Chapter 13 #3
He finished, and the crimson taffeta shimmered as it puddled around her feet.
He turned her, snapped open the front of her corset, unstrapped the metal bustle, and tossed them both in a corner.
She was left in her combination and stockings, for as he picked her up she kicked off her slippers.
Reverently, he set her on the edge of the bed and knelt at her feet.
Mark unhooked her garters and rolled the stockings down her legs, following them with kisses and licks and nips that left her shaking with need.
He gave her a crooked smile. “I want you naked, but it’s too much trouble to climb up there and pull your combination off when I’m already so close to what you want.”
Ellen’s belly flipped. They’d never done this before. She hadn’t even known it was an option back when she was nineteen. They’d both grown and learned so much, and she was eager to try what so many other women had said was a rare treat. And Mark, thankfully, was the type of man to oblige.
Mark set his hands on her knees and pulled them apart. Even with her combination still on, there was a wide slit in her seam, and cool air hit her vulva as the garment gaped open. He’d never had his face down there before, never had such a clear look at her. She bit her lip in apprehension.
“Why didn’t we do this earlier?” Mark groaned and kissed her inner thigh through the thin cotton combination.
“Because,” Ellen began, but lost her train of thought as he pressed soft kisses higher and higher until he was right there, and then she felt his fingers stroke her gently, as if coaxing a bud to bloom.
Ellen sighed in such rapturous delight it caused Mark to chuckle.
“I’ve barely started, my love.” He slipped a finger inside her, and it felt like he’d slipped a finger in her soul.
Mark petted and teased, sliding through her wetness, until he found a come hither motion that made her mewl.
All the while his breath was hot against the juncture of her thighs.
And then he put his mouth on her, and at first the heat made her squirm at the unfamiliar touch, then he flicked his tongue against the tight bundle of nerves at the top, the what’s that called again?
she wondered, the—the—the cl—but he was too skilled a lover to let her ponder medical terminology, and he tortured her so pleasantly by using hands and lips and tongue all at once.
His other hand tangled itself in her dark curls, stroking and petting in mimicry of what happened below.
Ellen gritted her teeth at the onslaught of pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, notching her ankles together. “You’re so good at this.”
He didn’t pause in his ministrations, but reached his other hand from her mound to pat her belly in acknowledgement.
She spent herself hard and fast, the crest of her pleasure overtaking her before she was aware she was even close.
It left her gasping for breath, and Mark kissed his way back down her thighs as she recovered.
Ellen threw herself back on the bed, fighting to breathe, and searched for his hand.
She threaded her fingers in his and tugged him up to lie beside her.
They lay side by side for a moment, staring at the ceiling with their fingers interlaced, until Mark raised himself up on an elbow and leaned over her.
He pulled one lace strap of her combination down and bared one breast. A sound rumbled deep in his chest, and he leaned over to nuzzle the underside of her breast. “Just as perfect as I remembered. Your nipples are the palest pink, a rosebud before blooming.”
Ellen tugged on his hair, pulling him back an inch. “I’m exhausted. I didn’t expect you to wear me out like that.”
Mark smirked. “We should do this more often.”
“We should.” Ellen felt like a cat stretching in sunlight, relaxed and content.
He leaned back down to capture a nipple in his mouth, but she tugged his head upward to give him a kiss instead.
“I just want to sleep.” Ellen wasn’t used to keeping society’s late hours, and neither was Mark, judging by his sleepy smile or the frequency and length of his blinking.
He tenderly kissed the tip of her nose. “I thought you wanted me to bite your breasts.”
“You can bite them tomorrow.” She rearranged herself, planting her head on her pillow, and beckoned him near her.
Mark looked suddenly uncertain and shy, but wordlessly lay beside her again, taking the second pillow. He leaned over and kissed her breastbone, between her breasts. Above her heart. Just like they used to, they rolled to their side. Mark spooned behind her, draping one arm over her hip.
“Oh!” Ellen half-raised her head off her pillow. Curse it, I’m turning into a selfish lover. “Can I, er, reciprocate?”
“Hmm?” Mark’s breath was hot against the nape of her neck.
Words were too much as sleep fell over her, so she reached behind her to stroke Mark to an erection. Mark leaned back, away from her, while placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. “Not tonight. This was about you. Just enjoy it and sleep.”
“Next time, wear your spectacles,” Ellen managed to say before falling asleep.