“Fear not,” he said, eyes on her even as he settled between her legs. “I have a feeling you may prefer this, anyway.”
Finally, the implications of what he meant when he had spoken about tasting her sank in, and her eyes widened. “I don’t kno—”
He licked her, his tongue hot against her slick flesh, and every objection she’d had in mind disintegrated. There was nothing in the world except for the feel of his hands on her hips, guiding her to rock against his face, and his tongue.
That wonderful, sinful,wickedtongue lapping against her, provoking her to moan and gasp and writhe against him as his fingers dug into her skin, holding her still so he could feast.
Until this moment, or until she had met George, Sybil hadn’t considered that her mother had been right about her. She hadn’t thought that her mother, who had said with a knowing smile that she would enjoy it when the moment arose, might possibly be right.
After all, her mother did alotof things that she knew she wouldn’t enjoy. Most notably, making herself the laughingstock of London.
But this, it transpired, she had been right about. Because Sybil was enjoying this more than it seemed possible a person could enjoy anything.
And when he put a single finger inside her, she thought she might implode. This was too much, building and building until she was bucking against his hands, against his face, against this man who was teaching her so much about pleasure that she had never known.
There was something more, she knew it. Something that with every flick of his tongue, he was urging forward. It would come, and it would sweep her away on its path, and she would be powerless to stop it.
She didn’twantit to stop. Neither did her body, which was chasing that impossible high with almost as much determination as he was crooking that finger against her. Then, he slid another finger inside her.
Heat rushed through her, into her center, and she was so close. Just a little more, just a tiny bit—
She felt his lips curve against her as he suckled, taking her into his mouth, as he plunged those fingers into her one more time.
She shattered. The heat ricocheted through in waves, chased by that relentless tongue. He had an arm across her stomach now, holding her down as she arched off the grass, the pleasure overwhelming. Transforming. She felt as though light had flooded through her, changing her irrevocably from the person she had been into the person she was now.
He raised his head, that smug smile back on his mouth, his eyes burning with lust. “You taste better than I could have imagined,” he said.
Thatfeltbetter than she could have imagined. Her entire body felt as though it had been wrung, and she was boneless, lying in the sun as she tried desperately to catch her breath.
“That was—” She coughed and brushed a strand of hair back from her face. “That waswonderful.”
“You don’t think that was everything, do you?” he asked, fingers working at the buttons at his waist. “That was only the beginning?”
Her eyes widened as the length inside his breeches, hard and throbbing, broke free. It was large and hard and looked—
And Sybil understood because when she had examined herself, it hadn’t been appealing either—but this, with its hardness and its moisture, was a symbol of arousal. Forher.
“Look at me like that any longer,” he said, a roughness to his voice, “and I’ll hold you down and take you until you’re screaming my name.”
“George,” she said, trying it out.
“Say it again.”
“George.”
He gave a growl of approval and tugged on her ankles, pulling her closer. “Do you want a lesson in pleasure?” he asked her, tangling his hand in her hair. Although there was more of that deep harshness in his voice, his touch was gentle. “Do you want to know how to please a man?”
Sybil looked from that drop of moisture back into his face, more of that delicious ache beginning again between her legs. If she was going to sin, she might as well do it properly.
“Teach me,” she said.
The hand at the back of her head eased her face down, toward his arousal. “Take it into your mouth,” he said, and with a little gasp—shocked, excited, terrified—she did as he commanded.
He moaned, his hand tightening in her hair, and his hips thrust, just a little, pushing him further into her mouth. She opened up, giving him access, and this time his groan seemed to come from deep inside his chest.
“That’s right,” he said, using his other hand to push stray curls back from her face. “That’s right, Sybil.”
Obeying the pressure of his hand, she moved up and down on him. His breath caught, and he thrust again. Her throat closed in protest, but as her lips closed around the base of his shaft, he made a sound that sent more of that heat into her core.
