“Careful,” he said. “I might decide I no longer care about the bedroom. What if I decided to take you right here on the stairs?”
“I would not object to that.”
His eyes gleamed with delight. Lewis pressed her back against the wall and claimed her mouth once more. The kiss sent ashiver of anticipation coursing through Bridget like wildfire. His fingers flew to her garters, undoing them.
Bridget gasped for air. “You are unsatiable!”
“And yetyouare the one who is already in a state of undress,” Lewis said. “You little vixen.”
She pitched forward when he moved away from the wall. A startled laugh tore from her as they finally reached the bedchamber. Lewis did not pause for even an instant. He took her to the bed, and Bridget let herself fall backwards onto the mattress, bouncing slightly. Lewis’ hands flew to her stays, untying the laces and casting them aside.
Bridget seized his jacket, pulling it down his arms. Lewis paused, helping her remove the garment. He cast it aside. The rest of their clothing was lost in quick succession. Lewis seized Bridget’s chemise and pulled it over her head, flinging it to the floor. Bridget undid Lewis’s waistcoat and his shirt, throwing them away and uncaring where they landed.
Lewis pulled down her stockings with agonizing slowness, trailing his fingers down the inside of her thighs and calves. Bridget lay on the bed, her fingers curling into the bedding, and tossed her head back. Her thighs quivered, and the muscles in her stomach all pulled taut.
“Please,” Bridget said, shifting and twisting on the bed.
He swatted her thigh, the resoundingcracksending a jolt through Bridget’s body. It had not hurt, only caused a slight tingling sensation to spread through her leg, but the sound sent a wave of desire tracing the path of her spine.
“Patience,” Lewis chided.
“Mercy!” Bridget exclaimed. She arched her back and fixed him with her bestcome hitherexpression. “Besides, why torture yourself like this? I know you want me, too.”
“So I do.”
He removed his shoes, stockings, and trousers in quick succession. His manhood was already hard and ready for her. Bridget’s breath caught in her throat.
Lewis bounded onto the bed and straddled her waist. He kissed her feverishly, the heat from his mouth rivaling only that in Bridget’s aching core. She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him as they kissed until the entire world fell away.
Bridget jolted her hips up, bucking desperately against his cock. Dampness spread between her thighs, and her body began to move quickly and without conscious thought. She bucked and rocked and twisted. Lewis grasped her wrists and pinned them over her head. Bridget arched her back, desperate to find release. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples hard and aching.
Lewis broke the kiss. His lips were swollen and his eyes wide and dark with lust. “My Bridget,” he murmured.
“My Lewis,” she replied. “Oh, please…I must have earned it.”
Lewis chuckled. “I think I will be the judge of that.”
She shifted beneath him, squirming in desperation to find her release, but she could not manage to create enough friction to trigger her climax. Lewis grinned at her, his lips twitching with delight. “How are you managing?”
Bridget fell back onto the bed with a dissatisfied groan. “I cannot do it,” she whispered.
“I know.”
He dipped his head and kissed her breasts, one after the other. Lewis circled a nipple with his tongue, and Bridget gasped. She strained against his hands, still grasped tightly around her wrists, but Lewis was too strong. Bridget resigned herself to laying against the bedding and letting him do as he would. He worked her nipple between his lips and scraped his teeth over her sensitive bud. Bridget whimpered.
Her body trembled, pleasure threatening to burst free. She was just on the edge, so close to having what she wanted, and tears sprang from her eyes from the need building inside her.
“Keep your hands there,” Lewis said.
Bridget nodded hastily, eager to obey if it meant that she would find her release more quickly.
Lewis stroked her breasts and made a slow, steady path down her body, trailing kisses and caresses. She barely dared to breathe when his breath ghosted over her core. Lewis locked eyes with her and traced circles with his thumb just above that special place that always brought her incomparable pleasure.
Her fingers twitched. She longed to touch him, but if she tried, Bridget suspected Lewis would cease his ministrations. “Lewis, you are teasing me too much,” she whispered.
“Am I?”
His hand slipped lower. At last, he touched that spot she loved the most, and Bridget suddenly tipped over the edge. She tossed her head back and screamed, tears springing to her eyes as the most intense release she had ever experienced tore through her. Her legs trembled, her hips jolted upwards, and white obscured her vision. Bridget gasped for air.
