Chapter 23 #2
He had to suppress a grin when she let out a yelp as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the edge of the bed, finally lowering her until her feet were firmly on the floor.
Keeping one arm wrapped around the back of her waist so he could smooth his large hand over her flared hip, he reined in the excitement he felt over what they were about to do.
If he lost control, he was sure she would dismiss him from her bedchamber.
Armenia watched as he tossed the pillows onto nearby furniture and stripped the bed of its counterpane. When she stepped out of his hold and moved to the window, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“To draw the drapes. I rather doubt anyone is watching, but...” She lifted a shoulder before closing the velvet panels on both windows, casting the room in near darkness.
Patrick took the opportunity to shed his shirt and shoes, and he was about to push down his pantaloons when she returned to the bed.
He watched how she lifted her shift from her body, tossed it aside, and then bent to climb onto the mattress, her olive skin a dark contrast to the white bed linens.
When she was in the center, she leaned on one hip and one hand and arched an eyebrow.
“Oh, do please continue,” she murmured, a smirk lighting her face. She used her other hand to point to his pantaloons.
“You minx,” he accused, grinning. He pushed the garment from his body, the front catching on his arousal before he could free it. He stripped his stockings, leaving him completely nude. “May I remove your stockings, my lady?”
Armenia seemed uncertain at first. “Promise you won’t snag them? They are new, and today is the first time I have worn them.”
“I will be very careful.” He waited until she had settled onto the bed and bent her knees before he climbed onto it.
Braced on his own knees, his arousal jutting out from the dark hair at the base of his torso, he reached down with both hands and captured the top edge of one of the stockings between his thumbs and forefingers.
He pulled the ribbon garter free before he carefully rolled the edge to get it started, and then used his palms to coax the rolled stocking over her knee and down her calves, making sure to skim her skin with the tips of his fingers as he did so.
He reveled in hearing her soft sighs and short pants for breath, in seeing how her heavy breasts had settled onto the tops of her arms, secretly pleased there would be room to rest his head after he finally allowed his release.
Despite her age, her belly was nearly flat, but then he realized she had probably never born a babe.
“You never did tell me how you like it,” he said, rolling down the second stocking. It popped off the end of her narrow foot, and he dropped it to the floor next to the first. He placed a kiss on one of her knees and grinned when her leg shivered in response.
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” she murmured.
Patrick blinked before he understood what she was referencing, and then he chuckled softly. “I am at your command, mia donna,” he whispered. He used his hands to push apart her knees and lowered his mouth to one leg to leave kisses from the inside of her knee all the way to the top of her thigh.
He matched his moves on the other side, pleased when she finally seemed to relax her legs and allow her knees to fall to the sides.
Not sure if his hunger for food or his hunger for her drove him, he settled himself between her legs, gripped her hips, and dropped his head until his nose was buried in her soft curls.
From the scent of her musky dampness, he knew she was already wet, but he was determined she experience as much pleasure as possible before he buried himself in her.
Reaching out with his tongue, he swiped it along her folds, glad he’d had her hips held down when she attempted to buck beneath him. A slower swirl of his tongue allowed him to find the swollen bud of her womanhood.
Her soft cries drove him, the tip of his tongue circling the sweet red pearl before he suckled it and licked it.
Her thighs clamped around his head, rendering him deaf to her mewls and words of, “Sì, sì, sì.” When he finally drove his tongue deep into her wet channel, her chest rose from the bed.
He thought he heard a muffled, “Fermare,” but reason no longer prevailed.
He was determined she experience as long an orgasm as he could manage to manifest in a body obviously meant for lovemaking.
He would have thrust his tongue into her again, but she drew her knees to her chest and rolled to one side, removing her quim from his view.
Momentarily confused, Patrick lifted his head to find her staring down at him. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
She seemed to struggle for air. “No, sei uno scemo.” No, you foolish man.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded, although she seemed to have to think about it before she did so. “Come inside me,” she whispered, once again opening her legs to him.
He crawled forward, positioning his erection at her opening. “Grazie,” he whispered, pushing into her in small increments until he was buried to the hilt. He struggled for breath, dipping his head so he could kiss first her lips and then both of her nipples. “My Venus,” he whispered.
He pulled nearly all the way out of her before he thrust into her.
Her chest rose from the mattress, and her legs wrapped around his back as he emitted a groan of satisfaction.
“I am not going to last long,” he whispered, thrusting into her again and again.
At some point he knew her hands were gripping his sides, her ankles hooked around his hips, and he remembered what he had imagined earlier.
All at once, his body responded before he could regain control, and he knew he would be lost to the throes of his release.
Apparently, Armenia knew as well, for she displayed a look of unadulterated joy as her insides gripped his manhood and milked him for all he was worth.
The sensation of intense pleasure was so sudden, so startling, he was forced to cease his movements before a growl escaped his throat.
He straightened his arms, determined he wouldn’t fall atop her, but it was no use. Every bit of his strength seemed to leave him all at once, and he lowered himself to rest atop her, his head landing between her breasts before he passed out.