An Improper Proposition: An Improper Liaisons Novella

by Amy Rose Bennett

  “And what a beautiful back it is.” Unable to resist the sight of her perfect flesh, Blake lowered his head and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her nape, then slid his tongue down her spine. “Delicious.”

  He was rewarded with a shiver and a moan. “You’re a devil, Blake,” chided Bianca, playfully. “Unlace me and you can do more than admire my back.”

  A devil. Really? Holding her bare shoulders, Blake nipped and suckled her earlobe, making her quiver even more. “Your wish is my command,” he murmured against her ear. Just wait until she saw how truly wicked he could be.

  He released her slender arms from the gown, and the russet silk fell with a delicate rustle to the floor. After making short work of her muslin petticoats, he then helped her to step free of the sizeable puddle of fabric around her ankles. The laces at the back of her stays proved to be a considerable challenge to his patience. Biting back a string of curses, he eventually managed to loosen the fiendishly tight ties until the cruelly constrictive garment also fell away from her body.

  Holy hell. Blake stepped back a pace, his mouth dry, his heart slamming against his chest as hot, unbridled lust raced through him. The siren of his dreams was not far from being gloriously stark-naked. And her chemise, drawers and stockings were so thin, she may very well have been wearing nothing—the firelight rendered the fine lawn all but transparent, revealing his mistress’s tiny waist, a peach-like derriere and long slender legs. He’d never seen anything more erotic in his entire life. Unable to resist the urge to touch her, he reached forward and circled Bianca’s torso with his hands, then gently pulled her back against him. The feel of her firm, rounded arse against his groin made his cock thicken even more. Made his balls tighten unbearably.

  Christ, at this rate, he would come in his breeches.

  “Blake,” she moaned, and witch that she was, she rubbed herself against him so his cock slid between the cleft of her buttock cheeks. Her hands slid up her ribs, and from her posture, he could tell that she was palming her own breasts. “I want you to…”

  “Yes?” he rasped, willing himself to keep his hips still so he didn’t grind against her and come almost immediately. He’d do bloody anything she asked.

  He barely heard her roughly whispered plea. “Tease my breasts.”

  “Gladly.” Blake turned her and as he did so, Bianca lifted her chemise and pulled it clean off. And his breath lodged in his throat. Her breasts were perfect, more perfect than he’d ever dared to imagine—full creamy globes with delectable raspberry-red nipples jutted proudly toward him, just begging to be suckled.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he groaned and squeezed his cock through his breeches, trying to stave off an imminent ejaculation. He could feel a damp patch forming on the silk placket; like an untried adolescent, his seed was already leaking out.

  Bianca’s gaze dropped to his clenched hand and her mouth kicked into a smile. “Perhaps your need is greater than mine, Blake,” she murmured huskily. She placed her hand over his. “Would you like me to stroke—”

  “Later.” Blake gently pushed Bianca onto the nearby settee so she was half-sitting, half-sprawling on the burgundy damask cushions. “I want to please you first, my lady.”

  When his mouth covered one peaked, succulent nipple, she groaned and arched toward him. God, how sweet did she taste? Whilst he plumped the soft mound with one hand and worked her nipple with lips and tongue and teeth, he plucked and rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, until Bianca was writhing and panting and clutching frantically at his bare shoulders. Her hips rocked and her thighs parted, and he was suddenly aware of the overwhelming musky scent of her arousal. He suddenly couldn’t wait to taste her there.

  “Is it enough, my sweet Bianca?” he rasped between licks and sucks at her other breast. “Am I pleasuring you the way you want to be pleasured?”

  “Yes…I mean…no. I mean…” she grasped one of his hands and pushed it toward her drawers. “Here, Blake…I need you here.”

  He skimmed his hand over the gossamer-thin lawn covering her pussy, deliberately taunting her—a whimper spilled from her throat. “Where, bella? Your belly?” He kissed the flat smooth skin just above the waistband of her drawers. “Your hip?” He dropped an open-mouthed kiss on the outline of her slender hip bone and she jerked and quivered.

