Chapter 3 #4
She began kneading his thigh, gloried in the flexing of his long, unyielding muscles as she followed the path where she’d known this ride would lead, straight to his cock.
Joshua groaned into their kiss as she traced the long, hard length of him.
Strong and powerful, it strained under her touch, growing harder with each loving stroke of her hand and tempting her with everything she had coveted for years.
She pulled away from his kiss, startling him. Scaring him. His gaze searched hers for something like reproach for his bold impassioned kiss, and then he looked to where the horse had taken them. He still held the reins in one hand, but neither of them had been cognizant of their path.
The two of them were breathing hard, the distance between them nearly unbearable.
Joshua immediately filled the silence as he stared forward.
“I apologize. I should not have taken advantage of your person when you were vulnerable. I should have never lost control and taken such little care with your well-being.”
She laughed. “If you will notice, Mr. Forrester, there are no cliffs in this particular region. The topography is treeless and rather flat.”
“On the contrary, the scenery is full of tempting hills and valleys.” His eyes roamed her form, hidden from his view by her redingote. But Joshua’s muscular build was displayed magnificently with his great coat open, exposing his trousers to the elements and her view.
He truly was a masterpiece of masculinity.
“I won’t apologize for what I’m about to do, despite the vulnerable position you are in,” she said.
His eyes grew wide as she slipped to her knees in front of him.
She watched as he surveyed the area for anyone who might be looking, but she knew there was no one there.
She’d lived here for nearly nine months.
Not a soul traveled to and from the castle from this direction.
They were in the wilds of Scotland, where most Londoners would never be caught, and where the Scottish people had carved out their own little piece of paradise centuries ago.
This afternoon, on Nithesdale land, they would experience their own winter paradise.
Carriages could not travel where they went, and sleighs were held only by the grand estates.
The closest one to Caerlaverock was owned by the Earl of Astley, who had been traveling abroad for several months.
No one would travel to Caerlaverock. Except Joshua, and he had come for her.
“Phoebe, what are you doing?”
“Fulfilling my list.”
“This seems like it should be my list.”
She raised her wrist to her mouth and slowly worked one button, then two at the top of her glove as she loosened them with her teeth.
The intensity of his expression was everything she’d ever wanted.
When the buttons were free of their mooring, she pulled one finger off at a time, nipping the tips of her glove with her teeth as she went.
She tossed the glove onto the seat next to him and began to repeat the process with her second glove, but added a bit of temptation as she swirled her tongue around the buttons, enjoying where his thoughts strayed as she teased him with what she was about to do.
“You are captivating on an average day, but today, you could provoke a saint into being wicked.”
“Am I corrupting a saint?”
“Hardly, but I will admit that I have never been so thoroughly enticed.”
She tossed the second glove to the seat and he gazed into her eyes, not looking at her hands as she glided them up his thighs to the top button of his falls.
She bypassed where they both wanted her to touch and made her way to his waistband, enjoying the muscle and sinew along the way.
With each fastener she loosened, his cock grew harder, thicker, longer.
It was magnificent and she had yet to see it in all its glory.
Each button was a revelation in his desire and hers.
She wanted to bring this man pleasure like no other.
The rise and fall of his chest grew faster, in tandem with the clop of the horse’s hooves in the snow, and when she had finished unbuttoning his trousers, he couldn’t resist any longer.
He stared at her hands in avid fascination.
It was all the permission she needed to watch the unveiling of his manhood as it strained against his drawers, and when it sprung loose from its cotton sheath, she nearly gasped at its allure.
Never before had a man’s cock held such appeal.
He was indescribably beautiful in his masculinity, and an ache began to build in her core as she wrapped her hand around his girth.
Silken steel glided through her grip as her hand traveled the length of him from base to tip. When he let out a long, hard breath, her control vanished. She leaned in and took him in her mouth, savoring the taste and feel of him on her tongue as he groaned in pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped.
“Not yet, this is just a prelude of what is to come,” she told him and went back to fulfilling item number two on her list as she licked and nibbled and sucked every inch of his exposed flesh, including two very tight balls that did not qualify for snow at all.