Suddenly, he let out a harsh groan, and Mina’s eyes flew to his. He was staring right between her legs. Her mouth went dry. She almost shrank from him when he lurched forward, sliding two big hands under her bare bottom, and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. “Nye,” she cried. “What on earth are you—?” She forgot to breathe when he went in face first.
She let out a soundless squawk as she felt his hot mouth there, her brain refusing to believe the evidence of her own eyes as to Nye’s depravity. He couldn’t possibly be doing that. Not there. His warm breath against her sensitive skin there made her shudder. His wicked tongue parting her cleft and sliding through her folds made her gasp. “Nye!” she squeaked. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He just groaned in answer, as though incapable of speech. Which he probably was, she thought as her toes curled and she closed frenzied fingers to the thick dark hair at his nape. For his mouth was pressed to her trembling flesh. His tongue seemed to have found a sensitive spot between her legs that made her vision flicker and he was lavishing it with enough attention to make squeeze all the breath out of her lungs.
Her head lolled back on a choked sob. She writhed against his mouth in an abandonment she could never have believed herself capable of, arching her back and craning for the wicked caress of his mouth where she most needed it. Tears started from her eyes and she realized she was being none to gentle, tugging and pulling at his hair, raising her hips to press herself eagerly against his mouth. He didn’t seem to mind though, as his hands squeezed her buttocks, urging her to press closer and closer to questing tongue.
“Oh Nye!” she squealed. “Nye!” Then her vision wavered altogether, and she felt herself swoop over the edge of an altogether different cliff, but instead of being dashed against the rocks below she turned into sea foam as light as the air and crested on the bobbing waves.
By the time she surfaced from her stupor, Mina found herself lying in the middle of the bed, with Nye, lying next to her, his hand squeezing and cupping her naked breasts. Mina blinked and raised her head to find her chemise was gone and the only thing she was wearing was her black stockings with their elastic garters. Why had he left just those on? She wondered in confusion. Her eyes sought his, her gaze uncertain, his intense.
“I had no idea what you were hiding under those drab black gowns, Mrs. Nye,” he growled. “If I’d had even a suspicion…” His eyes dropped to where his large tan hands were fondling her full white breasts with their rose-pink tips. Mina made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. Her large bosom had always been something of a trial to her. In classical art, the statues and paintings showed women with perky high bosoms. She’d long ago realized hers were not like those idealized depictions.
It was a good thing she still felt drowsy and sated, she realized dimly at the back of her mind, or she would die with mortification at the way he was squeezing and toying with her now.
“You don’t need all that whalebone, Mina,” he said huskily. “Flattening you out from chest to hip. You must be pinching these beauties half to death.” He cocked a quizzical eye at her.
Oh God, he expected her to speak to him while he did these things to her, she realized. With effort, she concentrated on his words. “I… well…” She licked her lips. “Mama always said a decent woman should—” She bit off her words with a smothered squeak as he pinched one of her nipples between finger and thumb.
“I’m guessing your mother wasn’t built like you,” he said, lowering his head and kissing it better.
“N-no,” she agreed, remembering Mama’s dainty figure. “Not at all.”
He sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. Mina gasped. “W-what are you doing?”
He ran his tongue around the tip before releasing it. “I’m consoling your poor abused bosom,” he said, moving to the other breast and repeating the process. “After you’ve been so cruel to it.”
She fell back against the pillows. Why did she feel the pull of his mouth between her legs, she wondered with a faint whimper. “What do you mean, cruel?” she forced herself to ask as he shifted over her, inserting one hard thigh between her legs, and licking the undersides of her breasts, making her shiver. She knew her wits were scattered right now, but she was sure he wasn’t making any sense!
“Smothering them all day long under that constricting corset,” he said huskily from the valley between her breasts as he pressed alternated kisses from one to the other. She blinked down at him. “I’m going to be very, very kind to these poor, maltreated breasts,” he said with a wink that flustered her. He was teasing her, she thought but she was unable to muster up even a semblance of resentment about it. With a muffled groan, she arched up, pressing her core shamelessly against his muscled thigh. Oh God, why did that seem to give relief? She shuddered, trying to stop herself from repeating the motion.
Giving a lie to his words, she suddenly felt Nye’s teeth close about her sensitive nipple and gave a startled scream. “It’s not kind to bite!” she huffed, grabbing the hair at the back of his head and tugging him back.
He ignored her hair pulling and laved her nipple lavishly with his tongue. “Haven’t you ever heard of being cruel to be kind?” he groaned. “Ah,