  “No…You know where.” She grasped his wrist with tightly gripping, desperate fingers and pushed him toward her mons again.

  “Your gorgeous thighs?” He chuckled and spread her legs wider before placing a trail of kisses along the fabric covering her inner leg, moving steadily closer to the place she really wanted him to be. He tugged the ribbon at her waist loose and dipped his tongue into her navel. “Or here? Tell me.”

  She shot him an exasperated look from narrowed eyes. Her breath came in short pants when she spoke. “You really…are…a wicked devil, Blake.”

  He grinned up at her as he slipped a finger into the slit of her drawers and traced a line through her soft feathery curls, pausing just above the juncture of her warm moist cleft. “You have no idea, my bella.”

  “Show me then,” she urged lifting and circling her hips. “Show me how truly wicked you can be.”

  Blake smiled and slid his fingertip onto her wet, swollen clitoris. “I thought you’d never ask, my lady.”

  * * *

  Bianca closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, hard.

  At last Blake was touching her where she craved it most, rubbing and teasing her throbbing center with sure fingers. It was better than good. The sensations he was arousing in her were nothing short of amazing. Almost unconsciously, she cupped her breasts and pulled at her aching nipples, moaning with undisguised abandonment as white hot pleasure began to spark within her. As exquisite tension built.

  But even as she writhed beneath Blake’s touch, a very small part of her mind still shied away from the idea that she was behaving so wantonly with her footman. How could she look him in the eye tomorrow, knowing he had touched her so intimately, seen her completely lost to passion? The intensity of the fire running so wildly through her dulled a little, and she whimpered in frustration.

  It’s too late now, Bianca. Stop thinking so much. Do you really want Blake to stop?

  No, she didn’t.

  Until…Blake suddenly lowered his head and tongued her cleft through her drawers.

  Bianca gasped and bucked and pushed frantically at his rock hard shoulders, trying to pull away. “What are you doing?” Blake truly was a devil.

  Blake raised his head, and frowned, concern apparent in his gaze. “Going down on you…But I won’t, if you don’t like it. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, my lady.”

  She pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes and sat up a little, trying to draw her legs together, but Blake was wedged firmly between her quivering thighs. She knew her cheeks flamed bright red. “I…I haven’t…No one has ever done that to me before…” For all her apparent experience, she suddenly felt foolish and unaccountably shy. Naïve. Going down on her, he’d said. Why on earth would he want to taste her there? Neither Roberto nor Algernon had ever shown any inclination to use their mouths on her most private parts. Surely Blake couldn’t enjoy such a thing. It was depraved. Wicked.

  But it was also exciting. And she was beyond curious.

  Blake caught her gaze. “I’m sorry if I’ve shocked you, my lady. I’d just assumed—wrongly of course—that cunnilingus was something you would enjoy.” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “You did ask me to show you how wicked I could be.”

  Bianca swallowed. “Yes. Yes that’s true…” While part of her mind baulked at the idea of Blake doing something so seemingly debauched, her pulse also raced madly with excitement. “Is…cunniling…?”

  “Cunnilingus,” Blake said helpfully without a trace of judgment. “Or oral sex. Or going down on you. There are a number of terms.”

  Bianca smiled a little. “And here I was thinking I was the experienced o
ne. But tell me Blake, is it an act that you like to do? I just can’t imagine that a man—that you—could actually enjoy… going down on me.”

  Blake rubbed his hands gently up and down her still parted legs, his wide mouth lifting into a grin. “Let me assure you, my lady, that I can think of nothing else that I would rather do to you. If you would like me to give you a thorough demonstration of the technique, I am completely at your disposal.” He smile grew even more devilish. “But only if you let me remove your drawers.” His hand drifted to her waistband. “Just so you can make an informed decision. Clothing will only get in the way.”

  “Oh.” Sweet heavens above, Blake was going to put his lips and tongue on her bare quim. Bianca’s heart bolted into an unsteady gallop at the same time a rush of moisture welled between her thighs. She was really going to do this. She really wanted to do this. “All right.” She subsided into the cushions on the settee again.

