Chapter Fourteen #2
“Or you’ve opened a new world for me, one which was stolen from me by my husband’s negligence.” She wrapped her hand about his stiffening length, but it was her words that made him so randy. “For that, I can never repay you.”
“There is no need, of course. I’m merely happy that you are.” The realization struck him like a blow. At the core of what was between them, he just wanted to see her happy.
“Yes, well, let’s hope I can do this with some confidence. Performing fellatio is quite new for me.” On a first, unsure stroke, she frowned. “I adore how hard you are, how large you grow.” Then she held him more firmly and drew her curled fingers up and down his shaft.
Bloody hell. He sucked in a sharp breath, for her fumbling strokes and caresses had awareness and need shivering along his spine faster than the touch of an experienced courtesan.
“Let me help you start.” Gently, so she wouldn’t think he tried to take control, he settled his hand over hers, showed her how to hold his length to maximum advantage.
“Go slowly at first, else everything will end in a mess and embarrassment.”
After a few minutes of experimentation, a faint smile curved her lips.
“So fascinating. I can’t wait to taste you.
” Soon she was stroking his flesh as if she’d been doing it all her life.
Up and down her fingers went. Combined with a few gentle squeezes and the sensation of her nails against that sensitive flesh, strong reaction careened through his member.
And with every pass, he hardened further. Need tingled in his stones, but just when he suggested she stop, the cheeky woman cupped his testicles in her other hand, squeezed them with a firm insistence that had his eyes ready to cross.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked as she glanced up at him with shining eyes in the shadows.
“Yes, but perhaps we should stop here.”
“Mmm, where is the scandal in that?” One of her light-brown eyebrows rose in challenge, then with a husky chuckle, she leaned forward and closed her rosy lips around the head of his shaft.
Shit, shit, shit!
Cornelius’s whole body jerked as if it had come awake with a shock.
She giggled, and the vibrations buzzed around his length, enhancing the exquisite torture she’d already given him.
While holding his stones in her hand, Penny moved closer to him and slowly she took his member into her mouth as far as he could go until his tip hit the back of her throat.
Then, she swallowed, and the contracting muscles gently squeezed his prick. He nearly shot his wad right there, but he bore down on the urge and gritted his teeth.
“Penny…”
She drew off his shaft with a slight pop.
“I could rather grow to adore pleasuring you like this.” At least she released his stones, and he knew a moment’s relief, but it was short-lived, for she slipped that hand around the back of his thigh and took him once more into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Perhaps he’d already died and gone to heaven, for there were no words he could summon. In seconds, he was lost in the wonder that was his not-so-innocent but far-too-wicked lover as she proceeded to suck him off.
It took her a few seconds to find a rhythm, but once she did, he was surely consigned to death.
As he remained helpless in her hold, she worked him over with both her hand and her mouth.
When she swirled her tongue beneath the head of his shaft, how she added shivering sensation by scraping her nails along the side of his shaft, the strength nearly left his legs.
How damned fortunate am I to have found her in the bookshop?
Then his mind began to shatter. With a groan, he buried his hands in her soft hair, tangled his fingers in those tresses and because he needed to, Cornelius thrust gently into her mouth.
For one fleeting moment, she paused. Confusion flashed in her eyes, but then she accepted the new addition, and her fingers delved tighter into the flesh of his thigh.
The faster and deeper he thrust, the more frantic and harder she worked him over, and the sight of her blonde head with his grandmother’s combs bobbing on his shaft was enough to hurtle him over the point of no return.
Warning tingled through his stones. His muscles bunched and stiffened.
At the last second, just before his release jetted out of him, he pulled out of Penny’s mouth.
The stream of come splattered against the back of a leather sofa.
While she watched with rounded eyes, he took himself in hand to finish the job, and with a groan, he sagged and rested a shoulder to the nearest bookshelf.
“Damn, that was good.”
She frowned. “Why did you not let me swallow?”
“You are not my whore, Penelope, and neither is this the time or place for such things.” When she would have protested, he shook his head and stuffed his flagging shaft back into this evening breeches.
