Chapter Eleven #2
Several moments passed in pure pleasure that nearly saw her undone merely from him manipulating her breasts and nothing else.
How was that possible? “William, I want you.” Her admission was a breathless affair while she yanked at the knot of his cravat in the quest to touch more of his skin than she’d been able to.
“Excellent, for I am not nearly done with you.”
“What?” Her eyes fluttered open and she found his gaze, where desire darkened those green depths. “Meaning?”
“Just this.” With a cheeky grin, the earl turned her about on his lap. Putting his lips to the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Keep your responses quiet, for I don’t want to give my driver a free thrill or have him get off his rocks by my fiancée.”
Shivers shot up and down her spine from the possession in his tone. “Goodness.”
“You have no idea what I wish to do to you.” William caressed first the inside of one of her arms and then the other.
Tingles followed in his wake, for that light touch was unexpectedly erotic.
“Perhaps I should take you directly to bed once we arrive home. The doctor can go hang for all I care.” His breath skated over her cheek as he continued to brush his fingers up and down the insides of her arms.
How was it that such an innocent touch could make her want to jump out of her skin with need?
She could only nod as she concentrated on what he did to her, but then his words sank into her desire-drenched brain.
“I will protest, for I’d like to make certain you haven’t sustained injuries from that carriage.
” He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed the side of her neck, pressed baby-fine kisses to her temple, the underside of her jaw, her cheek, and with each one, the warmth he imparted grew until it seemed as if her blood had been replaced with nothing but lust and need for him.
The feeling of her back pressed tight against his chest was quite a different experience, and she rather enjoyed having his arms around her from this point of view.
“How is it meeting you, being forced into an engagement with you, has turned my life on its head?” he asked in a whisper, and at the same time he didn’t leave off with his exquisite torture in the form of merely glancing his fingertips over her skin.
“Perhaps it was fate.” Charlotte leaned her head onto his shoulder, for her bones threatened to dissolve under the heat that his ministrations brought.
“I wonder.” He kissed her nape. “But will my misfortune cause our engagement to know problems?”
“I can’t think of why it would.” She gasped when he cupped her breasts. “Perhaps this might prove the turning point in that luck.”
“There is that, and we shall see what happens.”
“You will see the engagement through, then?” The warmth and weight of his hands on her person brought both comfort and urgent anticipation. “I would rather like that.”
“I believe I will, but I won’t allow your father to dictate anything else.” He slid his lips along the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Do you have other questions?”
“Yes.” The words sent tingles up her spine, and when he squeezed her breasts, an involuntary moan left her throat.
Not knowing what to do with her hands, Charlotte placed them on top of his in an effort for him to extend his play.
The earl was nothing if not intuitive, for he rolled her taut nipples, gently tugging, and with each movement, the prowling, circling need inside her increased as it searched for a way out. “Will we truly marry?”
“I cannot say in this moment, but I will tell you that I am seriously thinking about that.” He licked the side of her neck. “In the event you are wondering, I have no plans to take a mistress, not when I’m completely satisfied with you regarding bed sport.”
Yet he wasn’t in any other way? “Well, I appreciate your honesty.” A gasp interrupted her words as she squirmed against him. “Please couple with me. I am in great need…”
“Not yet, I think. I adore when you are wanting.” William chuckled and the sound worked to further undo her.
He caressed and fondled, built her into a frenzy, and all the while Charlotte was adrift on a sea of pleasure and heated sensation.
As she trembled in his hold and his regard for her grew hard at her backside, he shifted slightly and slipped a hand down along her belly, drawing up the hem of her day dress and petticoat as he went.
She trembled, her heart beat out a frantic rhythm, and her breath caught. “Why not?”
“Because I want to do this.” The earl delved his wandering hand between her splayed thighs. “Merciful heavens,” was all she could manage, for a wealth of feelings broke over her like the tide the moment he strummed his fingers along her flesh.
“God, I love teasing you like this,” he crooned into her ear, and his fingers slipped through her feminine curls to find the center of her pleasure.
Charlotte couldn’t help but cry out. She squirmed, and every time he rubbed his fingertip over that swollen, sensitized button, her breath came in pants.
Needing something, anything, to hold onto, she lifted her right hand and secured it behind his nape, which brought him even closer to her.
“William,” his name came out on a whispered plea.
The intense longing within wouldn’t cease.
“Soon.” He merely smiled against her skin and kept on with his wicked play between her thighs as well as teased a breast with his free hand.
Horrible, wonderful pressure built, snaking and coiling like a serpent, growing in her lower belly with every rub, each pass of his fingers along that all-important bud.
Heat poured in until she was convinced that she no longer had blood in her veins; it had been replaced with molten lava-turned-need.
Then Charlotte caught her breath and every muscle seized.
With a poorly stifled cry, she essentially shattered in his arms. There was no other way to describe the acute sensations of both flying and breaking.
Mrs. Sherrington had been quite correct; the earl knew how to touch a woman to make her soul leave her body.
The release took the edge off the pressure, but a different sort of urge now filled her, as if there was something else waiting just out of reach.
“William!” Urgency propelled the whispered plea.
“I’m not done, sweeting.” And he inserted his forefinger into her drenched passage.
“Heavens!” She forgot to stifle that cry, for the intimate penetration bordered on the scandalous. “What…?”
Then, with a light bite to her earlobe, he slowly inserted his middle finger. Just as slowly, he withdrew those digits before plunging them back inside her body.
“Why are you doing this?” Not that she minded. The feel of having his fingers in her channel was both odd and exciting.
“It’s something you’ve not experienced yet, and since we are stuck in traffic, I thought this was the perfect time to finger-fuck you.”
Then there was no more talking, for he held her about the waist with one arm, keeping her secure against him, while with his other hand, he moved in and out of her body. Easily, she could imagine those fingers as his shaft, and that mental imagery added another layer of enhancement to the act.
Faster and faster, he moved, and while he did, the earl rubbed the pad of his thumb over the swollen button at her center.
As he plunged his fingers into her passage, he plucked and rolled one of her nipples.
Pleasure swamped her. It became the blood in her veins, the breath in her lungs, the bones in her limbs.
Another wave of pressure mounted, much more quickly than before.
She could hardly catch her breath as she strained for release, buried the fingers of one hand into his thigh.
Once that terrible building and coiling pressure broke, she was taken aback by the force of the feelings that swamped her.
As contractions rocked her core, she slapped her free hand over her mouth to stop as much as her scream as she could.
Finally, after flying heights she’d never experienced before, a soft sigh escaped her. Charlotte slumped into William’s hold, and he nibbled a heated path along the side of her neck. “Finish me, please. I want you inside my body.”
“Mmm, we shall see.”
Another rap on the ceiling broke the bubble they currently resided in. “Approaching destination, Your Lordship.”
All too soon, the carriage came to a halt outside the earl’s townhouse, and still the rain came down, but she was too far gone to worry about any of that.
Her body was charged, and longing circled through her belly like a voracious beast, and she fell a bit deeper down that slippery slope into something she suspected she’d be a silly widget for quite soon.