Heat flooded her cheeks and cascaded down her neckline as she stood in her undergarments before him.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, shaking off his waistcoat, trousers and shirt to the heap on the floor.
He stood shirtless and in his drawers. Not that she hadn’t already seen him so attired, but this time, it was entirely different. Before, he was a bedbound patient and in pain. Now? He stood, handsome and desirable, with her hungry beyond measure. Since when had she turned into a harlot? The word made her shudder and she pushed it aside, focusing more on him.
He pulled on the ribbons of her corset, loosening them to free her of the contraption. With a swift toss, it too was added to the pile on the floor. Next to follow was her chemise and now she stood naked except for her drawers and stockings. A shiver passed through her, tightening her nipples.
His hand scooped up her breast and he swooped in, planting his lips around her nipple and suckling on the exposed tit. Ada moaned as the tingles branched out of her pearled tip, echoing the pleasure in the other one as well, and fueling the fire at the apex of her thighs. The split pantalets moistened as her lower lips swelled. Blood racing, she felt her temperature spike when Francois picked her up and laid her on his bed. Her legs were slightly parted, opening at the leggings and she swore he drooled when he caught a glimpse of her petaled core. He bent over and kissed her lower abdomen, on the cotton material, nearly sending her off the mattress. In a moment of sheer madness, her hips did raise her enough, he undid her waistline closure and as he pulled up, grinning no less, he shimmed the pantalets and stockings off her, leaving her entirely naked.
Engulfed in animalistic heat, she panted, her mouth dry, her body begging as she watched him through a slitted gaze. He gave her a wicked smile as he lowered to suckle her pearled nipple, his lips the only flesh touching her. It sent her into a wild frenzy, her back arched and legs parted a bit more, trying to get closer to him. He answered with a trail down her body with his fingertips lightly skimming down her until they reached the curls just above her core. She actually trembled, her nipples screaming for more when he lowered the hand and a finger slid inside her slick core.
She moaned at his invasion. As his finger slid in and out, she heard the sound of her juices at the movement and she turned hotter. Another finger entered. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
When he pulled his hand away, she groaned in frustration.
Francois’ entire body was tense. His cock was so hard, it drove him to push her a bit farther, and she appeared to welcome it. Wearing nothing but what she was born in, Ada was breathtaking. Her scent drove him to madness. Exploring her with his fingers made his hand a sopping mess. She was wet, willing and begging with his body crying to answer her.
Faster than he imagined, he shed the rest of his clothes. Later, he’d realize his ankle had not ached, mainly because his manhood demanded attention. Climbing onto the mattress, he gave her a glance. Her hair was wild, the hairpins long since gone, her cheeks flushed and she bit her bottom lip, letting the petal flesh slowly loose after being scraped by her teeth. It was one of the most erotic motions he’d ever witnessed. Unlike what he thought was his style, of slowing and enjoying the moment longer, he now poised himself between her legs, the tip of his erection at her core. At the touch, she pushed down with her hips and he met her, driving inside her.
The mating was intense. United, they paused. His heart was racing and from her short breaths, he’d bet hers did, too. With a jovial snort, he plunged deep. She met his invasion by pushing down on him, encompassing all inside her. Their hips rocked to the dance of the ages, each push just a bit faster, the breathing harder and the gaze on each other burning.
She wasn’t like anyone else he’d had before. It was like she knew what to do and craved it as much as he did. The bed squeaked beneath them as the bed boards held them. Her slick sheath clutched him, squeezing tighter, sending off excited tingles through his body and he repeated the gesture as often as he could. Doing so made them both pant louder, a slight sheen breaking out on her face, even in the depths of New York winter. Her core got slicker and tighter and he fought to stay in when his world shattered and he filled her with him.
Stars still danced in her eyes when he collapsed on her, waking her up to what had happened. As her senses smoldered off the high heat, Ada felt exhausted and yet happy. Mentally, it took her a moment to realize what had really happened. This handsome man, rugged, yet sophisticated Frenchman, a Southerner, a prisoner and a patient, had just made mad passionate love to her and her body ate up every second of it. She had been starved for affection, or so she cringed at her body’s
