do you want me to teach you…other ways we can be together?”

Jeremy could do all of that for her and would be happy to be of service. In fact, the idea of leaving the bed, leaving her body right now was an unbearable notion.

“Maybe later?”

“What?” Did he hear correctly? Did she say “later” to the sex?

“I—I thought I’d have a bath…and maybe some tea?” She lifted her lashes, her eyes hopeful.

He felt his cock wither, and the guilt took over from there. “Shit! Aw, pardon the language. Of course! You must need some privacy, and food, for God’s sake!” His shoulders fell. “Gina, I am a beast, and I apologize. I don’t know anything about being married. I’m an insensible lout who can’t keep away from you for a—” He shut off the lunatic babbling coming from his mouth and leapt off of her and out of the bed. He grabbed his robe and shoved his body into it.