Page 61 of Hell Hath No Fury


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Watching her kneeling before him, he felt himself growing harder, if that were possible. As demurely as could be, with her knees together, and her hair covering her breasts, she tugged determinedly at one snug leather boot.

“Come. Off!” she said as he felt the boot begin to give way.

Reaching down to give her some assistance, he braced her arms, and the offending Hessian finally came free.

Tossing it over her shoulder, she pushed her hair away from her face and hastily set to work on the other one. When she gave a mighty tug on this one, and it came free quite easily, she toppled backward into the pile of clothing on the floor.

At this point neither of them could contain their laughter any longer. Feeling quite feral, Stephen dropped to the floor and covered her with his body.

“I’d imagined a more romantic scenario than this, Cecily,” he said, with mock sternness, gazing into her eyes.

She shook her head and furrowed her brows. “I don’t need romance today, Stephen,” she said a bit breathlessly. “As long as I have you.”

He was in awe. Painfully aroused, but in awe, nonetheless.

“Then have me, you shall.”

He’d intended to draw out their lovemaking. He’d intended to flirt, play, and seduce. He’d thought he would bring her to completion several times before burying himself in her sanctuary.

But that was before he’d had her naked and on the floor.

Reaching down to unfasten his falls, he did so without once taking his eyes from hers.

“Andyoushall haveme,” she said as she cradled him between her thighs. “If you can manage to remove your breeches without the assistance of a valet.” Her words were accompanied by a devious grin.

Growling, Stephen tugged at his breeches and buried his head on her breasts. “I’ll remove them myself, you lusty wench.” He could not believe he was laughing.

Making love to Cecily today was to have been one of the most bittersweet events of his life, and here they were, lying on the floor, laughing.

And kissing.

And fondling.

Until he could hold back no longer. Moving his mouth back to hers, his hunger changed to tender affection. His hand was between them, his cock poised to enter her soft opening. “Oh, God, Cecily.” He breathed into her. And then with one hard thrust, he slid into her welcome warmth.

Her head thrown back, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began moving slowly, surrounded, reveling in her wet velvety softness. As he pushed into her, each time deeper, he could not get quite close enough. He watched her lips as she gasped, feminine little mewling sounds. He hadn’t noticed that before. She was adorable, and amazing, and he could… Not. Get. Close. Enough!

And then he was.

And she was there.

And they shattered into a thousand pieces together.

Her inner muscles clutched at him, even as he spent himself completely. Both of them were slick from their efforts. With a shift of his weight, he slid onto the floor beside her. She turned with him, not yet willing to be separated.

“Rather silly,” she said, catching her breath, “to do this on the floor when there is a perfectly fine bed a mere step or two away.”

Stephen placed a kiss in her hair, somewhere behind the ear he had been nuzzling. “I could wait not a second longer,” he whispered. “It took my valet damn near forever to get me undressed.”

He felt her chuckle beside him. “Ah, so it is the fault of the valet…”

He continued to nuzzle that sensitive spot below her ear. Apparently, she could not think properly while he did this. Quite gratifying, indeed.

“Shall I move you to the bed, lady of mine?” He had every intention of making the most of this time he was stealing. He wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised when his arousal rose to demand an encore, still nestled inside of her. It was a first for him, though.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Thoroughly refreshed, Stephenwalked into the private room reserved at White’s for his meeting that afternoon. He’d made love to Cecily two more times upon the comfort of the bed and even caught a few winks in between. The second and third time, he remembered to withdraw before finding his release. He’d been careless twice now.