Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gooseflesh covered Franny from the top of her head to the tips of her toes—one wearing a slipper, the other bare. Heat incinerated her body, and every time Edward whispered in her ear, she ached with need.
A second ago, he’d stood on her right side, gently combing his fingers through her hair.
Now he was on her left, doing who knew what, because she couldn’t see him.
However, she suspected he was thinking up ways to torture her for being difficult.
Oh, she deserved his wrath, all right. She’d been an unholy imp.
But she couldn’t help herself. Being chased exhilarated her, and Edward’s growl was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
Lord protect him, because she’d do almost anything to garner that sensual sound.
If it weren’t so sinful to pray for such things, she would implore God for Edward’s torture to include touches, licks, and kisses.
She purred.
“What’s wrong, Franny?” Edward asked in that voice that made her inner thighs dewy.
Words failed her, so she shook her head. Lucky for her, he growled at her nonverbal response.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
With her life. “Yes.”
Suddenly, he was so close that his breath tickled her forehead, as though he surrounded her. His finger dipped into the front of her chemise, and he ran the pad of his index finger over her nipple.
She threw her head back and moaned.
Growling, he skimmed his fingertip over her other nipple, and a bolt of awareness shot to her core. His hands, strong and sure, reached into her bodice, cupped her breasts, and freed them from her chemise.
“They are beautiful,” Edward said.
If her arms weren’t bound against her sides, she would grab the back of his head and pull his face to her “beautiful” breasts.
Her internal pleas worked because his tongue laved one nipple, then the other. He settled in, kissing and sucking. The desire to cradle his head was so strong that she fought to free herself from the ropes.
“Franny, darling, behave,” Edward cajoled.
She desperately wanted to please him, so she stopped wriggling and simply felt.
Robbed of both her sight and her ability to use her hands, her sensitivity increased exponentially.
Every brush of his skin, every guttural sound he made, every time his breath blew across her, her nerves were set on fire.
And then he was gone.
He couldn’t leave her! He wouldn’t leave her! He must still be there, watching. “Edward?” she called into her dark world.
“Franny.” Gentleness replaced his gravelly voice. “I’m here, worshipping at your feet.”
It was a good thing that she was seated, because her bones and muscles turned to pudding.
He removed her lone shoe, and his fingers danced over her ankles. Her skirt inched higher as he caressed his way to her inner thighs. She held her breath, willing him higher.
He drew lazy figure eights that morphed into tiny circles. They spiraled inward, until he was so close to her cunny that if she shifted, even a fraction, his fingers would contact her folds.
“I like it when you touch me,” she confessed.
Edward chuckled. “Perfect, because I love to touch you.” His finger glided inside her cunny.
She slid her hips as far forward as her restraints allowed.
Edward chuckled. Let him. She didn’t care what he did as long as he worked his fingers deeper.
He added a second finger, and she moaned her appreciation. First, he pumped in and out of her. Then he curled his fingers in a come-hither movement, driving her into a frenzy. Desperate for more, she ground her pelvis against his hand.
“Franny?” His face must be close to her arousal because his breath blew over her cunny curls. “I’m going to untie you.”
He reached around behind her. His chest brushed her cheek. It was too tempting not to, so she licked where she thought his nipple might be. Hallelujah! She caught the tiny bud in her mouth and nibbled.
He hissed.
She would have continued to experiment with male nipple sucking, but the tension on the rope gave, and he stepped back to unwind her. A second after the rope hit the ground with a thump, he lifted her onto her feet.
Intending to remove her blindfold, she reached for it.
“No, Franny. Leave it on.”
She dropped her hands to her side.
“If you want me to stop—”
“Don’t stop.” Whatever game this was, she desired to play until the end.
Grabbing her wrists, he placed her hands on solid wood and then guided her hips backward, until she was bent forward at the waist. He dragged the hem of her skirt upward until a breeze kissed her backside.
Egad. He must be looking at her bare arse. He cupped her cheeks in his warm palms and squeezed. Who would have guessed that arse-squeezing was almost as pleasurable as breast suckling and cunny licking?
“Brace yourself,” he cooed next to her ear.
At some point, he must have removed his trousers because his bare hips pressed up against her buttocks. Was he about to tup her from behind as she bent over her desk? She was hopelessly wanton because the prospect of such debauchery increased the already overwhelming ache consuming her.
He guided his tip to her entrance. Oh, yes! Rutting over her desk was exactly what they were about to do.
She was so wet that he easily slid inside her. Her walls welcomed him, squeezing their greeting and pulling him deeper.
“Oh, Edward,” she said, between her breathy pants.
“Darling,” he whispered. His fingers dug into her waist as he slid halfway out and pushed back in. He settled his lips on her ear and nipped. “Tell me you love my cock inside you.”
“I love your cock inside me,” she said between her pants. The truth was, she didn’t just love his cock, she was falling in love with him.
He rammed into her so hard that her elbows buckled and the desk shuddered from the impact. If they broke her desk, what would she tell Papa and Josie?
He thrust again. Earth-shattering pleasure bolted through her as the desk creaked beneath them. If her furniture became a casualty, so be it. Who needed a desk anyway?
“Harder,” she begged as she crashed her buttocks into his hips, over and over again.
His cock grew more rigid with each thrust. Her legs wobbled, threatening to topple her onto her face. The tickling in her core traveled outward and then whirled inward until it formed a tight little ball. Tighter, and tighter, the swirling tornado spiraled until she was certain she would explode.
Edward slammed into her one last time. “Fuck, Franny!” He pulled out of her at the same time she soared from her body.
Pleasure pulsed through Franny as light beams burst behind her eyelids. She collapsed onto the desk. Although the old furniture creaked in protest, it absorbed her weight. Thank goodness, because her muscles had stopped working.
Edward rested his torso on her back and tenderly kissed her shoulder blade. They lay like this for a long while, steadying their breathing.
Eventually, Edward lifted himself off her. She stayed right where she was, still too dazed to move.
“Are you well?” he asked as he helped her to sit up.
She nodded. “Exceedingly.”
He sat beside her, his long legs reaching the floor. Her feet dangled. While she’d been senseless with euphoria, he’d reclaimed his trousers.
“Sorry about your dress,” he said.
“My dress? Why?”
He wrinkled his nose. “I’m afraid I made a muck on the back of it?”
She giggled. “It is covered in sweat, too, so I shall wash it.” She ran her hand over his lean abdomen, humming her appreciation.
“I needed that.” He kissed her forehead. “I have been having improper fantasies about you since you bounded back into my life.”
“Same.”
His brow lifted. “You have been having improper fantasies about me? I thought you hated me.”
She shook her head. Perhaps she was still intoxicated from bliss because the words cascaded past her lips. “I don’t think I ever hated you. I just get so discombobulated in your presence. Edward, the truth is, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Egad! She needed to cut out her stupid tongue. Cheeks on fire, she stared at her swinging feet.
Edward cradled her chin and gently raised her face until they looked into each other’s eyes. His irises were a warm chocolate brown and sparkling. “Thank God, because I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, Frances Valentine.”
Happiness bubbling, Franny pressed her smiling lips to his.