Spreading her thighs with his hands, he kissed her upper thigh, starting right over her white silk stocking. He pulled at the delicate garter with his teeth, tearing it from her leg. Then he kissed and licked his way up along the inside of her thigh, higher and higher, loving the way her sensitive flesh trembled under his touch, anticipating more. When he reached the hotness of her sex, he found her already wet for him. He opened her with his long fingers and let his tongue delve deep between her moist folds, licking and teasing her until she wriggled her hips and cried out, begging him to take her. The sound was like the sweetest music to his ears.
Suddenly a female voice cried out with shock, and there was a loud clattering noise at the door. Gasping, Jane covered herself with her skirt, trying to hide him underneath. It was not a very successful move, considering that he was a 6'4'' giant of a man. A housemaid entering the room had dropped the whole tray of cucumber sandwiches she had just brought in. "My Lady," she breathed, aghast. "I heard something falling down and came to see if you needed my help." She had a distinctive French accent.
"Tell her to go away," Luke murmured between Jane's thighs, only stopping for a short moment before he continued licking.
"Ah, I don't need you right now, Jeanette," Jane moaned, trying to keep her countenance while she felt his tongue starting to circle her soft nub of sensitive flesh. "You can clean up this mess later."
The shocked servant had just closed the door behind her when Jane reached the highest peak, her whole body shivering violently under Luke's tongue. He couldn't wait until her flesh stopped quaking but just ripped open his breeches, shoving them down over his hips. Instantly he placed himself between her thighs, bringing his manhood to the place where he belonged. Gently cupping her chin, he made her open her eyes and look up into his.
"Do you want me to love you, Jane?" he asked huskily, inwardly hoping she wouldn't say no.
"Shush," she whispered, placing a finger on his lips. "You are the first real man I ever brought here, I've ever been with since I moved here two years ago. I told you that this house is a special place. We'll be safe, whatever we do. There's no need for regrets, or to be afraid of anything. Just love me, Luke."
Giving in for the moment, he closed his eyes and slowly guided himself into her slick channel, entering her deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt. He felt her strong inner muscles contracting around him, massaging his throbbing shaft.
They both moaned out loud, so exquisite was the feeling of having joined. The goddess wrapped her legs around his waist, and he grabbed her thighs to hold her there, starting to thrust into her harder and faster, pushing himself into this wonderful place he craved so much. She cried out with lust, urging him to go deeper and deeper. Oh yes, she needed it as much as he did. She was hungry, his beautiful goddess. "You are so hot … so tight," he groaned at her neck, savoring the pressure of those tight walls of flesh that surrounded him, pulling him inside.
"Take me harder, Luke. Yes, yes, don't stop. I need to feel all of you," she whispered as she moved against him. The sound of his name on her lips in such an erotic context made his cock grow even larger inside her, and he went for the kill, thrusting her deeper, going faster and faster until she climaxed again, convulsing around his shaft while he came with a soul-shattering explosion, pouring himself into her depths with a sound of sheer male pleasure.
After the wave of ecstasy subsided, they lay on the table, their exhausted, sweaty bodies still joined while they both savored the wonderful feeling of their aftermath. At last, Luke lifted his head and looked into the emerald eyes of his goddess for a long while.
"Who are you really, Jane Eden?" he whispered. He wasn't really expecting a clear answer from her. Right now he didn't care anyway, he was too mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful face. Her cheeks were still flushed from their passionate encounter, her lips red and swollen from his kisses.
Her low female laughter made him harden again, and she noticed it with a catlike smile. "You know who I am," she said. "Your goddess. Didn't you give me that name yourself?"
Luke's eyes widened. How could she know that? He had named her goddess in his thoughts, indeed, but he was quite sure that he never had spoken it out loud. Could she read minds, too?
"We have to go now," Jane said, her expression suddenly cold and reserved. She pushed him away from her so she could stand up and rearrange her dress to cover her half-naked body. Luke pulled his trousers up, struggling with the strings to close his breeches. He muttered curses under his breath. Why did he feel like a total jerk right now? After all, he had given her complete satisfaction, and he had felt that it was much more than just a physical experience. He wasn't sure what he felt for her, but there was something special about her, something that made her different from all the other women he'd known.
But Jane, if she had told him her real name - she had managed to get under his skin. Right now he had experienced the most incredible sex of his life - to be honest, he had so much of it that it often bored him -, and she didn't seem to be impressed at all.
"I have planned a costume ball for tonight," she said coolly. "My guests will be arriving soon, so I
