Chapter 51
Cecilia thought that Alistair was beautiful in the moonlight that came in fitfully through the summerhouse’s small windows. She might have wished it stronger, brighter, but knew he did not. And after all, she had other senses than sight.
‘It’s my turn to touch you,’ she told him. ‘Lie down.’
‘Not all of me will, I fear,’ he said raggedly, and she could see that this was true.
She stripped off her dressing gown and night-rail, and moved to lie beside him, running her hands slowly across his strongly muscled arms and down his chest, tangling her fingers in the soft hair that grew there.
She’d never seen a naked man before, nor touched one, and statues, she was coming to realise, weren’t at all the same.
He was warm and real, and her touch made him gasp delightfully, especially when her exploring fingers found his taut little nipples.
Pleased with his reaction, she lowered her mouth to them, and licked and kissed them just as he had done so unforgettably to her.
His skin was salty, delicious. He moaned, then, and his whole body jolted when she nipped at them with her teeth, and sucked on them in turn.
She shifted down the bench and began kissing her way down his chest, down his flat belly.
‘Are you sure…?’ he whispered raggedly.
‘I have not the least idea what I’m doing,’ she murmured against him, and even the light caress of her breath placed on his sensitive skin made him shiver.
She smiled. ‘I am relying on you to tell me if you don’t like it.
When you do like it, I can feel that for myself, I’ve found.
I remember your lips on my most secret places, and the glorious destruction you wrought in me. That shall be my guide.’
He made no coherent answer to that, because she was continuing in her exploration. He was hard, and jolted when she put her fingers on him, but his skin was silky-smooth under her lips and tongue. It seemed obvious, now that she was here, that she should take him in her mouth, and so she did.
‘Oh God, Cecilia, yes!’ he moaned, and she smiled around him, taking him deeper in, moving up and down upon him, enjoying the feel and taste of him under her sensitive lips and hot mouth.
She knew enough already from their previous encounters to guess what the result of this must be, and when he began to jolt and spasm, she pulled back a little and devoured him, her whole world having narrowed only to this.
As long as he moved convulsively at her touch, she continued to lick and suck and taste him greedily, and when he stopped, she buried her face in his belly, inhaling his scent, and he held her, stroking her hair with hands that shook.
‘Good God,’ he murmured. ‘Good God, Miss Constantine.’
After a little while, she moved up into his embrace, and lay with her head on his shoulder, and his hands were on her, exploring in his turn.
She was aroused by what she’d so scandalously done to him and by his wonderful reaction to it, her breasts and nipples aching for his touch, her core liquid fire.
‘I liked what you did to me before,’ she said, moving to straddle him. ‘In fact, I loved it, and I need you to do it again, and quickly.’
His voice was a little muffled, understandably, but he was perfectly audible when he said, his breath tickling her deliciously, ‘It’s definitely what Mrs Albery would have wanted for you.’ And then he was in no situation to speak, and nor was she.