Secrets of Sin. Chloe HarrisЧитать онлайн книгу.
shirt fell open far enough that he could shed it.
The garment hadn’t even touched the floor when Reinier’s lips found her skin again and his hand found hers. He guided her to him just like before, making her touch him. She complied, but when her fingertips brushed his breeches’ seam, she stiffened. At the sudden change in her, Connor’s head snapped up.
To be honest, Reinier was gradually growing a bit weary of her highly improper decency. He rolled his eyes with mild impatience at Connor, who bit his lower lip as if struggling to ban his obvious mirth from erupting in an audible chuckle.
Reinier resigned with an inward sigh. If this was going too fast for her, they’d do it another way. Capturing her earlobe between his lips, Connor’s hands came round her waist again and wandered up her front until he reached her breasts. He squeezed them just enough so that they stood up, begging Reinier for a lick, a taste…
Mouth closing fully over one puckered flower, Reinier suckled her until the erect pebble was right between his teeth and he could gently nip at it. His effort was not in vain. His reward was her honeysweet gasp full of want. Another shiver shook her, this time more intense than before. She threw her head back against Connor and Reinier took advantage of her distraction, quickly opening the lace that held her undergarment. He locked his fingers into its seam, and while Connor lifted her up a little, Reinier rid her of the last piece of cloth shielding the rest of her body from their seduction.
She blanched briefly at being fully exposed to them now, but Reinier paid that no mind. She’d blush with hunger in a moment, sigh and moan and beg for more. He knew it.
Connor laid her back onto the end of the bed but left them, crawling farther up and, leaning against the headboard, watched their performance. Looming over her, Reinier let his lips draw a path of wet kisses and mild nibbles down her body. Bracing himself against the bed with one arm, his other found her thighs and nudged them apart for his exploration. At his touch a ragged sigh escaped her throat. Instantly, her hips were rolling in a slow rhythm as old as time.
Connor’s eyes were sweeping over them both, lingering here and there. Reinier could feel it. The heat in the Irishman’s gaze provoked ripples of gooseflesh running over Reinier’s skin and his nostrils flared. He could smell her syrupy musk, intense but not quite ready for the taking. Lust exploded in his mind. Anticipation sizzled through his veins.
Just as he was about to let his tongue flick over the hollow where her neck met her shoulders, he saw her balling her hands into the bedcover. Reinier’s eyes narrowed. This would not do.
His hand wandered over her thigh and up to her lower belly just above her mons. He heard Connor’s low, appreciative rumble. He was watching as Reinier let his index and middle fingers draw a luscious path down to her warm, welcoming heat.
At first, she moaned low as Reinier let his fingers play over her, caressing her, spreading her. Then her body heaved off the bed as his fingers found her erect nub. He circled it, then concentrated on it. When he rubbed it gently, she keened, her hips arching wildly to his touch as she climbed toward release. She was ready, primed to climax.
But Reinier stopped his caress altogether and she groaned in her abandonment, breaths coming shallow and fast. His hand remained completely still while he delighted in her frustrated moan. At that, Connor chuckled, a low, sultry sound, like velvet rubbing against Reinier’s back.
Looking up, Reinier watched Connor touch himself, his broad hands brushing over his belly and lower still. When he reached the fly of his breeches, Connor rubbed the impressive bulge in the garment. Reinier’s lids lowered, and hissing through clenched teeth, he felt his own hardness twitch and strain against his breeches.
Another surge of her slickness bathed his fingers resting in her dewy folds and drew his attention back to her. Parting his fingers suddenly, Reinier spread her core and bent down, buried his face against her, and let his tongue delve and play over her with the exhilarating finesse of an expert, continuing what his fingers had started.
Once more her body heaved off the bed. Once more she moaned and Reinier burrowed deeper, tasting her, and swirled and toyed with the exact spot that made her writhe and shudder under his touch.
But just like before, he halted. And just like before, release did not find her.
Reinier moved off the bed to crouch between her spread legs. His eyes traveled slowly over her glistening core and the moment he saw, he understood. So, this was her secret. It all made sense now, her shyness, her lack of experience. But the bed was moving; Connor was getting up and stalking toward him.
Quickly, Reinier covered her moistness with the flat of his hand, disguising the protective gesture with a rolling movement against her. Her breaths came in sighs. Her lids fluttered close. She wanted it. Every fiber of her body screamed for it. So, Reinier kept silent. He stored her secret for later, though.
The gentle, exquisite pressure against all of her center had her hips meet his hand with a steady rhythm. Connor crouched down behind him. He pressed close, fondling the soft tissue of the scar on Reinier’s back. Longing streaked through his body. When he turned his head, their eyes met. Leaning forward, Connor’s arm came around Reinier.
“Let me have a taste. She smells so sweet,” Reinier heard Connor whisper. Parting his fingers, Reinier exposed only her sensitized bud for Connor’s kiss.
His body pressed fully against Reinier’s as his tongue flicked over her for a quick sample. Then the Irishman’s dark head bent and his mouth closed entirely over her most ticklish spot. Connor licked and swirled his tongue over her, light and fast, until she squirmed on the bed and moaned helplessly. His tongue was pleasuring her, taking her higher and higher. Suddenly, her arms snaked up and her hands fisted in Connor’s hair.
“Please,” she sobbed, begged.
Reinier smiled when he heard Connor’s muffled chuckle. One last flick of his tongue and Reinier saw the coil that had been nourished spring free. Her body was shaken with tremors, tiny, violent quakes of ecstasy. Connor continued his sweet, gentle caresses, lapping at her with the flat of his tongue until her body stopped trembling with the force of her climax.
Connor drew back and left Reinier also to crawl up the bed to her side. Elbow braced against the mattress, the Irishman’s gaze settled on her passion-flushed face while he cupped her breast and squeezed it gently, pressing a fleeting kiss to her earlobe. Reinier came to lie on her other side just as Connor’s arm came around her limp body and her eyes fluttered open.
Reinier saw the light of understanding in her eyes. She had been told to give, but now she comprehended that she was supposed to take pleasure in return.
Tentatively, she brought her hands up and placed them on Connor’s sculpted upper body. Gooseflesh rose where her hands explored, and the Irishman closed his eyes lazily. Seemingly emboldened by his reaction to her touch, her fingers, although hesitant, ran over the prominent bulge in Connor’s breeches.
Reinier let his head rest over hers to watch her progress. He pressed his front into her back, and instinctually her body started moving against him. Reaching down, Reinier entwined her fingers with his to help her unbutton Connor’s fly, and as soon as it was open far enough, he guided her in.
Connor hissed when Reinier wrapped her small hand around his hardness. His own hand grasped her wrist and he showed her how to stroke him. Down he guided her, then up.
His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe, his breath cooling the wet trail just a little. “Slowly,” Reinier breathed into her ear. “But hard, lass. Squeeze the tip just a little before you let your hand slide back down again.” Hearing Connor’s deep, throaty purr sent a yearning quiver through Reinier. He moved against her more, his own hardness riding the cleft of her cheeks.
She answered them both with a soft moan. While her hand on Connor became bolder, her body moved, rubbing against them like a lazy cat at first, but soon her motions became more urgent, faster.
Receiving their attention only for the moment, Connor wrapped his arm around both their heads and Reinier grabbed her free