“Oh,” she sighed, and her hands went to bury themselves in his hair. She held him firmly in place—not that he was planning on going anywhere—and he licked and sucked her, adjusting the rhythm as he gauged her response.

Her thighs were clamped around him, and then she was crying out again as he brought her to climax, his fingers and tongue and teeth working her to ecstasy.

His cock was so hard it was painful. But it was worth the wait to taste her.

“Oh,” she sighed again, then uttered a soft laugh. “You did promise, didn’t you?”

“Are you satisfied?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm. But you’re not.” She slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, drawing him toward her entrance. “I want you to fuck me, Captain Enormous,” she said as she put him inside.

“Gladly, Lady Adventurous,” he replied.

And then finally he was inside her, her warm, soft heat surrounding him. She grabbed his arse, holding him to her as he began to thrust.

He didn’t know how long he could last. Not when she was biting her lip, her head thrown back, her breasts jiggling against his chest. Her fingers digging into his buttocks, her passage tight.

He kept moving, faster and faster, his orgasm building until he couldn’t hold out any longer, and he withdrew, spilling on her stomach, his hand gripping his shaft as he exploded.

“Mmm,” she murmured when his cock had finally stopped jerking. “That was lovely.”

He collapsed beside her on the table, not caring that the hard wood was likely bruising both of their bodies. He could handle it if she could, and he already knew she could handle anything.

His Della. His love.

Chapter 22

Della didn’t want this moment to end, although she had to admit it wasn’t entirely comfortable lying on a dining room table.

In fact, not comfortable at all.

She shifted, propping herself up on her hand to look at him. He gazed back at her, a deep warmth in his eyes.

And she panicked, which she shouldn’t have. She knew that. Still— “Wait,” she said, placing her hand over his mouth when he was opening it to speak. “Wait until later. I need to take care of a few things first.” She grabbed the table cloth and cleaned herself off.

His expression made it look as though he would argue, but eventually he nodded, and she removed her hand as she drew herself up to get off the table. She cast one last regretful look at him, spread out like a banquet just for her, then picked up her shift and put it on, then her corset, and then shook out her gown and stepped into it.

“Can you do me up?” she asked, turning her back to him.

“I’d rather not,” he replied, but she heard him move and begin to do up the buttons.