“If my lady desires.”
He started on the buttons of his shirt, the parting material offering a glimpse of the sculpted muscles that made her quiver like aspic, before he discarded the shirt and stood bare-chested in front of her.
“Come here.” Her mouth had gone dry, and her heartbeat accelerated as he stepped right up to her chair. With a not-quite-steady hand, she reached out and caressed the ridged abdomen, sliding her hand up the smooth chest that resembled slabs of stone.
His hands came up to cradle her head, tilting her chin upwards, positioning her for his devourment. He bent down and took possession of her lips, commanding her mouth and extracting exquisite pleasure with consummate skill. His lips sucked, slid, pressed. Her own lips parted in welcome, yearning for more of him, of his flavor, his texture. He took advantage of the opening, and his tongue slid into her mouth, where it slid sensuously against hers. So engrossed was she in the kissthat it was a surprise when her bodice sagged and his warm hands cupped her naked shoulders, dislodging the sleeves, then following them down her arms to let them pool at her waist.
“Oh!” she breathed, unable to comprehend how he had undone her bodice without her noticing. “Your fingers are nimble.”
He grinned. “You should know that already.” Saying so, he tangled his fingers in her hair, causing the entire mass to cascade down her back in a mahogany mantle.
“And you removed my pins without pulling my hair.” She purred as he massaged her scalp with delicious strokes. “I think you are better than my lady’s maid.”
“Shhh, don’t tell her, or she might get jealous.”
This playful side of him, one he didn’t reveal often, was irresistible. Her hands came to rest on the waistband of his trousers, and she ran her fingers along it, causing his muscles to tense and harden under her light touch.
And talking about hardness…
She cupped the bulge in his trousers, testing and molding her hand along his hard-as-iron rod. He drew a ragged breath, but didn’t pull away. On the contrary, he leaned against her hand. She wanted to touch him. Skin to skin. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Two could play this game.
While her corset distracted him, she worked on the buttons of his fly, massaged his rod, and dotted kisses and little licks along his stomach. His dexterous hands faltered and became less so, struggling with the laces.
It was a heady feeling to have this strong, vital man under her power. She popped the last button, and his member sprang into her waiting hand. What had he called it? A staff? It certainly resembled one. She closed her fist and slid her hand up and down the length of it. Marveling at the slide of soft skin over rockhardness. The tip was the softest skin of all, shiny and glistening. It beckoned her to taste it.
Without doubting her impulse, she leaned forward and closed her lips over the engorged crown.
The groan that escaped his mouth seemed torn from his chest. His hands abandoned her corset to once again tangle in her hair, cupping her head, massaging, fisting on the strands, combing them away from her face, holding back the mass of her hair with a fist as her head bobbed on his cock.
She explored, emboldened by his enthusiastic enjoyment. Cupped his heavy sack, rolling his stones in her palm, rubbing them softly while her mouth sucked and her other hand pumped the base of his rod.
“Esther.” Her name was a ragged groan. Tortured and needy. “Easy now. Wait.”
When she didn’t heed his warning, his hold on her hair tightened, and he pulled her off him. She looked up at him, licked her lips, and his fist tightened even more on her hair. It didn’t hurt. It exerted just enough tension to let her know he was in charge. His features seemed carved out of stone, and with his muscular arm stretched, holding her captive, he looked like a conqueror.
“You are being naughty. Trying to distract me from my task.” He leaned down, licked her lips, then bit the lower one. “Do you want me to fail?”
A small shake of her head was all his hold of her allowed, but she found she rather enjoyed being dominated by him.
“Good. Because now it’s my turn to drive you to distraction.”
So saying, he released her hair, but only to bend down and lift her from her chair. He brought her to the bed and laid her down on the soft comforter. Her bodice pulled around her waist, while her corset remained on, but half askew. He rolled her onto her stomach.
“Stay like that, while I finish divesting you of your clothes.”
Her corset loosened and then fell away. Her skirt and pantalets offered no resistance at all. He stripped them away with exhilarating ease. Then his hands were on her thighs, inching higher and higher, to her private place, which felt slippery. Wet. He had touched her thighs before. During the therapeutic massages. But this was different. He was now touching her as a lover.
His hands mapped her body with possession, exploring places he had never gone before. Sliding between her thighs to rub her pearl. Cupping her backside, then spreading her before one of his fingers traced her crevice with shocking familiarity.
“So pretty. So wet,” he murmured.
One of his fingers dipped into her core, sliding easily in the abundant moisture. She buried her moan in the pillow while her hands fisted in the sheets.
“You are so ready for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded, desperate for the fullness his rod could offer.
“Tell me,” he whispered in her ear, his rod nestled in the cleft between her buttocks.