“If that is something you’d like to experience, we’ll do it again in private.
” Quickly, he did up the buttons of his frontfalls.
“It’s no one else’s business but our own.
” And he wanted such a thing to be special, sacred, if it could even be called that.
“I’m afraid I didn’t explain myself well.
” Seconds later, he took his handkerchief out and gave the back of the sofa a bit of a wipe down, so it wasn’t so obvious what had occurred.
Standing, she brushed a piece of lint from her skirts. “You are a dear, dear man,” she said in a whisper, closed the distance between them, and then drew his head down for a gentle, lingering kiss. “No wonder the female population of London vies for your favor.”
“I am not spending Valentine’s night with them, am I?
” Though he kissed her, what he truly wanted was to spirit her away from this house, take her home, and spend the rest of the night showing her what he was too cowardly to say.
Then he maneuvered her over the floor until her back hit the bookshelf behind her. “Let me return the favor for you.”
A gasp escaped her. “Do you mean to put your mouth on me?”
“Yes.”
“But you already did that in the bookshop a few days ago. Wasn’t that enough for you?”
How adorable was she? A queer little flutter moved through his mouth.
“It is never enough when a banquet is presented to a starving man, and you are the sweetest delicacy I have tasted.” So saying, he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Gather your skirts and hook one of your knees over my shoulder.”
The look she bestowed upon him as she followed instructions had the power to turn his blood molten. “I always thought you represented adventure whenever I thought of you so far away from England, and I was right. I can barely catch my breath around you.”
“Good.” He rather liked that metaphor. When she was completely open for him, he spent the next several moments strumming his fingers along her folds slick with arousal, and when he brought that all-important bundle of nerves out of hiding at her center, she gasped again.
Trembles went through her thighs and transferred to him, prompting a grin.
“It’s flattering to know you want me so much. ”
“Do shut up, Major, and make me fly.” The waspish tone betrayed just how frustrated she was from the delay.
“As my lady wishes.” Then he set to work suckling that slippery bud while caressing his fingers along her flesh, using a finger to flirt in and out of her passage.
The sounds of pleasure and encouragement she made spurred him onward. One of her hands went into his hair, urging him closer to her body. When he found a rhythm and used some creativity in his pleasuring, she moved her hips to better receive the thrusts from his tongue and fingers.
“Oh…” Her breathing came in fast pants each time he rubbed his tongue frantically and insistently over her nubbin; her head lolled onto her shoulder as one of her hands wandered beneath her bodice to fondle a nipple.
Damn, but that was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. His shaft stirred with interest again, and he worked all the faster to send her over the edge.
“Cornelius, dear heavens, almost…. Almost!” A shiver racked her body, and just when he anticipated watching her go over the edge, the door to the library slammed open hard enough that it bounced off the wall.
“Penelope Anne, for shame!” The utterance came from Birchfield, and when the earl came further into the room, she gasped and immediately removed herself from Cornelius’s person.
“Major Montgomery, what the hell are you doing to my sister?” The thunderous inquiry echoed off the walls and bookshelves.
“Well, fuck,” he murmured and then slowly climbed to his feet.
Before he turned around, Cornelius retrieved his handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and then wiped his face.
As he faced the earl, his confidence wavered, for he was also presented with the dowager countess as well as Viscount Middleton, each wearing various degrees of shock in their expressions.
With a quick glance at Penny, who had tears in her eyes, knots pulled in his belly for putting her into this position.
Deliberately, he moved in front of her, blocking her from their judgment.
Tucking his hands behind his back, he waved the handkerchief, and nodded when she took it from him.
“Damn, Birchfield, you could have at least waited thirty seconds for the lady to finish.”
“I came to retrieve my sister,” the earl explained with a reddened face. “When she left the drawing room, I suspected she’d retreat to the library since she has an affinity for books. I had no idea you’d be here defiling her.”
The dowager spoke next. She clutched a hand to her chest. “That I would live long enough to see my daughter behaving like a common trollop,” she managed in a choked whisper.