Chapter Ten #2
“A fire would be nice.” She watched him arrange logs in the fireplace. The cabin appeared to have two rooms, one that was a sleeping chamber and the rest was a large, open area.
A few minutes later, he had the flame started, and it didn’t take long before the fire roared to life and began heating the room.
Elias stepped back over to her. “I couldn’t remove your pelisse without ensuring you would be warm enough,” he said as he unbuttoned the pelisse and pushed it off her shoulders. He laid it across a nearby chair, then removed his greatcoat and placed it on top.
“That’s better,” he said, cupping her cheek and lowering his lips to hers.
She responded by clasping her hands behind his neck, holding him in place when she opened to him and met his tongue with hers. She tasted his tea from breakfast as she explored his mouth, pressing herself tighter against him.
A hard bulge between his legs pressed against her stomach. She had never seen what lay beneath a man’s breeches, aside from the statues on display at the museum. Even when she walked in on Durham, she couldn’t see him since his maid’s head blocked her view.
Lydia pushed all thoughts of the blackguard out of her mind, only caring for and desiring the man before her. She found she longed to please him. To know what he enjoyed and to be the one to satisfy all of his needs.
Continuing to kiss him, she moved one of her hands slowly down his body, continuing until she reached the bulge, cupping it in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Elias broke the kiss, panting to catch his breath. “What are you doing?”
“I want to touch you.” She rubbed, and his member felt hard as a rock beneath the fabric.
He clasped her hand. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, and we haven’t yet discussed what we are to each other.”
Lydia removed her other hand from behind his neck and shifted it between them to unfasten his falls. “You aren’t taking advantage. I want this, Elias. Please.”
He didn’t stop her and closed his eyes when she used both hands to unbutton the fabric the rest of the way until his thick shaft protruded between them. Lydia ran her fingers along the smooth skin, and he sucked in a breath of air.
“Eyes on me, Handsome,” she teased him. She wasn’t certain where her boldness came from. It could only be from how much she wanted him, and how safe and comfortable she felt in his presence. He wouldn’t do a single thing she didn’t wish to do, and that made her more daring and bold.
Elias opened his eyes and the heat that shone in them made that place between her thighs ache. She tightened her hand around his shaft and explored his length, noting his breath became more ragged when she stroked him.
“You’re going to make me spend,” he groaned breathily.
“Good,” she said, looking down at his cock, which had a bit of liquid on the tip. She brushed over it with the thumb of her other hand. Bringing it to her mouth, she sucked her thumb between her lips, catching his gaze when she did so, just as he had done to the fingers that he’d had inside of her.
The taste was just a bit salty, and she felt the most powerful she’d ever been in her life, bringing pleasure to a man. Particularly this man.
He growled and walked her back until the back of her legs were against the settee, and he urged her to sit. She was eye level with his cock, and her immediate thought was that she wanted to take all of him into her mouth, but before she could move, he knelt to the floor.
Elias lifted her skirts, and the warm heat from the fire kissed her skin. He gripped her knees and spread her legs apart, settling himself between them.
“Elias,” she whispered.
“I’m going to lick and taste you until you come on my tongue, and then if you have energy left, you can do whatever you wish to me.”
She whimpered at his words and she fought to keep her eyes on him, knowing he would tell her to do so if she closed them.
He gripped her bottom and scooted her to the edge of the cushion, then urged her to lean back against the backrest. She felt his tongue run along the slit of her folds until it reached the place that made her buck and moan.
Elias picked his head up, and as wanton as she was, she hated that he had stopped.
“Place your legs over my shoulders,” he said.
She did as he said, her stockinged legs resting on his back. They hadn’t even bothered to remove their shoes. He placed each of his hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her legs apart.
When he resumed licking her, she released a loud stream of moans. He slid a finger inside of her core and raised his head again, watching her move against his hand.
“That’s it, Beautiful,” he said. “You can be as loud as you want. Show me how much you enjoy what I’m doing to you.”
“Elias,” she moaned, rocking her hips on his fingers when he added a second one.
“Yes. Just like that,” he said, smirking at her before he lowered his head again.
He removed his fingers, and then she felt his tongue enter her. How had she never known that mouths could bring so much pleasure? It was wanton and wicked, but she tightened her thighs on his head and moved against his face, urging his tongue to enter her as deep as he could.
Elias pressed his thumb against the opening to her slit and circled it while he continued to move his tongue inside of her. When he did so, she lost all rational thought. She moaned and cried out with abandon, arching her back from the intensity of the ecstasy between her thighs.
