She blinked at that admission, but couldn’t explore it further. It felt like too much when they were standing in her bedroom. Instead she began to unfasten the hidden hooks and buttons that held her dress together. Her sisters had always insisted she wear gowns she could remove and put on by herself. It was a way a courtesan could maintain power and protect herself.
He watched her with wide eyes as she took off the dress, and when the fabric fell at her feet in a pool and left her naked save her stockings and slippers, he murmured, “Magic.”
She laughed. “Not exactly magic.”
“All of it is magic.” He reached out and touched her bare shoulder.
His skin felt hot on hers and she hissed out her pleasure as his fingers drew down across her chest and over her breast. Hernipple was already taut with desire after their explorations in the carriage, but when he touched her bare skin, it was explosive. She arched against him with a whimper she couldn’t hold back.
“Will you lie on the bed?” he asked, his voice as shaky as her own. Like this meant as much to him, like he was just as taken in by the passion and the need.
At least she wasn’t alone. She backed away, never breaking eye contact as she stepped to the high bed and climbed up. She arranged herself on the pillows, legs slightly spread.
He licked his lips and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it aside without care. The cravat came next. He tugged the knot loose and unwrapped the fabric. It fluttered to the ground at his feet. She expected the shirt to come next but instead he unfastened his cufflinks and then rolled the shirtsleeves to his elbows.
She stared at the muscular forearms he had revealed. She wanted to lick them, she wanted to watch them flex as he fingered her or steadied himself on them while he took her. He sat down on a chair beside her fire and quickly dispatched with his boots.
Only then did he come to her, sleek and powerful as a jungle cat. He pressed a hand to the bottom of her bed and it bowed beneath his weight as he climbed up and crawled to her.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He smiled but didn’t move to cover her. Instead he unfastened her slipper and slid it free, then the other. He cupped her foot, applying pressure there, rubbing the sole with his thumb. She arched up with pleasure and relief. God, he could do that by rubbing her foot? What else would he do?
He leaned in and kissed her calf, the heat of his breath moving through the thin fabric of her stocking. He slid higher, licking and cupping her legs as he pushed them wider with his shoulders with every upward movement on the bed.
He reached her thighs, where her stockings were tied. He lifted his gaze, holding hers steady as he unlaced the ribbon there and bent his head to lick where silk met skin.
“Alexander,” she gasped out, dropping her hands into his hair. She felt like she was on fire, shaking with the way he swirled his tongue against her skin like she was the dessert he wanted after supper.
He licked and teased higher, closer and closer to her sex. She wanted to tug him up, to force him between her legs to give her relief, but he lifted his gaze and there was something in his eyes. Something of such command that told her to wait. To let him do this on his time and she would be rewarded.
She relaxed back, dropping her hands to her breasts, stroking there as she watched him lick her thighs, higher and higher. When he touched her between her legs, the flat of his big hand covering her, she gasped. He stroked his fingers along her length, testing her, teasing her. His index finger dipped past her lips and she lifted, forcing him inside just a fraction.
“God,” he grunted.
He pushed her open wider, massaging as he did so, revealing her sex to him. Then he watched her, never breaking eye contact as he stroked his tongue across her for the first time.
It was like fireworks at Vauxhall Gardens, sudden and sharp and powerful. She rolled against the pleasure, already on the edge in a way no other man had ever done so instantly and powerfully.
He seemed to sense that, to feel the threshold of her pleasure already rising. He didn’t make her wait. He began to lick in earnest, giving lavish attention to the entire length of her, holding her hips so that her wild movements didn’t interrupt the rhythm of his mouth.
As he slid one thick finger into her gripping sheath, he slid the other hand up her body and played across her nipples, hisfingers tangling with her own. He sucked her clitoris, swirling his tongue around and around until it felt like madness. Until the pleasure was so sharp she could do nothing but moan and whimper his name. He curled his finger inside and sucked harder, focusing all his attention on her pleasure.
When the orgasm came, it was sharp and deep, waves that seemed to wash over her entire being. She didn’t care in that moment if she drowned, she just wanted to ride the pleasure. She gripped his shoulders, rising beneath him, wailing out the release as the waves went on and on and on under his expert tongue.
She had no idea how long it lasted, it felt like a lifetime of being under his spell. But at last the waves slowed, the sharpness eased a little and he lifted his head, his fingers still pumping in the wet heat of her body. His lips were slick with her and she caught his shirt to pull him up.
She kissed him, licking him clean, and felt the shift in him. No longer was he the attentive lover, her ardor made his increase. There was drive in him now, in the way his tongue drove into her harder and faster, mimicking what she so wanted from his cock now.
But he seemed in no rush, despite the passion with which he kissed her. He clutched her closer, molding her against the lines of his body. There were too many layers of clothing between them. She wanted to feel his skin, she wanted to see his body.
She pushed at him and he immediately drew back. “Stop?” he panted.
She paused at how easily he asked that question. As if hewouldtruly stop after only she had been given her pleasure. But then, perhaps he would. Despite their beginnings, she was coming to the realization that this man wasgood. How many of those were there in the world? She could only name two and they were her brothers in law.
“No.” She caressed his cheek. “I just want you to undress.”
There was a wickedness that came into his expression. A powerful control that made every muscle in her body clench with desire.
