“Yes, you did,” he said, one eyebrow arched.
It was then that Lenore realized he still wore his glasses, though they were fogged just a bit. She found that tiny detail unbelievably alluring. “Do you plan to wear those the whole time you’re fucking me?” she asked, nodding to his glasses.
His body tensed at her use of the dirty word. “God, you’re perfect,” he sighed, then lowered himself to kiss her.
He truly was skilled in the art of kissing. It was more than simply the way he used his lips and tongue to drive her to unknown heights of pleasure. He threw his entire body into it, his emotions as well. Lenore wanted more and more of his mouth on hers, their tongues entwined and their souls on fire. He made her feel as though she were the only woman in the world worth kissing, and that she would die if he stopped. It was enough to have her wriggling against him and grabbing handfuls of his body, particularly his ass, to convince him to thrust into her again. Nothing in her life had ever given her such a perfect taste of heaven as him inside of her.
“I do not plan on wearing these, no,” he answered at last, utterly breathless. Lenore only regretted that finally answering her question meant he moved away from her, climbing off the bed for a moment to remove his glasses and rest them on the table beside his bed. As he did, he opened a drawer and took out a small, square, envelope. “I do plan to wear one of these, however.”
Lenore’s eyes popped wide, and she muscled herself up to her elbows. “Is that—what do they call them over here—a French letter?”
“It is,” he replied, removing the condom from its envelope and quickly sliding it on. “One doesn’t gain the level of experience necessary to write scandalous fiction without disaster befalling unless one is careful.”
“How very noble of one,” Lenore replied with a laugh, flopping to her back once more as Phineas rejoined her on the bed. Truth be told, she was relieved that they would be able to enjoy each other without the risk of her ending up in a condition that would invite every sort of speculation and gossip a few months from now. That condition would land her in the impossible position of being unable to marry anyone to mitigate the scandal.
“And now,” Phineas said with a rakish light in his eyes. “Allow me to demonstrate where I derive inspiration for my literary pursuits.”
He kissed her again, drawing an encouraging sigh from her, but before she could settle into the perfection of his kisses, he broke away from her mouth to give the same amount of expert attention to her breasts. It was a part of lovemaking that she’d never gotten around to experiencing, and as Phineas kissed and suckled her into a ball of hot, aching need, she found herself furious with her former lover—if he could even be called that—for doing no more than fumbling with her breasts before getting what he wanted. Phineas, on the other hand, seemed to derive as much pride and pleasure from driving her mad with want as he did from satisfying himself.
“You never did tell me your secret,” he said as he kissed his way from her breasts, across her belly, to her sex. He glanced up at her from her parted legs, a look of masterful wickedness in his eyes. The sight was wildly erotic, leaving Lenore twitching in anticipation. “And I’m assuming that your lack of virginal purity is not the secret you had in mind.”
“Isn’t it?” She tried to be as coy as possible with her legs spread wide and his mouth little more than an inch from her pussy. The sight of him looking up at her from such a position only increased her desperation to get on with things.
He sent her a sardonic grin, then began to lightly stroke the wet folds of her sex with his fingers. Lenore gasped and shivered, tilting her head back and stretching luxuriously as he teased her. But he was teasing her. He seemed to know just how much pressure to apply, just how far to delve, and just when to stop to keep her teetering on the brink of orgasm without quite giving enough to push her over the edge. It was wildly delightful, and she hummed and cooed in response, anticipating the loss of his patience and the moment he brought her to ecstasy before thrusting into her again.
Except that she grossly underestimated his patience.
“I’m so ready,” she sighed when she didn’t think she could stand it anymore.
“Yes, I can see that,” he said with a low chuckle.
She wriggled against him, but he held her in such a way that her range of motion was limited. Held her that way and continued to give her just enough to leave her reeling. “You can proceed,” she panted, trying to bear down on his talented hand, but getting nowhere.
“As soon as you tell me your secret, love,” he said, laughter still in his voice.
Her eyes widened. He wasn’t going to let her come until she confessed something. And knowing him, he was skilled enough to keep her in that suspended state for hours. He was using exactly the tactic she’d planned to use with him against her, damn him.
“You are a cruel man, Phineas Mercer,” she gasped, arching one eyebrow at him as best she could while on her back and writhing in a way she hoped he would fine irresistible.
“Yes,” he replied, increasing the pressure on her clitoris just enough to heighten her sense of desperation. “I want to fuck you so badly that I’m about to spend as I am, but I’m not giving up until you squawk.”
Damn him, but he was good. And he knew exactly what she was thinking. It was enough to have her laughing in spite of her desperation.
“All right, all right,” she laughed
