“That good?” she asked before she kissed his stomach once more. She leaned her chin against him. “Now what? Do I go lower?”
“You don’t have to.” His voice was raspy, and his heart quickened against her flesh.
“That’s not what I asked.” She pressed another kiss into him as if the action could show him how much she wanted to make their pleasure mutual. How much that would please her. “Do you want me to?”
He fisted his hands in her hair with a garbled grunt.
“You’re allowed to say yes.” She licked lower and he writhed, digging the heels of his boots into the ground on either side of them. “Actually, I’d prefer you to say something more than just yes. I’d like a little encouragement.”
“You want me to beg?” he asked as he gripped her tighter.
“Not beg, per se.” She frowned as she worked to articulate what she needed. “More—no, no, I’d very much like you to beg. I’d like you to want me so much you plead for my lips to touch you. To glide down your body. To wrap my mouth around you and pleasure you with my tongue. Explore every inch of you that you’ll permit.” As she spoke, the images sparked in her mind, so real and magical that she was already grinding her body against him, the need building. “And more. I, um, I procured a sponge.” Her cheeks burned at the confession, even though they shouldn’t, because it was the mature and responsible thing to do and—
Aaron swept her hair off her cheek. “Are you sure—I mean . . .” Even in the dim light, the uncertainty on his face was unmistakable.
“I want it.” She pointed to herself, offering a silent plea for him to want it too. “The question is, Do you? Because if you don’t, I don’t want you to feel obligated.” She swallowed, willing all her bravery to push her forward. “However, if you do want to, I’d like you to ask for it.”
“All right. Yes. I want to be in you, in your mouth and your quim.” He breathed another heavy, rasping sigh before glancing around them. “But, um . . .”
“Yes?” Her lip tipped up a little at his nervousness.
“Can we . . .” He inclined his head toward another bench. “That has a back, and I really don’t want to fall into the fountain.”
She giggled so hard she snorted and had to cover her mouth. Aaron’s face broke into a wide grin as he pulled her hand down, bringing his mouth to hers once more. She moaned as he nipped her lip, before opening for him again. God, she could never get enough of this, enough of him. They broke apart, and he pressed his forehead to hers.
“It would ruin some of the pleasure if we fell, wouldn’t it?” she asked.
He laughed. “Decidedly so. Especially if we were injured.”
“That would be quite embarrassing and difficult to explain. All right.” She planted a short kiss on his lips. “Take me to the other bench.”
Aaron winked at her, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around him. “Yes, ma’am.”
This had to be a dream. Aaron withheld the urge to pinch himself as he moved to the much sturdier seat, Isabelle in his arms, her legs threaded over his hips. He settled down with her on his lap once more, completely nude in the moonlight, her gown forgotten at the edge of the fountain. And yet she didn’t shiver, but instead nuzzled him. He strained against his trousers. Never had he experienced want like this. Not for anyone nor anything—money, respect, belonging, nothing.
“Here we go.” He adjusted himself, working to hold on to his last sliver of control before he gave himself completely over to her and the night and the passion. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Did you like whatever we did the other night is called?” she asked as she ran a soft finger between his eyes, as if she could smooth the worry lines. “When you made me come?”
“Very much.” He licked his lip at the memory. God, he needed that again, needed her all over his tongue, bucking beneath him, losing all of that calculation and control for him and only him. As if he was actually important to her, as if she believed he was special despite the fact he was so very not.
And yet when she gazed at him like that, her eyes intent and full of lust, her legs wrapped around him as if he were the only thing in the world, the most important thing in the world, how could he not believe it? And how could he not plead for her to continue?
“Well, I imagine I’m feeling the same way now as you were then.” She traced a finger down his chest. “I just need a little guidance and encouragement.” She gave him a saucy wink.
“Like begging?” he whispered the question, the idea becoming more and more appealing.
“I like begging.” This time she ran the finger down her own neck, tangling it in her hair. She licked her lips. “And again, some direction. Our library is rather extensive, so I have a decent concept of the various acts, but I dare say I’m a bit short on practical experience.”
“That’s fair.” On impulse, he brushed another kiss on her lips, a soft one, as if to give them both courage, before leaning back, his cheeks growing a bit hot. “Well, I suppose we need to remove my trousers and breeches first.”
“Yes, that would probably be a good idea.” Her tone was dry, though there was an amused glint in her eye.
He gave her a faux sniff. “Are you mocking me?”
“What? Never.” She wiggled her hips as she slid off his lap and onto the ground, gazing up at him. “Do you want me to remove them?”
“Please.” He gasped the word as he marveled at the view, his body becoming more and more excited.
