Chapter Three #2
“And is there another prospective husband being lined up in the wings?”
“No.” She met his gaze. “I doubt that I shall wed again. But I shall enjoy life – and love – on my terms.”
“What does that mean?” He put his mug down as well.
“It means…” She looked at his lips, those cool firm lips that she’d already tasted.
They were a meal she had yet to finish, as was the rest of him.
“It means that I shall enjoy pleasure where I find it. I have no care for the proprieties, rumour or gossip. As long as I am discreet…I shall live my life as it pleases me.”
He moved nearer. “And what pleases you? May I be allowed to know?”
She moved as well, turning toward him as they sat next to each other on the bed. “It would please me were you to touch me.”
“It would also please me.” His voice had roughened. “Where may I be allowed to place my hands?”
“So polite.” She chuckled. “Let’s see.”
Taking his hand, she moved it behind her and let him feel her waist. “That is very nice, sir.”
“Indeed it is, Ma’am. You are slender and warm and a pleasure to…caress…” His hand moved slightly, stroking up and down, sending tingles through her.
Oh yes, this is right.
She lifted her hand to her bodice and slowly undid the row of buttons, from her neck to well below her bosom. Daringly she reached for Reid’s other hand. “I would feel your touch on my breasts, sir.”
“I would enjoy that myself.”
He slipped his fingers past the opened fabric and found her, drifting a soft brush of flesh over flesh at first, then growing bolder and cupping her, weighing, lifting her full globe and finally thumbing the nipple to instant hardness.
“God have mercy, you’re beautiful…”
He pulled her roughly into him, keeping her breast in his grasp, and staring down at her with sensual hunger in his gaze. “Kiss me. Now.”
She lifted her free hand to his head and grasped his hair, pulling him to her face, nearer…nearer…until she could stand it no more.
She kissed him, passionately, hungrily, parting her lips and reaching out for his tongue with her own.
From there it was only a matter of moments before they were lying on the bed, fighting with clothing, kissing, licking, nipping flesh as it was bared, and eventually tumbling together, naked and craving one another.
She found herself on her back, the fur soft and arousing beneath her bare skin, with Reid bracing himself above her, all fire and man and rock-hard cock.
“I would have you now. This very second.” His face was flushed, his eyelids heavy with desire. “But tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Her heart leaped at his words. Only a truly honourable man would dare to speak them at this point.
She paused for no longer than a heartbeat. “Yes, Reid. Yes. Take me. Let me take you. Don’t wait a minute longer for I cannot hide my wants anymore…and I want you.”
He groaned, moving above her and finding her sex, spreading her honey around her delicate folds, then rubbing the swollen head of his cock through the slick moisture, skillfully sending her own arousal higher than she could imagine.
“God, Reid…I can’t…”
She felt her release beginning, that sparkling tingle at the base of her spine.
Her breath shortened and her muscles tensed as he grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide.
He bent them, pressing them as far apart as he could, letting her reach for her shins and hold them as he moved into position.
She was completely revealed, stretched and bared to his gaze, her pussy wet, her woman’s curls damp against her hot and swollen flesh. Every inch of her sex throbbed and pulsated as her climax neared.
“Now, Reid…please…”
“Yes. Now.”
He thrust, hard and deep, his hard length stretching her inside as his hips stretched her thighs outside. She was impaled, pierced by a rod of steel, and it was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced.
Then he started to move.
And it got even better.
Within moments she knew any chance of holding anything back was gone. She cried out, little whimpers forced from her lungs by the weight of his body as his rhythm quickened and he began to groan.
At last she was there – and her body fell apart into a million stars as it exploded around Reid’s cock.
Lost in her own ecstasy, she vaguely heard his cry. But she could feel him, feel the pulsing jets of hot seed as he filled her; the tiny movements stimulating her own muscles and sending another wave of pleasure through her.
“Oh God, oh God…” She screamed and grabbed his shoulders, anchoring herself to the real world lest she fly away into infinity.
“Jesus,” he breathed, holding her as she shuddered and then eased into limpness.
She panted, struggling for breath, and he moved away, grunting as his cock slid from her body. She missed it. Missed that connection that had brought her such incredible delight.
He wrapped them both in his cloak and held her closely, their breathing settling back into more normal patterns. “’Twould seem we are both quite religious.” His voice was filled with amusement.
“What?”
“I believe we both renewed our faith at the same moment.”
“Oh good grief.” She burst out laughing. “You’re quite right, but it’s not the thing to mention it, I believe.”
He laughed too, and they lay together, strangely comfortable in their nakedness, enjoying the exhaustion and the satiety of their bodies.
Finally, she moved, reaching out an arm for her mug. “Ugh. My tea’s cold.”
Reid sat bold upright. “Tea. Damnation. Tea.” He slipped away from her and off the bed, reaching for his discarded clothing, and looking distraught. “I have to leave you. Forgive me. I almost forgot that I have to be at home for guests to tea.”
“What a shame.” She watched him. “They must be quite important guests?”
“I suppose.” He fought with one boot. “M’mother’s crony, Lady Southwick. Not my favorite person, but when one’s mother says be there, I’ve learned ‘tis easier to just be there rather than try and do anything else.”
“Lady Southwick. I believe I’ve heard that name. Let me see. She has a daughter, yes? Emma something? Emmeline? That’s it.”
He nodded, struggling into his jacket. “Yes her. Nice girl. Known her for years.”
“Of course. They’re your neighbours, I suppose.” She stretched. “And did I not hear a rumour that she was to be your Mistletoe Marchioness?”
Reid straightened. “It’s been discussed.” He found his gloves and turned to her. “But no decision has been finalized as yet.” His gaze met hers boldly. “And after today, I have even more reservations about confirming anything.”
“I’m flattered.” She let one bare leg rise beside the fur, knowing she was presenting a wanton image of sexual desire.
“By the way,” said Reid. “I forgot something.”
“I can’t imagine what,” she laughed.
“I forgot to ask your first name.”
She rose up on one arm, letting the fur drop to frame her breasts. “My name is Prudence.”
Reid gasped out a laugh, shook his head, and left.