“I can’t imagine you’ve undressed a man very often. I’m happy to have you practice on me, but mayhap another time. I need you too urgently right now. If you’ll allow me?” His voice was soft, reassuring.
She nodded and watched him, eyes darting to each patch of skin unveiled as his waistcoat disappeared. His throat, a strong muscled column with his Adam’s apple bobbing when he spoke or swallowed. His wrists as he undid the cuffs of his shirt, covered in that same gold-colored hair that she loved. Then his chest, as the shirt came off as well.
Her fingers reached, tentative. He took her hand and brought it to his chest before dropping his arms to his sides to allow her to explore.
And explore she did, with both hands now, up his chest to his shoulders, rounded with muscles, down his arms to the light dusting of gilded hair before skimming to his nipples. When she circled them and flicked her finger over the tip, he groaned and grabbed her hips.
“Turn around, Althea.”
He had her out of her clothes in record time. She smirked.Another advantage of being with a rake.
“On the bed, please.”
She climbed on and shivered at the cool sheets against her heated flesh. It should had been chilly walking back without drawers, but she hadn’t noticed at all.
“Are you warm enough?”
“Gads yes, I feel as though I might burst into flame.”
“Excellent, that was my first goal.”
His first—
His actions distracted her from finishing that thought. Leaving two candles burning by the bed, he stripped his remaining clothes off.
He stretched out next to her and skimmed his hand down her body. Her thighs slid open. When his finger dipped into her channel and retracted to circle her nub, just as he’d done with the whisky, her hips arched.
Withdrawing, he reclined. “D’you know, I may have been going about this wrong.” Her head had turned to watch him, and he smiled. “I have been teaching by demonstrating. But there is no better way to learn than by doing something yourself.” He gestured down his body. “Why don’t you give it a try?”
She sat up, all her brave desire to explore and taste him deserting her.Givewhata try? I have no idea what to do. I am going to disappoint him.
Despite her marriage, she was a novice. “Uh, I think I need more teaching.”
“Come now, you had your hands on me a few minutes ago, and I saw you licking your lips. You can do this. I shall help.” He gestured. “Straddle me.”
Oh. Yes, please. She threw one leg over and settled her weight on his upper thighs.
“I very much enjoyed your touch on my chest,” he said. “What else would you like to touch? I am at your disposal.”
Her gaze dropped to the swollen stalk pointing up his belly from almost between her legs. She imagined she could feel the heat from it radiating toward her core. Her fingers slid, smoothing inch by inch down his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch at her touch. Finally, her fist curled around his cock and tightened involuntarily at the heady combination of smooth and soft over hard and hot.
Evan grunted, and his hips jerked, the rod in her hand twitching.
She glanced up to check if she’d hurt him, but he smiled and nodded at her, banked amber flames flickering in his eyes as he watched her.
“Oh.” She slid her hand up and down experimenting, a wan imitation of what she’d seen him do in her shop’s back room.
“Yes. You’re an excellent student.” Evan’s words hissed through clenched teeth as he threw his head back.
Marvelous. It seems I can affect him as he does me. What else has he done that I liked?
Remembering, she licked her lips. She didn’t think she’d need whisky to enjoy this, she’d been waiting so long. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and her breasts ached for friction.
She scooted down his legs, not caring that she left a trail of moisture along his thigh where her folds brushed. She wanted to rub her nipples on his leg hair, but ’twas his turn. She was several orgasms ahead of him in their interludes to date.
Holding his cock away from his belly, she stared at it. It looked enormous up close, and she had no idea what she could fit in her mouth, but she desperately wanted to try.
Tentative, she licked from where her thumb held the base all the way up to the tip then swirled her tongue around to capture the liquid seeping from this silk-covered iron rod.
