“Here?”
“Here.”
“But what if someone comes?”
“No one is coming, except you.”
She giggled. “Joshua. I had no inkling you were so devilish.”
“Let me show you how sinful I can be,” he growled.
He traipsed through the ankle-deep snow and then carefully laid her down in the cold, soft layers of white. “Keep your feet together and your hands at your sides until I step toward your feet, then bring your arms out and over your head as you bring your legs as wide as your skirts will allow so that you erase my footprints. Then close your eyes and enjoy.”
“What if I want to watch?”
“Then you may watch, but if you’re able to keep your eyes open the entire time, I am doing something seriously wrong.”
“Why is that?”
“Have you never experienced an orgasm?”
“I think so.”
His brow knitted. “I will make certain you know so.”
Phoebe closed her eyes as she moved her arms and legs back and forth. Her lashes twitched with each snowflake that landed on her peaceful expression. Watching her as snow sprinkled down on her form, adorning her hair, cheeks, and lashes as her grin grew with each passing stroke of her arms and legs was a lesson in erotic temptation. Her coat opened farther with each pass of her legs. Her gown was creeping upward exposing lengths of her wool stockings and the shapely form of her calves. A rumble of desire formed in his chest.
“This feels remarkable,” she whispered. “Rousing and exhilarating.”
She really didn’t know how arousing it was. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. He wanted her here and now. In the wet snow with her arms and legs flung wide. Resisting was the biggest feat of self-control he’d ever experienced. What he wanted more was to taste her, destroy her walls and make her scream to the heavens in ecstasy.
Joshua dropped to his knees, pulled off his gloves and pushed her skirts to her waist. He held her legs apart as he exposed her lace-trimmed drawers and groaned. Only Phoebe would have the drawers of a courtesan and never allow anyone to see them but her maid. He would rather have seen her entire body bare to him, but he would settle for her sweet, bare cunny. He ran his hands up her thighs, to her waist and beyond, where her lush breasts strained against her redingote buttons. He could not wait to take them in his mouth, but for now he would satisfy himself with making her come. He rubbed her breasts through her clothing and she arched her back as he brought his face down to the opening in her drawers. He breathed in the sweet scent of her desire and closed his eyes as lust flowed through his body.
He massaged her breast with one hand as he pushed apart the slit in her drawers with the other, exposing her intimate wet lips. “Fuck me.”
Phoebe froze and then lifted to her elbows and her eyes met his.
“Bend your knees,” he instructed as he released her breast and brought both of his hands to her ankles and spread them wide, exposing even more of her flesh to him.
“You’re ruining my angel,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling in a brisk manner.
“An angel who looks like youshouldfall.” His mouth hovered over her flesh as he savored her scent and allowed his warm breath to tease her with what he was about to do.
“Joshua.” The plea fell from her lips and he answered it with a stroke of his tongue up her center. She bucked and gasped, and he put one hand on her lower abdomen, her reaction stoking a need in him he did not recognize. It was all consuming, never-ending, and he knew in that moment he would never get enough of Phoebe.
He would not let her escape their destiny now. Not after he had tasted how good life could be. He licked and licked, glorified in her pleasure as her legs began to quiver. He devoured her wetness like a man who had found the Garden of Eden in the middle of the icy-cold fields of Scotland. When he stuck his tongue inside her warm wet channel, a moan was torn from his lips with the pure decadence of the woman he loved.
Her back arched, her stomach tightened beneath his hand and her speech turned into incongruent murmurs of longing. “Ohhh,” she sighed. “Ahhh.” It was as if she could think of nothing else to say, and that was exactly where he wanted her. Her hand went to his head as she pushed his mouth against her core and it was his turn to smile on her most intimate parts.
He moved back to her clit, teasing and swirling his tongue in a manner to drive her to the edge. He was rewarded with a gasped, “Yes, oh God, yes.”
Then he slid a finger inside her and her muscles contracted around it, sucking him inside as she let out a cry. He lapped at the soft, delicate skin of her sex, her taste making him harder than he thought possible. Phoebe shuttered. Her control slipping as her body trembled, and she fucked his face, calling out his name. “Joshua, please.”
He flicked her clit without mercy, savagely driving his finger into her harder and harder, pushing her orgasm through the restraint of years of denial.“Come for me,” he demanded, because he needed to feel her orgasm on his tongue like nothing he’d ever desired before in his life. “Come for me, Phoebe.” He sucked on her clit and just as she began to shatter, he applied his teeth with just enough pressure to drive her over the edge.
“Joshua!” she screamed, his name a prayer on her lips as her hot core milked his fingers with her orgasm.
A harsh breath exploded from her lips and a laugh filled the skies as he slowly brought her back down to earth, languidly stroking the receding quakes of her core.
