Whisking her shift up and over her head, she giggled and disappeared under the covers.Not before he’d caught a glimpse of her full breasts and then her round bottom, which she presented to him just before the bedding covered her.
How could a woman be both so delicate yet so strong?And quite amazing to think of it, but she was alsohis.
“Hurry, my lord,” she teased, nestled under the linen and wool.
His clothing went flying.More layers than he’d been wearing in the forest, no longer Henrik’s welcome cast-offs, yet it took him even less time to divest himself.He was a man in a hurry despite the promise of a whole night — and an entire lifetime — with Lise.
Removing the warming pan from his side, he slid between the heated sheets.
“Where shall I start?”he asked Lise, who held out her arms to welcome him.
Like Finch’s cat seeking a sunny spot in his friend’s study, Jonathan entwined himself with Lise’s warmth.Pure bliss.
For a moment, he simply gazed at her, blew a single breath across her neck, watching her eyes darken with desire.Her honey-brown hair fanned across the pillow, the flush rising from her breasts to her throat.
“I thought I might never see you like this again,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.
Slowly, reverently, he explored her body, his hands mapping every soft contour and flaring hip, as well as the flats and valleys, committing her to memory.His fingertips traced the delicate line of her collarbone, then skimmed down to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened into a taut peak.
Bending low, he took the rosy bud into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it until he drew a soft moan from Lise’s lips.
Arching against him, she tangled her fingers in his unruly hair as he moved steadily lower.
His mouth blazed a trail across her ribs, down the soft plane of her stomach.He lingered at the hollow of her navel, his tongue dipping into the shallow depression, then continued downward, his hands sliding beneath her thighs to part them.His breath ghosted over the dark curls at the apex of her thighs, making her tremble.
When he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, Lise gasped.Her hips lifted instinctively as he repeated the caress higher, closer to her center.
“Jonathan —” she breathed, but he silenced her with another kiss, this time against her silken folds, his tongue dipping between them in a slow, deliberate stroke.She cried out, her hands clutching the sheets.The sound was as pleasant as the sweetest music he’d ever heard at the London Pantheon.
Needing a better vantage, he settled between her slender legs to enjoy her with unhurried thoroughness, each movement deliberate, shaped by experience as to what would undo her and leave her breathless.With his mouth, he set out to satisfy her.Holding her soft petals open, he blew a gentle puff of air across her exposed cunny, before laving her swollen flesh with his firm tongue.
She began to hum, which made him smile against her thigh, wiping her own juices upon her skin.
No seduction by mouth was complete without a little nibbling, first on her soft inner thigh and then up and around her woman’s mound, down the other side, until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please,” she breathed out the word.
Slipping two fingers inside her, Jonathan curled them upward as his tongue circled that sensitive nub, then gently licked it.Again and again.
“Yesss,” she hissed, in turns frozen, bucking against his mouth, then shuddering.
When he began to suck, she cried out his name.In seconds, her muscles went taut before her body convulsed around his fingers.Lifting his head, still pumping inside her, he watched pleasure course through Lise in seemingly relentless waves.Her neck was arched, her eyes were closed tightly, and she danced against his hand until spent.
When she floated back to awareness, he had moved himself over her, prepared to fit his cock to her slick and ready channel.
But she shook her head, reaching up to touch his face, brushing her thumb across his mouth.“Your lips are wet.”
“With the most delicious nectar I’ve ever had the honor to taste.”
Her cheeks turned ruddy, and he loved how his lady blushed.But she wasn’t shy.
“My turn,” she whispered, her voice unsteady as she pressed her palms to his chest.
Curious, he let her push him onto his back.In the next moment, he was enjoying the precious torment of Lise’s touch, tracing a path along the hard planes of his chest with her trembling fingers, following the trail of dark hair that arrowed down his abdomen.
Then she paused before dropping kisses upon his collarbone, over the rapid pulse in his throat, then lower, tasting the salt of his skin.Her hands resumed their exploration, across the ridges of his stomach muscles.His breath hitched when she reached his hips.
When she took hold of his aroused cock, Jonathan thought his heart would explode.Wrapping her fingers around it, she stroked from root to tip, eliciting a guttural moan he couldn’t hold back.
