Her nightgown, not one of her special married lady’s ones — ironically — had worked itself up to her waist, and Stephen’s hands were caressing her stomach and hips and thighs…
Cool air drifted onto her heated skin as her gown was slowly edged even higher.
Quite methodically, and with an alarming ease, he pulled it over her head and worked her arms free.
She lay before him completely naked and felt no embarrassment whatsoever. How this was so, she didn’t know. But it was Stephen. She felt beautiful and womanly with him.
He had a look in his eyes as primitive as it was playful.
And then, being careful not to rest his full weight fall upon her, he buried his face between her breasts and lazily kissed and licked his way around them. Finally locking upon one ruched nipple, he, in all fairness, brought his hand up to pinch and rub the other one.
Stephen, being Stephen, was inherently thorough.
Cecily felt utterly wanton.
The sensations of this man, fully clothed, wanting her, loving her, rubbing and tantalizing her naked skin, persuaded her to let her legs fall open so that she could cradle his hips and thighs.Oh, God, I want him everywhere.
His mouth worked its way down her breastbone, past her navel, and lower still.
“Stephen!” she gasped, quite shocked by what he seemed intent upon doing. “What on earth are you doing?”
He stopped and looked up at her, smiling lustily. “Nothing.”
And then he went about his business.
Not in a million years had she ever imagined allowing a man do… this! And with his mouth no less!
“Oh, my God! Stephen, you are wicked,” she said, feeling quite wicked herself as she reached down with her hands and grasped the sides of his head.
He was not to be deterred. His tongue stroked and sucked in much the same way he’d done with her mouth, causing a new multitude of sensations to spiral inside of her.
He paused only a moment to look up at her. “Surrender, Cecily.” Giving her a lazy, sensual smile, he added, “And prepare to die.”
Cecily could not help but laugh. But only for a few seconds. She relaxed her hold on him and reached up to cover her eyes with one arm. This truly felt glorious, but at the same time, excruciatingly mortifying.
Stephen pushed her knees up and lifted her closer to his mouth, presumably for better access. He was doing things now, which gave her no room for anything but acute excitement and arousal.Embarrassment, be damned. This was too good to be tarnished by shame.
She found herself writhing and thrusting in perfect accord with his ministrations. She reached for something, so close, so close. Whimpering and panting, she could not help but give in completely to this madness.
Oh, but there was more. Oh, God! He was stroking the inside of her with his fingers now, while his tongue flirted about other places.
She came apart completely.
Feeling her release,Stephen clutched her hips and slowed his mouth. He could feel her pulsing beneath his lips. Hearing her uninhibited release was nearly as satisfying as if he were to find his own.
Nearly.
As the waves passed, she gradually quieted and lay still. Stephen pressed in another long slow, wet kiss before kneeling back onto his heels again. He ought to have known how much this would affect him.
He was quite painfully aroused himself.
Looking at Cecily, all flushed and soft and relaxed with her hair tousled around her, her lips swollen and a hint of pink on her neck from his beard, one thought pulled into his mind and took up residence.
She is mine.
She stared down her body at him with a very heavy-lidded gaze. “You wicked, wicked man,” she said teasingly, whereupon he caught his breath.
How had they come to this? Crawling back up the bed, he lay on his side, adjacent to her.
