Her smile was wry. “I suppose that depends on the woman.”
Julian frowned. “Hector was a fool.”
“Or maybe it’s more about what is allowed for a married woman as opposed to a mistress,” Carenza mused.
“I would not make such a distinction.” Julian bent to kiss her. “There is nothing that excites me more than to be desired for myself.”
She swallowed hard. “Then perhaps you might disrobe so that I can have my wicked way with you?”
He removed his clothing, his gaze fixed on hers, enjoying her reactions to the gradual reveal of his body. She touched his hip, and he wanted to explode with lust as her fingers moved inwards and traveled up his shaft to the already wet tip of his cock.
“You’re just as ready as I am,” she murmured.
“Mmm …” He pushed against her hand. “I’ll be careful. Shall I blow out the candles?”
“No, I want to watch you.” She eased one arm behind her head and bent her leg at the knee to give him more access.
“And not do the work yourself?” He squeezed his cock and lowered himself over her, brushing the tip against her wetness until he seamlessly slid inside. “You want to watch … this?”
He pushed in and then withdrew completely.
A slight frown appeared between her brows. “There’s no need to stop.”
“I thought you wished to admire me.”
“Oh, I do.” She wriggled slightly on the sheets. “But in motion is best.”
“I think I’ll make you wait.” He replaced his cock with his tongue until she was ready to come and then sat back again. “I like to watch you on the brink of an orgasm, glaring at me to finish it.”
“I can do that for myself,” she pointed out rather breathlessly.
“Not tonight.” He held her gaze. “You’ll play my game.”
“All right.”
He placed his hands around her waist and arranged her against a bank of pillows. He slid his knee between her thighs and pressed it against her mound, almost making her climax.
“Suck my cock.” He brought his shaft to her lips and rubbed the crown against them, coating them in his wetness.
She licked him, her tongue darting out to explore the contours of his cock and dip into the very center. He groaned her name and pushed his cock deep down her throat, holding it there while he regained control of himself. He loved the way it felt to be sheathed within her mouth, her head back, her eyes closed as she held him so deeply.
He wanted to thrust hard and come hard but reminded himself that he’d offered her a different game to play and that driving her to distraction without letting her come was his aim. He eased free and cupped her bountiful breasts in both hands, his fingers on her already hard nipples. Angling his hips, he slid his cock in her cleavage and gently rocked back and forth as he massaged her breasts.
Her breathing hitched as he kissed her lips, which were sticky from his presence, and then removed his knee from her mound and kissed her other lips, which were already swollen and begging for his attention.
“Julian …”
He ignored her quiet plea and fingered her until she began to tighten against him. When he drew back, she made a feral noise that made him smile.
“I think I need a drink. Would you care for one?”
He got off the bed and strolled over to his dressing table, where Proctor had left him some brandy and two glasses. He poured himself a drink and turned back to the bed, where Carenza was glaring at him.
“Are you sure you won’t join me?” He held up the glass. “It’s very fine brandy.”
She locked eyes with him. “If you don’t come back to bed immediately, I will make myself come and be damned to you.”
“But that’s not in the spirit of the game.” Julian suddenly realized he was enjoying himself for the first time since dinner.
