FORTY-SEVEN #2
Calum’s gaze dropped to her lips, his eyes darkening.
The sight made her flush with anticipation.
He extricated a hand, cupping her face, his thumb sliding towards her mouth and tracing the edge of her lip.
She dug her fingers into the soft tweed of his waistcoat as she pulled herself up to meet him.
His lips were gentle on hers, hesitant at first, then more urgent as she opened her mouth, his tongue delving inside.
Heat flooded her, a shaking gasp escaping her as his lips trailed a line of fire down her throat, his hands tangling in her hair.
Aly moulded herself to him, wrapping a leg around his and pulling him close.
His hardened cock pressed against her belly, and his groan vibrated against her shoulder, sending shivers through her.
She wanted to feel him, all of him, against and around and inside of her, to let the sensation of his touch blot out all thought, all fear. Pushing his coat off his shoulders, she flung it aside, reaching for the buttons on his waistcoat.
Calum’s hands closed over hers, his voice strained as he said, “We don’t have to rush.”
Aly tilted her head back to look at him. His pupils were wide, the sky-grey irises a thin stormy ring around them, and his lips were swollen and red from kissing. She’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life. “Maybe I’m just impatient.”
He smiled, and the sight warmed Aly to the bone. “Upstairs, then?” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, barely visible above his cravat and collar. Aly stood on her tiptoes, dragging her tongue up his throat and jaw and feeling him shudder against her as she reached his ear. “Upstairs. Now.”
Their progress up the stairs was slow, punctuated by kisses and caresses.
They tumbled into Calum’s bedroom, hands entwined, and Aly pulled Calum to her and kissed him as the fire blazed to life in the hearth.
They kicked off boots, tugged off stockings, divesting themselves of their clothes piece by piece.
When Calum stood in nothing but his shirt and Aly in her shift and stays, he laced his fingers through her hair, sliding it back from her face, and kissed her tenderly.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her lips.
Aly pulled back, raising her eyebrows at him. “I’d have thought that was obvious.”
Calum let out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through Aly’s bones.
“I meant more specifically. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.
” His fingers slid from her hair, his touch featherlight as they whispered over her collarbone and down to hover over the swell of her breasts above her stays. “Can I touch you here?”
Aly’s mouth was dry, her nerves singing with anticipation. “Yes.”
His fingertips were soft as they slid over her skin. She arched into his touch, her nipples hardening against her stays. She turned so her back was to him, pulling her plait over her shoulder. “Can you help me with these?”
He stepped forwards, his erection bumping against her lower back as he tugged at the cords of her stays, pausing to slide his hands over her breasts and press kisses to her shoulders.
Aly turned and kissed him when the stays were off, the firm muscle of his chest pressing against her breasts.
He reached for the hem of her shift then paused, drawing back to look at her.
Her cheeks flushed and she ducked her chin, suddenly self-conscious, afraid he’d change his mind at the sight of her scars.
But it would be worse to take him to bed with her shift on.
She gave a single nod, her throat too tense for speech, and he pulled the linen over her head and dropped it to the floor, stepping back to look at her.
His eyes raked over her, his jaw slackening.
Aly’s skin tingled under his scrutiny. He reached for her, taking one of her arms and tracing his lips across a scar.
Pleasure sparked through her blood, her eyes drifting closed under his touch.
She slid her hands down his flanks, her fingertips tracing over the muscles of his torso and the curve of his arse, peeling his shirt off him so they both stood naked before the fireplace.
His cock stood out towards her, and his eyelids fluttered shut as she wrapped her fingers around it, sliding down the length and back to the tip.
There was a constellation of scars on his shoulder and she pressed her lips to them, desire flaring through her as he let out a groan. “Bed?” she murmured.
“Bed,” he grunted, scooping her up and carrying her across the room, laying her delicately on the bed and bracing himself over her.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, his tongue tracing down her throat.
Aly threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes,” she sighed.
His tongue slid further down, flicking across a nipple.
Pleasure erupted through her, her grasp tightening on his hair as her breathing became ragged.
Her every nerve was alight, taut with anticipation as his fingertips and lips traced over her torso.
She urged him on whenever he paused and let out a sob of relief as his hand slid between her legs and his fingers delved into her.
Within moments she was arching off the mattress, stars exploding in her vision, her fingertips digging into his shoulder as she clutched him to her, and then she was falling, falling over the edge.
She propped herself on her elbows as she came down from the high, her skin heating at the sight of his swollen lips and hooded eyes. She shifted her legs to let him manoeuvre between them, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss and reaching between them to guide him into her.
He moved slowly, so slowly she felt she would explode from the tension, his expression filled with such tenderness and affection that it made her heart ache.
As his thrusts quickened she lifted her hips to meet him, pleasure sparking through her veins.
She buried her face in his shoulder as she came, clutching him to her, and felt him shudder and spend inside her.
Afterwards, they lay together, Calum’s fingertips gliding over Aly’s upper arm as she nuzzled into him, and though they spoke of Grant and transportation, of unjust laws and corrupt police, she felt safe and content in his embrace.