“Put my what in your mouth?” His fingertips drew little circles around her buttocks.
She had seen it in pictures and not quite understood why. But she wanted to see him clearly. She wanted to know… it.
“Your member,” she whispered.
He froze and then a devilish glint entered his eyes at the same time he rolled onto his back. “Very well.”
Margaret sat up and licked her lips.
“Straddle me backward,” he commanded. Rather than question the logistics of how such a maneuver could work, she lifted one leg and set it across his hips. It felt lovely, and she gave in to the urge to rub herself against him.
“But how—?”
Before she could finish her question, he was sliding her hips up and toward his face. “Do as you please. Just don’t hurt me, thank you. I’m not a fan of teeth.” And the whiskers on his jaw scraped along her thigh just as his mouth… “Unless you are very careful.”
Margaret turned boneless and fell forward.
Oh.
His member stood at attention, directly before her eyes. She did her best to remain coherent what with his hands wrapped around her thighs. It was rather startling, really, waving before her. She touched it gently. Smooth—silkier than the skin on his chest. Veins pulsed along the length.
“Relax, Maggie,” Sebastian said from behind her, urging her hips in a small circle. His whiskers scraped against her skin again and all hesitation fled.
All in, Margaret wrapped her lips around the tip of him and then moved her tongue in the same circling motion as her hips.
She closed her eyes and visualized his tongue gliding along her seam. She felt him with her body, but she also felt him with her mind. She would not overthink what they were doing, though, what he was doing. She trusted him.
It had appeared unnatural, when she’d seen it in a book, but it was not. All of it felt natural, and lovely and exciting.
She gripped his shaft with one hand, holding herself above him with the other, and listened to his various exclamations. When his hips shot forward, she noted what she had been doing, and again as his legs flexed.
She squeezed him, she took him to the back of her throat, she sucked on him, and despite his order, dragged her teeth gently up his length.
“I’m close.” His voice vibrated against her skin. It was a warning, she knew. But she didn’t care. She slid him in and out, farther, the blood pulsing through him matching the need he’d inflamed in her.
His completion came only seconds before her own. As his salty release filled her mouth, he clamped her hard against his face, his fingers inside her, and she spiraled into her own vortex of pleasure.
It was messy and ought to be embarrassing but it was not.
Sebastian’s hands soothed her bottom after she’d collapsed.
“You don’t haveto answer if you do not wish to.” Sebastian was sitting against some tall pillows with Margaret cradled against his chest. With their fingers tangled together, she studied his hands. The candles still burned, casting a warm glow on the bed.
He had lovely hands. They were strong but also elegant looking.
“Ask me.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Did you have passion in your marriage?”
Locked away with him in his chamber with all of the guests fast asleep, Maggie could almost pretend they existed in their own little world. She did not want to dishonor Lawrence’s memory but at the same time, she experienced an intimacy with Sebastian she’d never known. She felt safe telling him things.
“We made love as married people do.” And then she added, “Properly.”
“It was the same for Bethany and me,” he surprised her by volunteering. “But it was beautiful as well.”
“It was,” she agreed. It was nothing like what they’d been doing. She and Sebastian had been seeking pleasure whereas…”We wanted children in the worst way. Eight years, we were married. Tell me what she was like, this young girl who captured your heart.” He would have been just as charming and charismatic then but younger, of course, and optimistic. What would Sebastian Wright be like as a manin love?
“Her hair was so blond it was almost white. She was very thin and nearly as tall as me.” He sighed behind her. “She was always laughing, and if she wasn’t laughing, she was smiling.”
