“Then we’ll take the time to get to know one another again.”And, in some respects, get to know one another for the first time.“As long as it takes, as long as you need, Lottie, I will be waiting. I love you.”
She smiled, so beautiful that he ached.
“Then show me.” She linked her arms around his neck, her eyes bright. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve answered two of your questions. Therefore, you owe me two rewards.”
He bit back a laugh. Leave it to his wife to keep track.
He kissed her. Hunger leapt between them like a flame, the tinder of intimacy taking their passion to new heights. He savored her mouth, which was just as sweet as the rest of her. The taste of her pleasure was still on his tongue, and she writhed as he shared the naughty flavor with her. Their teeth collided and breaths mingled as they fought to get closer.
Then he had to have more. He kissed his way to her breasts, flicking his tongue against one beaded tip whilst he rubbed the other between finger and thumb. Her nipples were ripe berries, and he drew one plump morsel deep into his mouth.
Her fingers clenched in his hair. “Heavens, Sebastian, when you do that, it feels…”
“Yes?” He traded nipples, making the second one as moist as the first. “How does it feel when I suck on your gorgeous tits?”
“It feels like…like…”
Her cheeks were as pink as the bud between his lips, and he knew. This had happened before, years ago, and his cock wept at the memory of how he’d aroused his wife to such a degree that she’d spent from having her tits sucked.
Grabbing her hand, he placed it on her breast. “Touch yourself, sweeting.”
She didn’t argue, moaning as she rubbed her nipple with her slim fingers. At the delicious sight of her pleasuring herself, he felt his prick jerk. What he wouldn’t give to see her touch herself all over…a delight for another day. He bent his head over her free nipple while he reached between her sleek thighs.
Her spine bowed as he sucked one bud and diddled another. The slick sounds of his fingering mixed with her breathy pants, and he hoped she was close. Because if she didn’t come soon, he might do something he hadn’t done since he was a greenling and spend in his pants… He lashed her nipple with his tongue whilst he thumbed her pearl and thrust two fingers into her heat. She gasped, her thighs clamping around his hand, and she came.
Christ, did she ever.
“That’s it, darling,” he said through harsh breaths. “Clench on my fingers just so.”
Each lush contraction, each delicate ripple, reminded him of other good things to come. No pun intended. He kissed her, extending her bliss with long, deep strokes, touching her as deeply as she touched him. Gazing into his goddess’s dreamy eyes, her expression pleasured but far from sated, he knew he was the luckiest man alive.
Her next words proved it.
“Sebastian,” she murmured. “I want you.”
“I’m yours,” he told her. “Any way you want me.”
“Anyway I want?”
The way she wetted her lips made his blood pound. His fingers lacked their usual dexterity as he fumbled through an inner coat pocket, removing the device he’d had the foresight to slip inside. Sitting up on the desk, Lottie took it from him.
“A French letter?” She lifted her brows. “Rather sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He gave her his most charming grin. “More along the lines of hopeful.”
Twenty-Four
Charlie decided that Sebastian had a secret weapon: his endearing boyishness. This quality didn’t surface often, and when it did, she was quite powerless against it. Which was why she hid her response behind a wry smile.
“I’d wager that earnest charm worked well with the ladies.”
“There haven’t been any other ladies. Only you.”
There it was again—that irresistible earnestness in his dark eyes. Like that of a boy wishing to please. Then he tucked a finger under her chin, and he became all man, kissing her until she was pliant and panting, desperate for more.
“You are overdressed,” she murmured against his lips.
He smirked as he took a step back. There was arrogance in the way he undressed, his movements unhurried, as if he were giving her a show. As he shrugged off his outer layers, the fabrics rippled with his bulging strength. He unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness, and her pussy fluttered at the memory of how deep those blunt fingers had reached inside her, the feeling of fullness that had taken her over the edge.