  No sooner had she uttered the words, Blake moved back a little and within seconds, he’d pulled her drawers clean off. Except for her stockings, she was now completely naked.

  He pushed himself between her thighs again, his gaze dropping to her most secret parts. Biting her lip, she stifled a moan as she was assailed by conflicting impulses—the nervous and shy part of her, urged her to close her legs whilst the wild wanton part of her, urged her to open wider. The wanton part won out however, and she stayed exposed to Blake’s frankly admiring gaze.

  As she watched his face, his tongue darted out, moistening the full wide curve of his lower lip. Oh my. He looked like a man about to devour the most exquisite of banquets.

  “You are so wet, my bella Bianca. For me.” he murmured huskily, trailing a finger between her heavy, aching folds. “I am truly flattered.”

  Bianca watched in horrified fascination as he then sucked her juices from his wet fingertip.

  “You taste divine, my lady.”

  “I do?” She couldn’t quite hide the incredulity from her voice.

  He smiled—a rogue’s smile—and slid his finger up and down between her slippery folds again. “Oh yes.”

  She sucked in a trembling breath as overwhelming arousal flared again. “Then what are you waiting for, Blake?” she breathed. “Go down on me.”

  And he did.

  * * *

  As Blake bent his head toward Bianca’s sweet, sweet cunt, he couldn’t quite believe that she’d never experienced oral sex before. What the hell had been wrong with her past lovers?

  They must have been complete prudes or idiots. Or both.

  Blake trusted—nay prayed—that his mistress would enjoy all that he was about to do. He gently partly her slick, deep pink folds with his fingers, then lightly flicked his tongue across her clitoris; it was already peaking out eagerly from beneath its hood.

  Bianca whimpered and clutched his head. “Do that again,” she whispered raggedly.

  Blake heaved an inward sigh of relief. She liked it, thank God. He blew gently across the swollen nub then flicked her with his tongue again. “Like that?”

  She groaned and tugged on his hair. “Yes, exactly like that.”

  He flicked her rapidly, several more times, then began to circle her clit, slowly round and around, savoring her slightly salty and exquisitely musky taste. He hadn’t exaggerated when he’d told her she tasted divine. She moaned deep in her throat and circled her hips, matching his tongue’s action.

  God, she was responsive. He didn’t think it would take much more to make her come. He paused briefly and glanced up the length of her goddess’s body to her beautiful face—her eyes were closed tight, her cheeks were flushed and she was panting. All good signs she was enjoying his demonstration. “Do you like that too, bella?” he asked, rubbing her swollen, pebble-hard clit with his fingertip. “When I circle you with my tongue?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, her voice somewhere between a whisper and a groan. “I like it all. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t.” Emboldened, Blake eased two fingers into her creamy wet passage and began to stroke. Christ, she was as tight as a virgin. When he recommenced tormenting her clit with his tongue and lips, a high keening sound began to pour from Bianca’s throat. She was almost there, he could feel it—her cunt was quivering, clenching tight around his thrusting fingers. He drew his tongue along her cleft then suckled hard on her clit and within seconds Bianca came on an agonized cry, arching her back, pulling his hair. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to lazily sup at her delicious juices welling over his tongue and fingers. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

  He suspected he’d definitely succeeded at putting a smile on Lady Wells’s lovely face.

  He hoped it was only the first of many smiles.

  Chapter 3

  Deeply satisfied and overawed. And most definitely, but pleasantly, shocked.

  That’s how Bianca decided she felt as she lay panting and boneless on the settee with Blake’s head resting on her naked belly. Never before had she experienced an orgasm like that.

  Blake was amazing. Wickedly amazing.

  She guessed that the shocking intimacy of the act had more than a little to do with her earth-shattering climax. She sensed that she was smiling quite foolishly, a little like a drunkard.

  And perhaps that’s exactly what she was. Drunk. Drugged from the tips of her toes to the top of her drowsy head with absolute pleasure. She stroked Blake’s silky black hair. “Thank you,” she murmured. “That was beyond wonderful. I only hope I can repay you in kind.”

