“No,” she felt compelled to say. “It is not as you think.While I am married, my husband has not…that is to say, I remain uncompromised.”
“Oh Christ.” He stilled, his gaze searching hers, his mouthgoing taut. “You’ve never lain with a man before?”
She shook her head, flushing from head to toe. The wordsrefused to form on her tongue.
“Ah.” He leaned into her, pressing his hard body to hers,and kissed her lingeringly. “That simply means that our rules have altered.”
She rolled toward him so that her breasts crushed into hishard chest and his manhood prodded her belly. “I haven’t an inkling as to whatrules you speak of,” she admitted. She was well aware that she was out of herdepth.
“The rules between you and me as lovers,” he said, cuppingher bottom and pulling her into him more fully. “You must promise to tell mewhat you like and whether there is anything you do not like. Do you promise?”
She swallowed. This was so much more than what she hadimagined. Dear heavens. She wasn’t certain she could find it within her to givevoice to the wicked things he did to her. But with those vivid eyes swallowingher whole, she knew she would do anything to please him.
“I promise,” she agreed at last.
A sinful smile flirted with the corners of his lips. “Good.”He kissed her again, nipping at her lower lip before working his way back downher body. “I want to taste you everywhere.”
His tongue flicked out against the fullness of her breast,then lightly over her aching nipple. But he did not take her into his mouthagain as she wanted. Instead, he moved lower still, to her navel. He paused,glancing up at her, looking every inch the part of a highwayman of old come toplunder. He was perilously near to the wet heat of her center. She longed tofeel him there.
“Open your legs for me, darling,” he coaxed, his hands onher hips, caressing.
She obeyed, shivering with anticipation, watching him.
He groaned, his eyes going to that most private part of her.Cool air hit her humid skin, heightening her awareness even more. “I want tolick your cunny so badly. Will you let me?”
Dear heaven. She’d never before heard such frank language.He meant to… Her mind couldn’t even form the coherent thought. She was shockedand titillated at the same time. Thank the Lord she’d had her bath uponarriving earlier that afternoon. She hadn’t known men did such sinful things.Very likely, she should tell him no. But his stare and his naughty words hadcombined to send another delicious pulse of want to her core. She wanted him tolick her. Maggie swallowed, stricken by the realization. She was a wanton.
“Yes,” she whispered at last. “Please.”
His eyes swung up to hers, pinning her with the naked desireshe saw reflected in their mossy depths. He lowered his head and sucked theresponsive bud of her sex into his mouth, holding her gaze all the while. Ohgood heavens. That felt stupendous. The sight of him pleasuring her, his maskedface buried between her thighs, only served to heighten her passion. She tippedher head back and moaned as he continued sucking, occasionally using his teethto ever-so-gently rake against the plump nub so eager for his every attention.It was pure poetry, singing through her body and setting her aflame. This wasthe answer to the troubles plaguing her, she thought, this sweet distraction.At least it could warm her body if not her soul.
“Mmm, darling.” He lifted his head, stopping the sensualtorture. His lips were shiny with her juices. “Do you like when I lick yourcunny?”
She flushed, still embarrassed by his words even now that hehad actually done the deed. She didn’t know what to say. A helpless slave toher own need, she watched as he pressed a kiss to each of her thighs, thenflicked his tongue out to toy with her. She bucked against him, feelingdangerously near to falling apart.
He stopped again, blowing on her swollen, slick flesh. Atruly seductive smile curved his lips. “Tell me, my dear. Tell me what youlike.”
It occurred to her that he wanted to hear her affirmation.She struggled to force her mind to function. “I like your mouth on me,” sheadmitted, for while this was indeed a night of firsts, she still couldn’t bringherself to say such wayward words.
He groaned once more, lowering his head to her sex. Histongue worked over her in a maddening dance, flicking her tender button backand forth. She couldn’t hold herself together. The wild feeling between herthighs rippled through her entire body, making her tense beneath him. Suddenly,the pleasure whirled out of control, slamming into her body. She shook, archinginto his knowing mouth, crying out with helpless release.
“You came for me twice, darling.” He dropped a kiss on hersex, then rose.
She caught sight of his manhood, hard and long. He hadenjoyed the pleasure as much as she had. She reached for him, clutching at hisstrong, broad shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth, his muscles flexingbeneath her touch as he angled himself over her. His dark head bent to suckleher nipple. Wetness trickled down over the folds of her sex. She was nearlymindless with wanting.
Maggie pulled him to her, moaning. She didn’t understandwhat was happening between them. Nothing in her life could have prepared her.Good heavens. Perhaps she was dying of pleasure. It seemed possible as he tookher other nipple into his mouth. His hands ran up over her hips to settle onthe nip of her waist. He dragged his lips to her neck, kissing just below herear. She shivered, loving his every touch, his every action.
“I want to go slowly for your sake, but I’m going mad withwanting you.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth and gave a soft, playfultug. “Christ, what you do to me, woman.”
She was already beyond rational thought, but not so muchthat she didn’t know what she wanted. What she needed. She caught his facebetween her hands, pulling him to her until their noses nearly brushed. He wasdevastatingly handsome, that much she could discern even with the obstructionof his silken mask. “Do not go slowly on my account,” she urged him,breathless.
A beautiful smile curved his sensuous mouth. “I lovedebauching you, my dear.”
Debauching her? She did her best to ignore the phrase, forperhaps lingering upon it overlong would induce an attack of conscience. Ofcourse, she shouldn’t have any conscience at all in terms of her husband, thatinsufferable lout who likely didn’t even recall what she looked like. But shehad not been raised to be a fast lady with an impenetrable heart. Her parents,for all that they were alarmingly wealthy, had always enjoyed a love match.She’d foolishly expected the same respect and love in her own marriage. She hadbeen terribly wrong.
“Forget I said that bit,” he muttered, apparently sensingthe wayward turn of her thoughts. “I love making love with you.” He lowered hismouth to hers for a devouring kiss.
She opened to him, her tongue flitting against his. Hetasted sweet and musky, a blend of himself and her both. She was unbelievablyaroused at the reminder of him pleasuring her so intimately. His hands wentbetween them, skimming down over her rounded belly to her cunny, to use hisribald word for that part of her body. She found she liked the wickedness ofit. He worked her nub, and she tipped her hips up and into him, loving hisevery touch on her starved flesh. She wanted more.
