She quickly undid his trousers and slid them over his hips, leaving him quite naked because she’d already removed his cravat, suit coat, waistcoat and shirt while she still remained in her shift.
He reached for her, prepared to drag it over her head then have her beneath him. Instead, she pushed him back on the bed then came over him.
Her boldness was shocking, and quite arousing, especially since he had not thought it possible to be more aroused than he was, but when she positioned herself above him, straddling his hips with her legs, he wondered if she was going to be the one taking him, which he certainly did not mind.
He reached for her again, but Blythe pushed his hands away and pressed his wrists to the mattress as she leaned over to kiss him. Orlando could have easily overpowered her, but he did not. Instead, he lay there and enjoyed her kisses, returning them with the same passion she bestowed upon him, but when her wetness brushed against his thigh, he could not hold out a groan. He needed her, now, or he might just explode without the privilege of being inside of her.
Blythe broke the kiss then trailed her lips over his neck, down to his chest as her hands skimmed down his abdomen. He sucked in his breath, then let out another groan as her hand grasped the length of him.
He thought she would take him in her, but Blythe’s kisses continued to go lower and lower, until her lips were around him, then her tongue on the underside nearly brought him off the bed.
“Blythe, no,” he managed to bite out.
She stopped and looked up, worry in the blue eyes. “You do not like this?”
He nearly choked, unable to answer such an absurd question.
“When you kissed me in a similar manner, I thought you may like it if I did the same.”
“Oh, I do,” he quickly assured her before she got upset or embarrassed. His objection was not for the reasons she may believe. “It is just that…well…a man usually does not ask a lady to…well…”
“Why?”
That was an excellent question. Was there some foolish rule? “I do not know other than he is the one who should be pleasuring her before he takes his own.”
She pursed her lips and studied him, still poised above his cock, which ached with need.
“If you do not like this then I will stop.”
“That is not what I claimed,” he insisted.
“Then do be quiet unless I do something wrong.”
“Wrong?” he nearly laughed.
“I have never done this before, but I want to pleasure you.”
He didn’t think he could get thicker than he already was, and he nearly begged her to continue.
“Shall I continue?” There was mischief in her blue eyes as if she already knew the answer.
“I am but at your mercy, Blythe.”
She then took him in her mouth again and while not practiced or skilled at all, it did not matter but when she caressed below, it nearly brought him off the bed again and with a lick of her tongue, Orlando knew he was too close to let her remain, and rose up then reversed their positions, her beneath him as he pushed her shift over her hips, spread her thighs and pressed forward.
He did not last long before his climax caused a shudder through his entire being, and before he could bring her release.
Hardly able to catch his breath, Orlando fell to the side of Blythe and looked over at her ready to apologize, but she was grinning at him.
“Are you pleased with yourself?” he asked.
“Oh, very much so.” She rolled to her side. “I am convinced that I very much enjoy being wicked, Orlando.”
It also might just be the death of him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Two Months Later
