“Would you be interested in a picnicau naturel?” he asked.
She had to laugh at his naughtiness. This man was undoing her. One moment he was all gruff and commanding, and the next playful and naughty.
“What am I to do with you?” she mused.
“Whatever you want. I know several things I’d like to do with you. We can work up the courage to have a naked picnic by practicing in this room.”
“I don’t know if I dare. I’m still afraid someone will see us.”
“No one will see us. But the sense of danger, of being exposed, will add that much more depth to the pleasure.”
“You believe that?”
“I know that,” he said, lifting the loosened gown over her head and working on the laces of her petticoats. “Besides, you might as well get used to being naked. I plan to sculpt you in the nude.”
That drew an outraged gasp from her as her petticoats fell to the floor with a swoosh. “I can’t pose nude!”
“Why not? It’s just for me. And I’ve already seen, kissed, and caressed every inch of your body.”
“But if you sculpt me naked, everyone would be able to see it!”
“Hmm, you are right.” He frowned. “I don’t want anybody else to see this luscious body.”
He pulled her against him, intimately fondling her arse. “I’ll drape you in a sheet, because this is for my eyes only. You are mine. ”
Her only response was a moan of delight as his hand slid lower between her legs and his fingers found her flesh through the slit in her undergarments.
“Fuck, you are so wet. And I’ve barely touched you. You are ready for me, aren’t you, my muse? Do you miss my cock between your thighs? Sinking into your sweet cunny, filling you and giving you the satisfaction you crave?”
“Yes!”
“Will you let me remove all your clothes and take you right here?” His voice was mesmerizing, while his touch inflamed herneed to a dangerous level, promising satisfaction, but delaying the delivery.
“Liam, please,” she moaned.
“Please, what?”
“Please, yes. Take me.” She forced the words past her embarrassment.
With a suddenness that left her reeling, he hoisted her in his arms and carried her to the chaise. “Kneel on it and hold on to the back.”
“W-what?”
With a few touches, he positioned her how he wanted her, kneeling on the seat of the chaise, her knees spread, her arms resting over the wide, cushioned backrest. She tried to ignore how her bottom would be on display as he yanked her undergarments off and opened the placket of his trousers. She looked over her shoulder at his cock, angry and red, and her core wept with need.
He caught her looking and palmed himself, tightening his fist around his straining erection. “Stay like that, bella. Don’t move. I wish you could see yourself right now, how gorgeous you look. With your plump delicious arse up in the air, waiting for my pleasure, while your pretty pink pussy weeps with desire.”
Her eyes widened. She could have never imagined how arousing words could be. He took out a sheath and smoothed it over his shaft with fingers that were unsteady with need.
“Do you need me to assist?” she offered.
“No, don’t move. I want to watch you.”
At last, he was able to tie the ribbon. He grabbed hold of his shaft and ran the tip up and down her center, through her folds, smearing it in her wetness. And arousing her to a dangerous degree. If he didn’t enter her soon...
Her thought caught in a gasp as he plunged into her, stretching her flesh with his presence, filling a void she had always had but had never understood until now. Until him.
“Do you want more?” he gritted out.
