Discovering Pleasure by Marie Haynes Page A

yourselves for at least five hours. Enjoy, V and J ”
    Rose smiled contentedly.
    “What are you looking all smug about?” she heard Nathan ask.
    Her breath caught in her throat. There he stood, naked except for a towel carelessly slung over his left shoulder. Tiny droplets of water shining like jewels clung to the hair on his chest. Adonis couldn’t have looked this delectable.
    “The fact that, apparently, we have a few hours alone, my Lord,” she answered. “How shall I serve you?”
    Rose slithered out of the bed and knelt beside it. She raised her gaze and looked directly into Nathan’s smouldering dark eyes. He took two steps towards her and grasped her hair in his hands. If they had this time alone, Rose wasn’t about to waste a second of it.
    Unhesitatingly, Rose covered his semi-flaccid cock with her lips. She moaned and placed her hands on his strong hips. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth, keeping him encased between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Blessed, but he tasted wonderful.
    “God, yes,” Nathan whispered, his voice hoarse with his need.
    His voice motivated her as much as his taste. Already, her thighs were sticky with sweet honey. She kept her rhythm slow and steady, savouring his flavour. He began to harden and grow, his tip pressing against the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed, pulling him even further into her mouth.
    “Don’t stop, sweet Rose, don’t stop,” he murmured.
    Nathan gripped her shoulders tightly. She moved her own hands to encircle the base of his shaft. He was now too big to fit entirely into her small mouth, and she hated that fact. Still, she was nothing if not resourceful, and so she made sure he was wet and slick with her saliva so that she could match her hand movements to that of her head, thereby worshipping his whole cock. Hearing his moans of pleasure and tasting his sweet, sweet skin lit a fire within her. She began to tremble. Her jaws ached and her thighs shook, but she would not stop. She couldn’t stop. First, he had told her not to and, second, she knew she’d die if she did. The flame inside her womb spread the heat of passion throughout her body. She sucked and pumped her head faster. She wanted more, wanted all of him, wanted to devour him.
    “I’m gonna come, baby. Right down your throat if you don’t stop,” Nathan promised.
    Yes, Yes ! Feed me, my Lord. Give me your seed to drink.
    “Here it comes,” he warned.
    Nathan slammed against her face, fucking her mouth. She moved her hands around to grasp his tight ass, pulling him into her. Her breathing became erratic and she heard Nathan growl his satisfaction. Suddenly, he pushed her head against him, her lips meeting the base of his cock, the tip almost gagging her as sweet, hot nectar ran down her throat. Greedily, she drank of him, each drop infusing in her a sense of pride, accomplishment and pleasure as her own passion burst into white-hot heat and she shook with the power of her own orgasm. He’d not entered her but, still, waves of pleasure washed over her and took her on a wild, orgasmic ride. Colours exploded behind her eyes and she heard the strains of an unknown song. He was all that existed in the world and for that moment, he belonged solely to her. She knew her place in the universe and it was there, kneeling before him, serving him.
    “God, Rose,” he whispered, dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed.
    She wasn’t ready to give him up. She bent with him, keeping her mouth on his now limp penis. Gently, she cradled his shaft in her hands while she licked his balls, his cock, his thighs—making sure she cleaned every last bit of sweat, water or cum from him. Satisfied that she had tasted every last drop, she shifted her weight so that she was seated on the floor next to him, wrapped her arms around his legs and rubbed her cheek against his thigh.
    “You know, I still owe you the rest of your punishment, right?” Nathan reminded her,