What is he doing?
His eyes squeezed so tightly. Teeth bared, jaw clenched, he groaned before bowing his head. Spasms wracked his body, a creamy substance spurting from his penis.
Oh. How fascinating.
His fingers flexed on my buttocks before loosening and slipping to the backs of my thighs, his arms relaxing. Air rushed in and out of his lungs and across my legs. My fingers dove into his hair as he rested his head on my thighs.
Raising his head, he blinked several times, his pupils two large pools of ink. He craned his neck to place a kiss at the juncture of my thighs. Pulling back, he licked his lips as he looked at me. Hunger overtook his gaze and he lowered his attention to my centre once again. “I have heard the men speak of something else. Would you mind ... if I tasted you?” Sliding one hand around to the front, he swiped his thumb over my most sensitive parts. I jerked, sucking in a breath.
Could I allow him to do such a forbidden thing?
Yes. Yes, I absolutely could. I nodded once, watching intently as his eyes lit up. I swayed on my feet. “However, I do have but one request.”
Uncertainty dampened his delight. “Anything you wish.”
“May I lie down? I am feeling rather weak all of a sudden.”
His arms scooped me into his embrace and reclined me until his face pressed between my breasts. Placing a kiss to each side, he carefully lowered my shoulders and head onto the green carpet of grass. My legs wrapped around his waist, back resting on his thighs. His palms caressed from my neck, over my breasts, down, down, down, until his thumbs parted my flesh, opening me to his gaze. He rubbed the pad over my swollen parts.
My mouth levered wide as he grabbed handfuls of my buttocks, lifting me to his mouth before licking through my folds. “Oh, that is—” I could not finish my sentence.
My head thrashed from side to side as he became more vigorous in his pursuit. I closed my eyes. All I could do was feel the throbbing through my body, warming me to a simmer. The pulsations came in quick succession, growing and growing until my centre sent shockwaves to consume me whole. I jerked and clenched, babbling cries rendering me incomprehensible.
Flopping my limbs to the sides, I was unable to move.
He blew his hot breath over my folds before bestowing one last kiss. “I could do that forever. Could we stay like this?”
You have no idea how much I wish for that to be the case.
Miss Modesty whinnied somewhere off in the distance. The horses!
“Gah! I failed to secure the horses.” He scooted out from under me and jumped to his feet.
“I shall assist.”
We ran off, following the equine sounds. They had not roamed far, both enjoying the longer grass that grew near the tree-line. Sebastian took Admiral Caine’s reins first before leading him over to the mare. We walked them back to the river and tethered them to a tree.
“I think I shall go for another dip.”
“Brilliant idea.”
I waded in to my thighs, bracing myself against the cold before dipping under the surface. Sebastian ran into the water and dove under. We stayed long enough to wash down before finding our way back to the grass.
Lying on my back, I hummed, enjoying the feeling of complete bliss and satisfaction. The way the sun kissed my skin. The breeze washing over my nakedness. His body covering mine.
“I have a confession to make,” he mumbled into my neck. “I took care of myself by hand after I caught a flash of you through the windows this morning. I have been unable to stop thinking about making love with you since the day you asked me to uncover myself, and gifted me with a glimpse of you. When I saw you charging off on Miss Modesty, I waited a little while before I followed, questioning whether it was the right thing to do. I sensed that you needed space. I also hoped that you might need me. Not in this way, but simply as a comfort.”
Yes, Sebastian. I always need you.
“I remember telling you I wanted to touch it that day.”
“You were so surprising.”
“May I touch it now?” I tiptoed my fingers down his back and pinched his behind.
“Ow.” He laughed, rolling to my left before resting flat.
I propped myself up on my elbow and reached out my hand to stroke his length. “Your skin feels soft, like velvet.” I circled my fingers around his penis. “It grows rigid when you are aroused.”
“It was quite happy and relaxed until you started to play.”
Dragging my fingernails through the surrounding curls, I moved my hand between his legs to cup the sack that hung beneath. He bent his left knee. The stroke of his gaze on my face, an encouragement.
“I love your curiosity.”
“I love you.” I said it. For the first time. Out loud.
He surged upwards, clamping his mouth onto mine. I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself against his enthusiasm. He kissed me like he wished to merge us together as one. It had the potential to be overwhelming, but in my heart it expressed the ultimate freedom. There was nothing I would not give him. Nothing I would not do.
My hand found its way to his arousal. “I want to kiss it.”
He cleared his throat, mouth opening and closing but expelling no reply.
Sitting, I placed my hand on his thigh and took him in my other palm. Lowering my head and raising him to my lips, I placed a kiss on the end. Under my elbow, his stomach tightened. His clenched fist came to rest on his left hip.
“Do you think it feels the
