Her musk grew stronger, his fingers damper, and he slanted his hips until his erection pressed firmly into the mattress, wishing it was her velvet recesses he stroked with his cock.
Alas, his tongue would get the pleasure tonight.
He withdrew his fingers and spread the placket open. Just before he made contact with the honeyed folds he’d revealed, a stirring raised the fine hairs on his nape. Daniel glanced up, only to find her gaze focused not on him—as he’d suspected—and not closed—as he’d expected—but instead, her wide-eyed attention was riveted to the canopy overhead. Directly where the giant mirror was secured.
So his new mistress liked to watch?
That knowledge sent flares of desire spiraling through him. Her plain stockings were already in shambles, her drawers freshly washed but old and thin. He planned to buy her new ones anyway. So, without a speck of remorse, he let his primal side have its way.
“Here…” he breathed, leaning back to grip both sides of the slit in either hand. “Shall I…” Improve the view?
Rrrrriiiiiip! It was nothing to tear the fragile seam. Nothing to push her dress high toward her waist, nothing to lift one of her thighs over his shoulder and angle his body so she could truly see the show.
But, oh gad, oh God, was it something to hear her shriek turn to a moan when he lunged forward and plastered his lips to her wet heat.
Was it something to finally taste his new lover’s flesh, the salty essence of her ardor.
Like a demon possessed, his tongue sought out her flavor, working up one side of her passion-soaked labia and down the other. Availing itself of every drop of silky want she exuded.
Blazing ballocks (his were, of a certainty), she wanted him tonight. Wanted what he could give her—his body thrusting into her, creating its place in hers. Wasn’t beset tonight by nerves that inhibited her innate response.
Nay, oh nay. She was passion personified, pure responsive female in his arms tonight. And after nothing more than the transfer of a few titillating letters?
He should take pen in hand more often.
Her slippered foot rubbed frantically over his back. Her hands swept over his head, through his hair. Her hips rocked, matching the avid sweep of his tongue as he licked his way to the top of her sultry sex where he delved deeper until locating the tiny pearl secreted within.
While circling the hard nub with the tip of his tongue, Daniel parted her downy folds with several fingers. He discovered her wet and ready, ravenous even—if the encouraging little gasps she made were anything to go by as his mouth silently spoke for him, in all the ways he usually couldn’t.
The faster his tongue lashed, the more she tried to clamp her legs together, to escape backward. But his unrelenting hold prevented retreat, kept her in place for his dining pleasure. By God, his mouth might betray him at every turn but not tonight—not in this. When it came to sampling her body, enticing her cream to flow thick and hot, for once, his lips and tongue were in command.
And demanding surrender had never tasted so sweet.
Keeping a firm grip on her thighs, he coaxed the pearl out and placed his lips firmly around the responsive bundle.
“Oh, Lord—” The words were a delightful little whimper, soft and full of air.
He slid two fingers into her damp passage, reveling in how the warm walls drew him in, the muscles of her channel clasping hungrily at him.
“Oh, Lord—” Louder this time.
Daniel started to massage her from the inside, nearly smiling at how she was calling on divine deliverance.
But as he sucked hard on the tiny knot and swiveled his fingers against their own sweet heaven, it was as though his shaft and not his hand plunged through her depths. Amazingly, his primed pipe felt every squeeze and contraction his fingers and lips experienced. Felt her reactions intensify just before she rewarded him by exploding on a scream.
A scream of, “Tremayne!” and he realized she’d been calling on him, praying to him for release. Every sexual atom of his being—the nonsexual ones too—seized in a pleasure so intense, so unexpected, damned if his hips didn’t flail, his body bucking against the restrictive garments as he rode the damn mattress until he screamed and creamed too.
Right in his bloody breeches!
Deuced amazing.
But it was her shout of satisfaction that roared through him more than his own release—embarrassingly satisfying as it’d been—because she was still clutching at him, his head, his shoulders—his back with her leg. Her sex still convulsing around his fingers, vibrating against his tongue.
Her mouth murmuring shakily, “L-Lord Tre… Lord… Tremayne. Come…higher. Please.”
With one last, lingering kiss to the pink and pouty valley—a kiss of promise to return soon—he answered the frenzied motions of her hands, the sultry plea in her words, and crawled up over her chest, pressing her deep into the pillows.
“Aye?” His own syllable was tellingly breathless. “You rang, milady?”
Her bright eyes found his and she circled her arms around his neck, pulling him down. “Oh, thank you! Thank you,” she exclaimed into his ear. “I didn’t know—hadn’t ever—oh!”
Lower, her abdomen lurched toward his body and she gasped and trembled yet again. Hugged him tighter, with both arms and legs, as her pelvis ground solidly into his groin. “I-I didn’t know.”
He’d suspected as much but having it confirmed made him hurt—for her.
Daniel tugged one of her strangling arms away from his neck and rose on to his elbow. With his free hand, he smoothed the fallen hair from her sweat-dampened face, ran his thumb over her plump lower lip. Which wasn’t so plump, after all, upon such close inspection.
In actuality, her top lip, though alluringly curved, could be described as thin. It was the difference between the two that captivated him, the gentle and unexpected swell of the bottom lip that made him hungry to touch, lick and taste. To explore, plunder and plunge within.
Gad, how
