Her Devious Scoundrel

Chapter 18

*mature*

Johnathan had been awake for a long while, his body was stiff and aching from trying to keep a distance between himself and Penelope. He shifted and stared down at her for a moment, her hair clouded his face, wrapping him in her scent. Her blanket had slipped down her body during the night and her soft breast pressed like pillows against his side, and her leg was tossed over his thighs, lightly resting against his throbbing member.

He began wondering if he would survive this trip, more than anything he wanted to roll over and plunge into Penelope’s body, slaking his need for her, but he knew that she was not like the other women he had been with. She was truly innocent, in every way. He rolled slightly trying to push her body off him as he exited the bed.

“What are you doing?” She said sitting up, her voice husky with sleep “It isn’t time to leave yet, it is still dark outside.”

She looked beautiful, her hair billowing around her like a cloud of black silk, her lips plump and slightly parted. She gazed up at him with sultry eyes, and the blanket around her slipped, revealing perfectly rounded breast, with pink upturned n*****s. They both sat gazing at each other. Johnathan leaned close without thinking, pressing his mouth to hers.

Breaking their kiss, he gathered her close, pressing his chin on her crown attempting to catch his suddenly ragged breath.

“Your hair smells like fresh vanilla.” He sighed softly.

His throaty voice shot right through her, she leaned back, determined to calm her nerves and slipped her arms around his neck. The fire glittered in his crystalline eyes, and she swallowed, hard.

“Are you nervous?” he questioned. She nodded, not trusting her voice to remain steady. He trailed long fingers across her shoulders, following the soft feather like touches with searing kisses. He mouth lingered on her neck, doing strange things to the pit of her stomach, making her incapable of thinking straight. He lifted his head to gaze down at her, his eyes darkening, causing a strange heat to pool between her thighs. The light smattering of hair on his chest glistened in the firelight. She reached out to touch him, her palms flat against his chest, caressing, learning the indentations, the sleekness of his skin stretched over hard muscle. Her breath hitched as his muscles twitched beneath her fingertips.

"Sweet Jesu," Johnathan breathed, "You are bold, are you sure you've not done-"

"I'm sure." Penelope's cheeks heated. "It's just... you feel..." She buried her face against his chest, ashamed at her wanton behavior. His chest hair tickled her nose, without thinking, her tongue flicked out and tasted his skin, so warm and slightly salty. His hands slid into her hair, tangling his fingers in her tresses.

"Goodness I want to taste you," He growled. Pulling her hair, he tipped her head back, capturing her mouth in a deep, long kiss. Sliding his body closer, he skimmed his fingers down her body, taking the blanket with him. He brushed warm hands over her thighs.

In tantalizingly slow movements, he caressed her stomach moving upwards to tease her breasts and she watched as her n*****s puckered in the dim light. As he lazily teased one n****e, he bent his head and fastened his lips to the rosy tipped peak of the other. It was scandalous, but wonderful all the same.

Penelope shuddered, hot and wet, his mouth elicited a melting sweetness in her. Her body arched in pleasure, plunging her fingers in his hair. His throat vibrated in satisfaction as he licked his way to her other breast, lavishing it with kisses and gentle bites, suckling away the mild sting.

An ache was building deep inside her, sending her senses into a tailspin.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Johnathan pulled away and ripped the blankets from both their bodies. Sucking in a breath, he stared at her and smiled. Her heart lurched. Far past being embarrassed, she reached for him, desperate to feel him against her again. With a laugh he dodged her grasp and stood before her.

She stilled, great heavens, he was beautiful. Her gaze traveled down following the trail of hair, stopping at the juncture of his thighs. Her heart shuddered, there was no way he would fit.

"Penelope," he murmured, clearly unaware of her distress as he lowered himself and molded his body to hers.

"Johnathan-"

He smiled and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her and skimming her body with worshipping fingers, driving all thought and worry from her mind.

She froze as he reached to part her thighs. "You're wet." he whispered softly.

She was, gloriously wet, and his touch felt magical. For several long minutes, he teased her body, until she writhed against him with a strange, marvelous feeling so urgent she wondered if she could bear it. She dug her nails into his shoulders, raking them across his back, clawing at his hair. All the while he kissed her, his mouth fused to hers, hot and forbidding.

She melted inside, too weak to protest when he shifted over her. He breathed slow, pushing her thighs further apart, settling his upper body between them. She could feel his hot breath puffing against the melting core of her body. She tried to sit up, attempting to stop whatever he was doing, but without a word Johnathan pushed her back down on the bed, resting his palm against her heaving chest.

She covered her face with her hands, embarrassed at the thought of him staring straight into her most secret place. He still hadn't moved, or touched her in anyway. She stole a quick glance at him, his face shadowed by the dying fire. Penelope jumped, startled as he dragged one finger across the melting heat between her thighs, separating her slit slowly before he pressed a kiss gently against her weeping center.

Johnathan's lips traced a path down her core, his tongue flicking out tracing a path deep within her. He continued to explore her sacred valley, letting his tongue enter her over and over in a pulsating rhythm, that had her writhing. Her blood rushed fast, she climbed higher. Her body heating from its core, white hot pleasure coiling deep within her. Her body arched from the small bed as Johnathan's tongue found the small bundle of nerves hidden within her petals. He wrapped his lips around it, suckling gently, using the tip of his tongue to flick it over and over, driving her need higher. Suddenly, without warning. Her pleasure peaked, bursting, sending tendrils of sparkling heat throughout her straining body, glowing streaks of sensation raced through her veins in long flickering bursts of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

As her pleasure reached it's spiraling hights, she felt Johnathan press on final kiss against her core, as her release gave way and her spirit started to float slowly back inside her body. Her hands went everywhere, pulling him closer, trying to feel all of him at once as her breath came in long, shuddering gasps.

 Johnathan lifted his head, capturing her mouth for a long drugging kiss, she could taste her release on his swollen damp lips, before tucking her body into his and pulling the coverings around them. Burying his face into her hair, he breathed deeply and smiled. Penelope snuggled closer, and it was only a short time later that Johnathan realized she had fallen asleep, her deep even breathing holding steady rhythm. He rolled her away and crept out of the bed. His eyes trailing over her delectable body before he swept the blanket over her. He groaned inwardly, his groin aching longing for release. He turned away from the bed, heading away from the woman in it and made quick work of relieving his pain before he joined her back on the mattress and took her innocence in every way. Wrapping a blanket around himself once again, Johnathan opted to attempt to sleep in the stiff chair rather than tempt himself by laying so close to Penelope.