  Blake raised his head and sought her gaze. His mouth lifted in a wide smile. “I’m pleased you enjoyed it. That you have been satisfied. And there is certainly no onus to repay me.”

  “Oh, but there is.” Bianca pushed herself up and drew her legs together. For some reason she didn’t wish to examine, she now didn’t mind being naked in front of Blake. Since she’d made herself completely vulnerable to him, and after he’d pleasured her so well, the barrier that had hitherto been between them, seemed to have fallen away. Indeed, she decided that she quite liked it that Blake’s gaze kept drifting to her breasts—she could feel her nipples hardening to tight points in response. It made her feel free, and strangely powerful. Able to try anything. “Because you gave me oral pleasure, I would like to do the same for you. Will you teach me?”

  Blake’s gaze flew back to hers. He shook his head. “My lady, there really is no need.”

  “I want to.” She glanced down at his breeches. He might be outwardly protesting, but his cock was still definitely interested. “Show me how. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t like it.”

  Blake ran a hand through his hair, clearly uncertain. Torn. “I don’t wish to pry into your past, my lady, but are you telling me that aside from never receiving oral sex, you never gave it either?”

  Bianca shrugged. “No. Neither my husband, nor my first lover ever showed any interest in that sort of thing. But now… after what you have shown me, I should like to know more.”

  Blake rocked back onto his heels then stood. His groin—his wonderfully hard cock—was directly in front of her face. He lifted her chin gently with a finger and caught her gaze. “Are you quite sure, bella? Just because I—”

  “I’m thirty years old, but clearly my sexual education is lacking, Blake. I’m not sure why exactly, but I trust you. More than that, I like you, very much. And I want this to be a night to remember, for both of us. I never wanted this to be a hurried, shameful coupling. Perhaps I’m foolish—”

  Blake put a finger on her lips. “Don’t say that, my lady. You are not foolish. And I am honored that you both trust me as well as hold some degree of affection for me. I promise you here and now that you will not have cause to regret tonight. I am here for you. I will be whatever you need me to be.”

  Bianca caught his hand. “Thank you. Your loyalty, your care, means a lot to me.” She reached forward and ran her hands over his lean hips, smiling up at him. “Now, enough talk, my dear Blake. Let me see what I c
an do for you.”

  Blake blew out a breath and began to unfasten his placket. “If you change your mind. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth. Or if you want to stop at any point before that, for whatever reason—”

  “I won’t.”

  “Still…” He undid the last of the buttons and freed his hugely impressive penis, cradling it in one hand.

  Bianca couldn’t suppress her sharp intake of breath at the sight of the long, thick empurpled shaft rising from a storm of black pubic hair. The sizeable plumb-like head was already slick with his seed.

  “My goodness, Blake,” she whispered, breathing in his strong heady essence—a mixture of citrus soap again and clean male sweat. “You are…indeed a fine specimen.” She reached out and encircled him with her hand and began to stroke; she knew how to do that at least. But as to using her mouth on all that throbbing, silky hardness…She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, and looked up at Blake. She didn’t want to disappoint him. “Tell me what pleases you.”

  Blake groaned and wrapped his own large hand around hers. “I like it when you squeeze as you stroke,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “As for anything else…I’m sure whatever you do I will enjoy.”

  “All right…” Bianca licked her lips as she continued to stroke and squeeze him, planning her first move. “Tell me if you like this.” She darted her tongue out and experimentally swirled it around and over the head, tasting his juices, much as he’d tasted her. Slightly salty. Male. She decided she quite liked it so she laved him with her tongue again.

  “Holy…Yes…oh yes.” Blake rasped, thrusting his hips forward as he simultaneously speared his hand into her hair.

  Encouraged, Bianca held his shaft firmly then took the whole head into her mouth. Sucked up and down, then licked the entire length of him before returning to swipe another dribble of semen leaking from the slit at the top. The fact that Blake was starting to spill his seed must be a good sign. But she had to be certain. She definitely wanted him to spend in her mouth.