She imagined what his cock would feel like in place of his tongue, and what his naked, warm, muscular body would feel like pressed against hers.
When she couldn’t hold out any longer, her toes curled, and she stilled, almost yelling his name as the waves of her climax hummed throughout her entire body for several seconds.
Nothing had ever felt better in her life, almost as if she were flying through the sky.
She wasn’t certain she would survive if they were to couple, as the blissful state he would put her in would be far too much for her body to handle.
When she went limp and sank back into the settee, she moaned again from the sensation of him continuing to work his tongue inside of her, growling to himself as he did so.
Finally, he picked his head up and caught her gaze. “I couldn’t let any of you go to waste.”
Her skin heated from his words, and she leaned forward and clasped his lapels to pull him toward her.
When she kissed him, the taste of herself on him made her long to give in to her wicked desires, even more so than she had before.
She pulled back and pressed her forehead to his.
“My handsome lord, I believe I was promised a turn.”
“You really don’t have to, Lydia,” he said, but his tone indicated he didn’t exactly wish to dissuade her from the notion completely.
“I want to, Elias.”
His cock jutted out from where he was positioned on his knees, and he stroked his length with his right hand. She loved watching him do so and wondered if what he felt was the same as what it had been for her.
“What is it you have a mind to do, Beautiful?”
“Come to your feet, and I shall show you,” she said, her boldness returning at the realization that she would control what he felt. That she could do to him what he did to her, and drive him to the same brink of madness.
Elias slowly stood and looked down at her with only the slightest hesitation. She looked up at him and grinned, taking his cock into her hand to stroke it.
“I want to taste you,” she said, biting into her bottom lip. “Will you tell me what to do?”
His cock twitched in her hand. “Just take a little into your mouth at a time until you are comfortable, sucking and licking as you move your mouth as you do your hand,” he said slowly and between quick breaths.
She ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, and looked up at him, finding him staring back at her, his eyes almost black with desire.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “You didn’t even make me remind you to keep your eyes on mine.”
She kept her eyes fixed on his as she sucked more of him into her mouth, licking along the bottom of his cock until she couldn’t take him in any further. She sucked and licked with him deep in her mouth and his hands shot to her head, sinking his fingers into her hair.
“So, good, Beautiful,” he moaned.
Lydia responded by sucking hard and moving her mouth back and forth on his length. Each time she sucked him back into her mouth, he gripped her head tighter.
When he let his head roll back, she sucked him faster, believing that doing so would push him over the same cliff that he had brought her to.
He moaned and rocked his hips with her movements, helping her to take him deeper into her mouth.
“Lydia,” he moaned, almost in a panic. “I’m going to…you must stop…or I’ll…I’m going to spend.”
There was no way she was going to stop. She would taste him the same way he’d done with her. She gripped the back of his thighs and looked back up at him as she worked her tongue harder against his shaft.
He groaned and moaned her name several times as her mouth filled with something thick and warm. She swallowed it down, and he cupped her cheek as he stared into her eyes. After several seconds, he collapsed beside her on the settee.
Lydia watched him as he tucked himself back inside his breeches, and she righted her skirts. He pulled her against him to settle into his side with his arm around her.
Elias kissed her temple. “You are wonderful,” he whispered. “Nothing has ever felt better.”
“I quite agree,” she said, nuzzling against his clothed chest. She realized she still hadn’t seen him with no clothing, but based on how firm his chest was, she imagined he would be delightful to gaze upon.
“I wish for us to speak about what the future could hold for us, but not now,” he said. “Not directly after I was a cad who spent in your wicked mouth.”
She pulled back and smirked at him. “I made you do so.”
“That you did, Beautiful,” he said, sighing. “But some things must be handled properly, but just know that I wish to speak with you on the matter.”
Lydia fought to hide her excitement. Surely if he meant to speak with her, he would ask for her hand.
He would need Papa’s permission, of course, which is why he needed to wait.
Although, a small part of her worried that he only did so because of what occurred and not for a strong affection for her.
He had yet to speak the words. But she reminded herself that he’d been nothing but caring and considerate to her, which would mean he couldn’t be completely devoid of feelings.
They remained silent for a few moments, with her leaning against his chest and Elias lazily rubbing her back, both staring at the fire.
She imagined the same scene playing out for years to come.
She imagined Christmases before the fire with their children, already knowing that he’d make the most devoted father.
“We really should get back,” he said, breaking the silence. “We shall need to cut some greenery and mistletoe on our way or they’ll surely question why we have been gone so long and have returned with an empty basket.”
She laughed. “At least we already know where to find mistletoe. Assuming we don’t dally when we find it.”