“What about my feet?” She kicked them out and onto his lap.
This was getting ridiculous. Even if they were nice feet.
She wiggled them about in his face. Her nightgown slipped up her leg showing a lovely amount of thigh.
He felt his body reacting to her. All that soft, creamy flesh was in reach of his hands. He sat up straight. This had to end now.
“Let me escort you back upstairs, Miss Sterling.”
She laughed. “Are you going to carry me like Edward… the duke?”
Had his brother carried her to her room? He kind of saw why he would need to.
“Why won’t you kiss me, Tony? Is it because you hate me?”
“It is the exact opposite, which is why you need to go back to bed.”
“Then kiss me, you fool!” she demanded with a theatrical fling of her arm that had her nearly toppling off the sofa.
“If I give you a kiss, will you go back to bed?”
“Yes, but not on my forehead. I want… proper kiss.”
Damn, she had his measure. A kiss on her forehead was what started all this. Right. Just one kiss. He could do that and then she would go to bed and likely not remember any of this in the morning.
He used his index finger to beckon her over to him. She complied with a grin on her face. Instead of just leaning in for said kiss, she straddled his thighs, sitting on his lap. Now her nightgown really was up around her thighs. He skimmed his fingers down them and found that there was no hindrance to her luscious backside. Lord help him, what was he to do now?
“Just one kiss,” he said.
“Uh huh. Just one.” She closed her eyes, waiting.
Tony stifled the urge to laugh but instead put his lips to hers. He had not expected the jolt of desire. The fire that swam through his veins to settle in his groin. She wriggled closer winding her arms around his neck so that her nether regions were oh so very close to his. He tried to end the kiss, but she clung to him like an octopus, all arms and legs and lips. He could smell the lilac soap used in her hair and all he wanted to do was drown in her.
With reverent care, Tony cupped her face in his hands, guiding their kiss. His movements slowed as the kiss became more languid and intimate. At his urging, Lucinda opened her mouth to him. He let his tongue play with hers in a dance that somehow she knew instinctively. Gripping her waist, he pulled her closer, one hand now smoothed over her thigh, pulling up more nightgown in its wake. Tony’s hands were now cupping her naked buttock and gently squeezing, groaning into her mouth.His cock strained against his breaches. He had to stop but she was squirming against him, and it felt so damn good.
It was then she decided to let him do whatever pleased him, as it would surely please her, too. All she knew was she wanted more of his hands on her, more of his mouth, more of everything. Hope lingered where her anger had been and now she felt light, balanced, right.
When the kiss finally ended, they rested their foreheads together, breathing heavily.
“Why did you stop? Do not stop,” she said.
“This is dangerous. I should not have let it go so far.”
“How is it dangerous if we both want it?”
“Do you want to lose your virginity tonight, Lucinda? Because if we had kept going that is what would have happened. I only have so much control when I am around you.”
“Oh, can’t we just keep kissing? I was rather enjoying it.”
He laughed at that. “Were you now?”
“Yes,” she said and raked her fingers through his hair and kissed him again. This time she was the one to stop the kiss, only to kiss his jaw and neck. Her hands were now on Tony’s shoulders and were making their way down his taut arms as they held on to her waist.
With a sure and steady rhythm, Tony guided her hips down so that she rubbed deliciously against the bulge in his pants. It felt so good and soon she was moving with him. She threw her head back as his hips thrust up against her and the throbbing that had started as nothing more than a nice tingling between her legs was now an ache that demanded something. Something she could not name.
As their tempo increased so did her moans of delight until Tony reached up one hand and put it over her mouth just in time as she twitched and convulsed atop him. He thrust his hips afew more times and then fell limp beneath her. They both were breathing heavily.
“I’ve never… that was… Tony. I thought I was dying but I could not stop.”
