When he asked her that way, how could she resist? The train ride had been interminable. Her nerves were a series of frayed threads. And what could be better than her husband pleasuring her?
Nothing.
She caught fistfuls of silk and underlying petticoats and raised them, pooling them in her lap. His hot stare greedily devoured everything she had just revealed. Embroidered stockings past her knees, and beyond her garters, the bare skin of her upper thighs.
“You are not wearing drawers.”
His low pronouncement, coupled with the undisguised desire on his handsome face, made her bold. She allowed her legs to fall open. “I forgot them.”
As Primrose had unpacked her trunks upon their arrival, Pippa had occupied herself by changing out of her travel gown while her lady’s maid was busy. However, she had been in such a frenzy of worry over what was to come that she had obviously made a mistake when donning her own undergarments.
Now, the omission seemed more boon than mistake as his knowing fingers worked back over her bare flesh and his handsome face dipped nearer to where she wanted him most.
“I approve,” he said.
And then, before she could form a response, his head dipped. His tongue danced over her in leisurely swirls. He had already learned what she liked, how best to tease and torture her until she found her release. He lapped at her before sucking her pearl long and hard.
Her hips jerked toward him. A moan rose in her throat. Electricity sparked at her core and spiraled outward. The worries and fears gathering inside her fell away, replaced by the sweet languor of desire. She was already dripping for him. The wet sound of his mouth on her seemed sinfully loud in the cavernous library. Surely any servant passing in the hall would hear them and know what they were about, and yet, she could not summon a modicum of remorse or shame.
She needed this release, needed this man, and she was beyond caring about anything other than the relief he promised her.
His tongue traced the seam of her, then he parted her folds and sank inside, licking into her until she was desperate for more. Her hips rose, seeking. He growled, the vibration against her flesh making her wilder still. When he replaced his tongue with his fingers, plunging deep as he sucked on her clitoris hard, she cried out.
She flooded his fingers, clenched on them as he reached that place that drove her to madness, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her orgasm was as sudden as it was delicious, and she rode out the lingering waves of it, savoring the bliss and the man and the power of desire.
He stayed with her as she plummeted back to earth from the stars, his tongue on her gentling. His fingers withdrew when the last tremor of her pinnacle finally rocked through her. He sank back on his heels, his lips dark and glistening with her juices. Their gazes locked as he reached into his coat and withdrew a handkerchief to discreetly wipe his fingers and remove the traces of her dew from his mouth. Her eyes dipped to his trousers where the evidence of his own need was apparent. He was thick and hard and long.
She used the top of her foot to stroke him gently. “It is your turn.”
He groaned, thrusting lightly against her slipper-shod foot before tucking away his handkerchief and consulting his pocket watch instead. “Two minutes. If I do not go now, I will be late for my meeting with Stone.”
But she was not ready for him to go. “I am certain he will not mind if you are a bit tardy.”
“Damn,” he rasped. “If you do not stop, I will come in my trousers.”
“I would prefer if you do so in my mouth,” she dared.
He rose on another growl and helped her to her feet. “You tempt me sorely, Sunshine.”
“Then give in,” she said softly, guiding him to the chair and reaching for his broad shoulders.
He did, folding his large frame into the cushions she had so recently occupied. Pippa wasted no time in dropping to her knees before him. She found the fall of his trousers and opened the placket before working him free of his smalls. His cock sprang forward, thick and beautiful. She stroked him from base to tip, reveling in the silken heat of his skin before taking him in her mouth.
The breath hissed from him somewhere above her.
Good.
Roland took such good care of her, and she wanted to return that care, that worship, that love. He tasted musky and delicious. This was not the first time she had pleasured him thus, and she knew him well enough to understand what he liked. Keeping one hand wrapped around his shaft, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
He groaned, hips rolling, sending him to the back of her throat.
They fell into a rhythm, Pippa alternating between circling the head of him with her tongue and taking him in her mouth as she stroked his rigid cock. It did not take long. His sounds became more pronounced, and the tang of his seed was on her lips. His hips thrust, his breathing harsh.
“Ah, Sunshine. I am going to…” The last of his words trailed off as his spend filled her mouth.
The aftermath of their shared passion left her feeling at ease, heart and mind as content as her body. Only one last wound remained which needed healing, and they were about to see it done.
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