“I love what you’re doing with your fingers,” he said, movinghis lips to her mouth, slipping his tongue between the seam of herlips. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Searching for you,” she said with a heated smile, feeling thehead of his hardness flirting with her core. She closed her eyesand thought of the night before. When they had returned fromdinner, both were so filled with emotion, they had hit the bed anddrowned their sorrows with hours of unhinged animalistic sexaction.
The first roundhad consisted of what Crispin referred to as raw vanilla sex. Whichmeant her in her back and him ravishing her with unbridled ardour.The second time, he’d made good use of the brass bed, tying herwrists up to the headrest with the furry handcuffs, her feet to thebars at the bottom with the silk scarves, her legs spread wide. Hehad lavished her with hot wet kisses from her toes to her lips withplenty of stops in between.
She could stillfeel him enter her then as he was doing now. She had been just ashelpless at the time, only now in the shower, she had her armsaround his shoulders.
The third time,he had tied her to a chair, her hands towards the back, a silkscarf around each ankle to a chair leg, another set of scarvesaround each thigh. He had then lined up his erection with her mouthand she had more than willingly taken him in. She had worried forall of a second about not being able to use her hands, but when hegently grasped her by the hair and angled her head just so, it allcame together quite beautifully. It was something she hadn’texpected to enjoy in that particular position but now lookedforward to doing again.
Last night, shehad been wide open and exposed and she had loved every second ofit. He truly was a kind master. Not a cruel streak in his bones,none that she had experienced thus far. As Crispin repeatedlythrust into her, at present, she couldn’t help but moan and dig herfingers into his flesh.
“Sexy as fuck,” Crispin husked as he withdrew and thenre-entered her with a desperate thrust of his hips, watching hereyes roll back in ecstasy. He loved the creamy complexion of herflesh tinged with the heat of passion, the way her eyes ofblue-grey lost focus as he fucked the living daylights out of her.He loved the way she clung to him, her fingernails digging into hisback. He loved the way she had looked last night spread wide andhelpless. Truth was, he loved her in every possible way.
Chapter 30
At breakfast,Crispin informed Gwen of a change of plans. He had decided he wasdone with trains and would rather rent a car and drive from Windsorto Bath. He was a little concerned this might upset Gwen butfigured he would take his chances.
“That’s perfect, Crispin,” she said, surprising him with herenthusiasm.
“So you won’t miss travelling by train?” he asked. “It won’tthrow you off or upset you to alter our route?”
“No, actually, it makes more sense,” she said as her mindstarted to race, in a very good way. “That way, we could even takelittle day trips around Bath.”
“Day trips?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Yes! We could go see Stonehenge and Salisbury Cathedral!”Gwen’s mind raced with possibilities. She was gettinghyper-excited. While she had included them in her itinerary, shehadn’t thought it would be possible to see all those places beforewhen she thought they would be travelling by train. But a car madeit all possible. “Oh, yay! And the next day, we could even take adrive through the Cotswolds!” Her voice came out louder than shehad intended causing everyone in the small breakfast room to jump,Crispin included. Too excited to care, she clapped withglee.
Glad to seeher so excited and not fretting with anxiety, Crispin went aheadand arranged the rental at the front desk while Gwen ran up totheir room to pack. She had her suitcase ready and waiting by thedoor by the time he came in.
“All set?” she asked as he sat on the edge of the bed andstudied the itinerary.
“The car will be delivered within the hour,” he said as heflipped through the folder and then checked his cell phone, lookingup directions. “Mind packing my things while I plan our route?” heasked, while he waited for the map to pop up.
“Not at all,” Gwen chirped. As she loaded his suitcase with hisclothes, she couldn’t help but smile. It felt so natural, almostlike they were married, a seasoned couple of travellers gettingready to embark on yet another adventure. The idea tickled her tono end. She had packed everything as neatly as possible, havingnoticed how meticulously he treated his intricate clothing. Whenthat was done, she made sure to gather up his vast array of fancytoiletries into the smaller handbag. In doing so, it toppled overand its contents fell out onto the bed. She worried for a momentwhen Crispin looked up from his intensive research but relaxed whenhe made no comment and went back to studying his phone. Shruggingit off, she picked up the bag and began to fill it when she noticedan envelope on the bed. She would have simply placed it back intothe bag if it were not for the name on the address.
“Simple enough,” Crispin said, slipping the phone into hispocket and sitting up. “Shouldn’t take
