He reversed course, slowing at her thighs, nudging them apart. “Show me, Kitty. Show me all of you. Hold nothing back from me, sweetheart. Promise?”
She found herself parting her legs on his command, unable to resist the sound of his voice, so low, so affectionate… “I promise, Max. I promise.”
His fingers slid to the shadows between her legs and he played, teasing the flesh with light strokes, then pressing a little harder, some places making her sigh with pleasure, others making her muscles tighten in response to his touch. She was learning how different it was to have a man caress her like this. Her arousal grew with Max’s continued attentions, and she moaned, unable to keep still as he probed, petted and teased her onward and up…up a steep climb…
“I want to watch you come, Kitty.”
She barely caught the words, since he had her trembling now, shuddering with each new sensation. He had discovered a rhythm, a steady stroke against a spot that she knew would eventually force her to the peak of ecstasy. And she could not resist, could not slow down the inevitable ascent.
“Come, Kitty. Come around my hand.”
He leaned over and nipped a taut bud, making her cry out—it was an added dart of pleasure she’d not anticipated and her legs writhed, parting wide, inviting him to do as he would. She would welcome it all.
He urged her to the very edge of the precipice. “God, yes,” he murmured. And then he came over her, rolling between her legs, taking his weight on his hands and thrusting himself into that hot wet darkness.
It was the final straw for Kitty.
She exploded around him, her mind blank, her vision filled with shooting stars and rainbows and colors that had no name. There was no Kitty, no Max, just a vortex of erotic desire and delight, and the more Max pumped himself within her, the more she shattered and the higher the peak.
Eventually she choked out a scream, locked in a spasm of exquisite passion so intense it was almost painful. She heard a loud groan from Max and vaguely felt the throbbing of his cock deep inside her as he too fell into the maelstrom.
At last they separated, Kitty feeling a sudden chill at the loss of Max’s warm weight. He pulled up the covers and tucked her in beside him. “Are you all right?” He pushed a lock of her hair away from her face.
“Mmm,” she sighed.
“Good.” He settled them both. “Sometimes I forget how good it can be to just enjoy each other.”
“No spanking?”
“Next time,” he yawned.
She smiled as she turned in his arms and closed her eyes.Oh good.
*~~*~~*
Max hadn’t fallen asleep as quickly as Kitty, the night before. He’d tried, snuggled in against her body like spoons on a tray. But his mind had twisted and turned around several different knotty problems and it had been a while until sleep claimed him.
His mirror showed him that, quite clearly, with darkened shadows beneath his eyes.
He frowned. He would have to put the worry about Kitty aside for now. They were in a strange and foreign ocean together at the moment, and he had no idea where to steer.
But of prime importance was finding out who was sabotaging carriages. If anyone else was killed while Max worked on this problem, he’d never forgive himself. He and Kitty had time. Those half-sawn carriage wheels didn’t.
For once, he was the first to arrive in the parlor.
“Good morning, sir. Breakfast?” Deery bowed.
“I should say so.” Max made a beeline for the sideboard and helped himself liberally to bacon, eggs, kidneys and three freshly baked rolls.
“Will you be requiring the gig this morning then, sir?” He glanced at Max’s loaded plate. “I doubt there’s a plough horse available today.”
“Good God, let a man have his breakfast, Deery.”
“I’d be happy to, sir. But it appears you’re having everyone else’s as well.”
Max sat with a snort, happy to see Kitty had entered the room with a cheerful smile. “Hullo Max.” She nodded her thanks at Deery as he poured her tea. “Just a roll and some of that bacon, if you please.” She turned to Max. “I woke up thinking about our problem, Max.” She sipped, closed her eyes, swallowed and sighed. “Deery, you pour the best tea I have ever tasted.”
He bowed. “Good think you came in when you did, Miss. I’m not sure if there would have been any left if you’d waited.” He shot a speaking glance at his master.
