She could not bear that he no longer touched her. Her breasts had grown so sensitive that even the air teased them, making her want more. She instinctively pouted, just as her mind found some curiosity about why he had laid her here.
He reached down her body and touched one nipple. She arched. Joy poured through her.
“Do it yourself now.” A caress slid up one of her legs. “I will be busy.”
She frowned at his odd suggestion.
“Have you never touched yourself, Padua? Given yourself pleasure?”
Of course not. What a peculiar question.
His caress rose higher on her leg. Her hem rose too. “It is much the same. Try it. You will see.”
Now? With him there? Watching?
He appeared wonderful, looking down, his gaze warm and dangerous at the same time. She saw no amusement at her expense at least.
She tentatively put her hands under her breasts, to see what it felt like. Nothing special. “You will be busy doing what?”
He raised one of her legs. The hem dropped,revealing her hose to its top, and her knee. “Just kissing you. Touching you.” He turned his head to show her. She wasn’t impressed. The kiss tickled a little, and was not nearly as shattering as those on her breasts.
Then he caressed down on the inside of her leg. That gossamer touch, so light it could be a feather’s brush, sent a deep thrill right down to her—Oh.
For the first time since he first touched her, misgivings wormed through her bliss.
“I think that you are being wicked now.”
His fingers continued giving her vague licks. His mouth more obvious ones. “Not too wicked. Not yet.”
Notyet? “About those negotiations—”
“Too late.” Her skirt fell more, exposing more of her leg. Almost to her—to where the pleasures he created also fell. The sensation intensified until it was far stronger than when she sat on his lap. She barely resisted the urge to raise her hips in scandalous ways. She bit her lower lip so the begging cries haunting her mind did not leak out.
He glanced at how she still cupped her breasts. “Not like that. Do it the way I did. I promise it will be extraordinary.”
Too far gone to worry about how it would look, she gently rubbed her nipples. Spirals of ecstasy aimed down her body, toward those he created. They met at her— Oh!
“This is outrageous,” she murmured. “Disgraceful.” She did squirm then, but it did nothing to relieve the sensual torment that built with each moment. Heressence begged for relief, but it also demanded she flick at her nipples with the palms of her hands, to deliberately make it worse, not better.
Kisses on her knee now. Hot. Searing. First this spot then that, then lower on her thighs. Utter abandon made her lose hold of herself. The most wicked notions lodged in her foggy thoughts—to spread her legs wide, to make him kiss higher yet, to touch herself not on her breasts, but on her—and still his light caresses, those faint, fluttering touches, lured her deeper, and made a hollow need open that even the pleasure could not fill.
He kissed up her thigh, holding her leg so he could reach the softest flesh. A moan escaped her, then another. She looked down to where her skirt now bunched high on her legs. It formed a hedgerow of cloth. She realized that if he turned his head, he would see that which no one had seen before.
He did turn his head. He did see. Then the light masterful caresses moved down until he placed his fingers on the very source and center of her sexual agony.
It unhinged her. She heard her own cries sing through the air. Grateful, hungry cries that gave voice to the need consuming her.You are wicked, wicked, wicked.
“Yes.”
I should not allow— You should not—
“Yes.”
He pulled her hips toward him. She forced herself to look at him. His body lowered bit by bit as he knelt. She could only see his head, then only his crown whenhe kissed her inner thigh again.Ah, ah, wicked. Too wicked. He knelt higher, and arranged her legs over his shoulders. An extreme notion entered her thoughts. A hope but also an alarm. He was not going to— Surely he would not—
She quickly pressed her skirt’s fabric between her legs and held it, scandalized at the notion. He caressed her thigh, soothing her. Only it did not really soothe. It kept the heat and sexual agitation alive and vivid.
“I have shocked you.”
