Chapter Thirteen #2
Was there anyone as dear as this man? “I will.” Suddenly, she made a decision, and reminding herself that she was a widow with some level of freedom in society, she took his hand with her free one. “In fact, come with me.”
“Why?” His sensual lips turned down in a frown. “Where are we going?”
Her heartbeat accelerated. “To my rooms. We only have a bit of time and can’t waste it.
” Feeling quite naughty and far too scandalous, Diana led him from the room then glanced at him from over her shoulder.
“I’ve missed being with you. Frankly, I won’t be satisfied until we’re both naked and in my bed.
” She was beyond caring if that made her sound desperate, but she was haunted by the conversation she’d just had with her cousin.
Finding release with the viscount would go a long way into consoling her.
“Who am I to argue with a beautiful lady?” Amusement threaded through his voice.
“You are a quick study, Holdcraft. That will serve you well.” Once in her rooms, she softly closed the corridor door and locked it then she did the same with the door to the adjoining dressing room. When she joined him again, she raked her gaze up and down his form. “Take your clothes off.”
Surprise jumped into his expression. His eyes rounded. “What?”
It was rather interesting to assume the power in this carnal session. “You heard me. Take off your clothes. I’ll do the same. I don’t want barriers or delays when I launch my seduction.”
“This forceful side of you is damned arousing,” he said as he reached for the folds of his cravat.
In silence, they both disrobed, and once she hadn’t a stitch of clothing on, Diana donned the strand of pearls, which she looped around her neck twice. She left the ribbon and the box on the top of her bureau.
“How do they look?” she asked in a low voice she hoped he found seductive.
Of course, she couldn’t help but admire his naked form and his erect member.
It was quite flattering to know that she could inspire him in that way even with her own body with its share of skin that slightly sagged with age, her breasts that weren’t as perky as they’d once been, and marks and scars on her body from childbirth and the simple act of living.
“As tempting as always,” he responded, though his gaze was very clearly on her breasts and the tightening nipples. A chuckle left him. “Ah, but you meant the pearls.” He came closer, touched a fingertip to one of the coils. “As gorgeous as the woman who wears them.”
“Such a charmer.” His words encased her in a cocoon of heat and safety. “But I don’t want conversation; I merely want you.” Maneuvering him over the floor, she then pushed him into a comfortable, brocade, wingback chair near the window and climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Is that acceptable?”
“It sure as hell is.” Seconds later, he slipped a hand around her nape, drew her to him, and kissed her with intent and a certain hardness whose sole purpose was to stake his claim and show his possessiveness.
Though she didn’t mind that statement, she wished to make one of her own.
Moving into a more comfortable position on his lap with his thick shaft rubbing the curve of her arse, Diana took command of the embrace.
It was her who chased his tongue and her who thrust and parried with it first until he was fully engaged.
When she flicked a fingernail over one of his erect nipples and he sucked in a breath, she grinned and didn’t let up with her torture.
“Turnabout is fair play,” Nathaniel whispered against her lips right before he dragged his lips down the side of her neck.
“Do your worst, Holdcraft.” Oh, this man’s attentions revitalized her, reminded her that she wasn’t too old nor that her usefulness was over in a society that told her in many ways each day that she was.
“Or rather my best.” His hands were on her breasts, holding them, mashing them together, squeezing them in a dizzying array of movements designed to build excitement and anticipation.
When he rolled her nipples, gently plucked and pinched them to prolong a cycle of pain and pleasure, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her.
Moments later, hands and fingers were everywhere, chased by lips and tongues on heated skin and sensitive body parts. She was in danger of being lost in him, but then, his body was quite delicious, and it couldn’t be helped.
The more she explored and kissed him, the greater the molten need within built.
When she couldn’t bear the terrible pressure stacking low in her belly a second longer, Diana rose onto her knees.
She took his thick, hot length in her hand and guided the head of his member to her opening.
As she held his gaze, ran the risk of tumbling into those mossy depths, she slowly impaled herself onto his hard shaft.
That moment of initial penetration was so lovely that she shivered with the sheer joy of it then lifted off him.
With questions in his eyes, he gripped her hips while she rested her hands on his shoulders, then with a nod, he flexed his hips and thrust upward at the same time she crashed down onto him again. The resulting crash left them both gasping.
There was no need for words; they both knew what they wanted from each other.
Each time he thrust upward, she met those strokes by bobbing down.
Easily, they found a rhythm, but penetration went deep, so impossibly deep in this position.
Almost immediately, urgency guided her movements.
As she slipped more frantically along his shaft, the need for release grew and expanded within her.
Concentration lay etched over his face as he fought with his own needs and against the want to spend.
Yet it was only a matter of time before they both broke.
Diana gyrated her hips, guided by his hold on her, worked herself back and forth over his thrusting shaft.
The dam within splintered apart before she was ready.
The swirling vortex of bliss rushed up to engulf her into its pull.
Contractions racked her body. A soft cry left her throat, but the viscount quickly claimed her lips, taking the sound into himself.
After another hard push, he followed her into pleasure, but she ground her pelvis against his in an effort to prolong all those lovely sensations.
Eventually, their bodies ceased to move together.
She collapsed into his chest. Nathaniel wrapped his arms around her.
The ragged sound of their breathing echoed in the silence.
The tactile feel of him, the way the coarse hair on his chest bedeviled her overly sensitive nipples sent tiny shivers of residual delight down her spine.
The way his shaft still twitched as it stayed embedded in her body reminded her of the trust she had in him by sharing the greatest intimacy she’d just shared with him.
Never would she grow used to this act and how with Nathaniel, she was free to be herself, free of judgment or properness, and she could chase pleasure however she wanted.
Remaining in his hold as they both came back to Earth was such a precious boon and one she never had with Atterbury. She might enjoy it as much as the sex act, and that was enough to boggle her mind. Eventually, Diana stirred against him.
With a lingering kiss to his lips, she pulled slightly away. “My daughter will be home soon. You must go.” Though, it would have been quite a lovely afternoon if he could stay and spend time with her involved in mundane domestic tasks.
“Damn, this interlude went by far too quickly.” But he nodded and brushed his lips over hers.
“Thank you for this afternoon. I can’t remember when I last enjoyed myself this much.
” A twinkle set up in his eyes that made her want to toss him to the bed and have at him all over again.
“Also, you are gorgeous in the pearls, but then, I thought that before you donned them.”
“Do stop. Such gammon.” But heat filled her cheeks all the same.
“The truth.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips before helping her off his lap. “When can I see you again?” A few moments went by while he gathered his clothing from the floor. “I rather think I’m becoming addicted to you.”
“Oh!” Her heart trembled. “Perhaps tomorrow afternoon?”
The viscount yanked his lawn shirt over his head. As he thrust his arms into the sleeves and tugged the garment down over his chest, he asked, “Here?”
“Yes.” Diana donned her abandoned chemise. “If the day is fine, perhaps we can go driving.”
“Then let us hope fate conspires in our favor.” When he winked, her heartbeat accelerated. “And wear the pearls. They’ve given me ideas.”
Too much more of that, and she wouldn’t be able to survive him, but she smiled.
After he left, she donned a lace-edged wrap then collapsed on her bed. “What am I going to do now?” Somehow, she’d fallen in love with him, yet in her heart of hearts, she knew she’d have to break his, because she simply wasn’t what he needed.