She tugged his shirt out from the waistband of his trousers, then sought out the fastenings of those trousers, fumbling to undo them. All the while, Phineas continued to steal deep kisses and make sounds of approval and encouragement. When she fully loosened his trousers and slipped her hand against the hard and excitingly large length of his cock, he gasped in pleasured surprise.
“A bold move for a blushing virgin,” he growled, jerking slightly against her.
“I think you have guessed that I am neither of those things,” she sighed in return, on the verge of going mad with desire as she stroked him from balls to tip. He was incredibly well-proportioned in both length and girth, and her knees grew progressively weaker as her imagination took over, hinting at how he would feel inside of her.
“Are all American heiresses this forward, or just the ones who were raised in the Wild West?” he asked, his hands reaching for the buttons that ran down the back of her bodice.
“Growing up on a ranch with regular exposure to the bulls enjoying themselves with the cows does give one a certain perspective on the world,” she managed to reply as her ability to form coherent thoughts began to melt.
“I have quite a bit to live up to then, don’t I,” he said, then captured her mouth in a kiss before she could reply.
She moved her hand to his hip so that she could grip him for balance as he tilted her slightly backwards, thrusting his tongue along hers with the perfect combination of aggression and passion. In spite of her confession, her experience with sex had been limited to two other times with the boy who’d been courting her years before, both of which had been fast as lightning and woefully unsatisfying. She knew before Phineas moved from kissing her to spinning her around so that he could undo the maddening row of buttons down her back that the experience she was about to have would be as different from those pitiful evenings as night was to day. Even the way he unbuttoned her had her desperate to bend over the side of his bed and have him lift up her skirts and take her from behind, right then and there.
His intentions were in no way that rushed, though. It came as no surprise, but was an immense delight, to Lenore that Phineas knew exactly how to remove a woman’s clothes in the shortest amount of time possible.
“Dare I ask where you learned these skills?” she asked breathlessly as he untied her skirt, bustle, and petticoats and pushed them down her legs in one, swift movement.
“I am the author of erotic stories that get half of the ladies of London society off each night,” he said with more than a little note of pride in his voice and temptation in his eyes as they met hers briefly. “One doesn’t reach that level of literary skill without drawing on their own experience.”
She smirked even as he made lightning-quick work of the fastenings of her corset and tossed that restricting garment aside. He wasn’t sentimental about her chemise either and had that up over her head and tossed aside, baring her breasts fully to him, seconds later. Her drawers came next, and before she could form the words to reply to him, she was standing naked in front of him.
“You sound as though you’re bragging,” she said, almost too breathless to speak. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
He had the rest of his clothes off moments later and inched her toward the bed. She tumbled onto her back, and as soon as she did, he hooked his hands under her legs and drew them up until her ankles were on his shoulders. The whole move happened so fast that she gasped and laughed, no idea how she’d landed in such an erotic position so quickly.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a man how he gained his experience in lovemaking?” he asked with a devilish grin, leaning into her in a way that came close to folding Lenore in half. “Suffice it to say, I have had more than a few lovers.”
She opened her mouth to make some sort of clever reply, but before she could, he thrust boldly into her. Instead of words, a vocal gasp of surprise and pleasure tore out of her as he stretched and filled her. He felt every bit as big as he looked, and after only a few, cursory thrusts, she was gripping the bedcovers, dangerously close to climaxing.
But a few, cursory thrusts was all she got before Phineas took a step back, sliding out of her. In a move that was almost comical, he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs open, as if parting a curtain, so that he could look down at her. “Well, then. That confirms that,” he said with a mischievous flash in his eyes. He let go of her ankles and moved her farther onto the bed, settling over top of her and grinding his erection against her hip. “You weren’t lying about not being a virgin.”
Lenore’s brow flew up, even as she struggled to regain her senses. Her sex still felt the stretch of him inside of her, and more than anything, she wanted him right back where he’d been until they were both sighing in release. “And what would you have done if I was?” she asked, circling her arms around his back to learn the contours of his muscles.
“I would have apologized profusely,” he said, his mouth twitching into a devilish grin as he closed a hand around her breast. “And then I would have proceeded exactly as I am now.”
“Mr. Mercer,” Lenore said scoldingly. “I had no idea you were such
