He lifted the hem of her night rail just enough to uncover her slender ankles. He’d never seen such beautiful ankles. He nudged them apart, just enough to dip his head between them. He pressed gentle kisses to the tender skin of her inner ankle, below the bone.
Slowly, he worked his way up her soft skin, one inch at a time. He repeated the row of kisses on the other side. It was the ankles’ reward for baring themselves to his eyes, his touch, his mouth. It wasGraham’sreward. He now knew more about her than he had five minutes ago. And with every new inch, he would learn more and more.
Up came the night rail. Beautiful calves, toned and muscled. The calves of a woman who trained with soldiers, who could walk twenty miles if need be or stand still for days at a time. He kissed every inch, all the way around. Her legs spread a little wider to accommodate him. He repaid her with more kisses.
Next came her knees. Was there anything more fetching than the crease at the back of a woman’s knee? It fairly begged to be touched, to be tasted. He turned her toward the bed so that he could press his open mouth to her skin and taste her with the tip of his tongue.
“You always smell incredible,” he murmured. “Like no other scent I can remember.”
Her voice was throaty with passion. “My cream contains the essence of the Balcovian amaranth flower.”
Of course it did. But the only essence Graham cared to taste was Kunigunde’s.
He kissed his way back to the front of her legs and raised the hem to expose her thighs.
These, too, were toned and strong. Legs that could run, leap, or kick. Legs that could wrap around his hips and lock him to her as he drove his cock deep inside her heat.
He began to kiss her inner thighs. Her own scent was deeper than amaranth flowers. He could smell the musk of her desire. His cock gave a leap of eagerness to explore.
But it was not time for that yet. He was still learning her. Performing reconnaissance with his hands and his mouth.
He lifted her night rail to her hips and nudged her thighs even farther apart.
She teetered on her toes and grabbed for the bedpost. “I don’t know how long I can stand like—”
He placed his mouth on her mons and found her clitoris with his tongue.
“I can stand here all night,” she blurted out, and leaned against the mattress behind her for balance. “Don’t stop.”
They were just getting started.
As he licked, he reached around her to cup her perfect arse for just a moment before sliding his fingers into her wetness.
She sucked in a startled gasp. Several gasps.
This night with Kunigunde was already Graham’s favorite reconnaissance of all. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, all working together to discover the secret to unlocking her unique—
Her legs shook, then tightened against him, trapping him in place.
A tiny sound escaped her throat as she climaxed around his fingers, on his tongue. Only when the pulsations ceased did he continue his path of slow kisses upward to her flat stomach, the dip of her navel, the hint of her ribs.
“Do it now.” Her voice was breathy, desperate. “I can’t stand to wait.”
“You’ll have to try.” He rose up to take her left nipple into his mouth.
It was stiff and brown and glorious. He held the night rail in his right hand so that he could use the left to play with her other nipple while he suckled. Her breasts were small and high, the perfect handful to cup in his palms.
She fumbled at his waist, managed to untie his dressing gown.
He shook the material from his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. He lifted the night rail up and over her head, flinging the whisper-light material from her body at last.
She took advantage of his motion and yanked his nightshirt up over his thighs, his hips. She sucked in an audible breath at the sight of his shaft. Then she tugged his nightshirt up over his chest and off his body. She gazed at him for a long moment, as if memorizing every part of him.
“Now we’re both naked.” She gripped both sides of his face and kissed him. “Let’s finish this in the bed.”
He slid his hands from her arse to her thighs, lifting her easily so that she straddled him. His cock rubbed against her slickness. Right where he had kissed her until she came apart.
Her eyes fluttered upward as though she was not far removed from coming undone again, if he kept up the sensual contact.
