Page 124 of Pippa and the Prince of Secrets
“Hold onto the ropes for balance,” he said.
As she lay back against the web of leather, her hands wrapped around the cords, she experienced a disorienting weightlessness. She looked up through the ceiling and felt like she was floating in the starlit sky. Cull knelt beside her, taking her mouth in a long, dreamy kiss that enhanced the heavenly feeling.
Then he grew wicked, and she discovered another aspect of the swing: it made her utterly helpless to his desires. Suspended as she was, holding the ropes for balance, she could only lay back and receive his attentions. And she loved it. She moaned as he devoured her breasts, his mouth hot and demanding. Pleasure spread from her nipples to her core. She felt his forceful sucking in her pussy, which throbbed unbearably.
Her hands tightened on the ropes. “Please, Cull. I need…”
He lifted his head, his gaze smoldering. “You want to come, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“On my tongue or on my cock?”
Faced with an impossible decision, she furrowed her brow.
He laughed. “Never mind, my greedy wife. You can have it all.”
As always, he was good to his word. His oral loving brought her to an instant climax, but he didn’t stop there. Grabbing hold of the leather straps, he moved the swing back and forth, working her sex on his tongue. She moaned as he penetrated her, licking deep inside as he rubbed her pulsing love-knot. Bliss gushed from her, earning his growl of approval.
Rising, Cull stripped off his robe.
Sated as she was, her pulse leapt at his hard-carved virility. The brawny, hair-dusted muscles and flexing grooves. He was her prince, her husband…all hers.
Fisting his rampant cock, he brought it to her lips. “Suck me, sunshine. Make me wet for your tight little quim.”
His husky command chased a thrill through her. She parted her lips, welcoming his thick incursion. She loved taking him this way, seeing his eyes flare with lust as he fed her his cock. With her fingers clenching the ropes, she could only take what he gave her. She moaned around his girth as he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her steady for his plunges.
Wanting more, she breathed through her nose and loosened her jaw as much as she could. He panted harshly as he went deeper and deeper. His delicious essence coated her tongue, whetting her feverish appetite. When she licked his blunt tip to search out more, his hips jerked, his member butting against a silken limit. Her throat muscles clenched in reflex.
“Christ.”He pulled out, his eyes glazed and chest heaving. “Sorry, sunshine.”
In answer, she licked her lips and said sultrily, “I want you, Cull.”
He wasted no time. Positioning himself between her thighs, he entered her in a commanding thrust. She cried out as his huge shaft vanquished the emptiness and opened her to sensation. His determined drives set off tremors of bliss…and that was before he started using the swing. Grabbing the leather straps, he yanked her into him as he slammed his hips forward. The momentum jolted a moan from her.
“So damned perfect, Pippa. Every time,” he growled over the rhythmic slapping of their flesh. “I will never get enough of you. You are worth every second that I waited for you—longed for you, heart, body, and soul.”
“Oh, Cull,” she panted. “My love.”
“I’m going to spend so hard inside you, sunshine. Do you want that? Want to feel my seed deep in your cunny for the first time?”
She yearned for it. “Yes,yes.”
His gaze burning into hers, he fingered her pearl as he plowed her. The added stimulation threw her over the edge, and she soared into bliss, staring into her husband’s eyes. He clenched his jaw, the tension spreading to his neck and shoulders, the tendons there standing out as he threw his head back and roared. Her breath caught at his magnificence as he exploded, flooding her again and again with his copious heat.
Afterward, they lay on the hammock together. There was just enough room with her cuddled atop him. They swung gently in the starlit darkness, passion cooling on their skin.
“Are you sure the swing can hold both of us?” Pippa murmured drowsily.
“No. But if worse comes to worst, we only have a few feet to fall.” Cull’s relaxed voice rumbled beneath her ear. “My arse can handle it.”
“I don’t want anything happening to your arse.”
“Taken a fancy to it, have you?”
“I’ve taken a fancy toyou.” Raising her head, she looked into his soulful, smiling eyes. “I love you, Timothy Cullen. You were worth the wait and more.”
