“Tell me what you like the best,” she urged, continuing to stroke and squeeze him, instinctively increasing the rate and firmness of her caresses. “Licking or sucking?”
“Sucking, definitely sucking.” Blake gritted out from between clenched teeth. “Up and down like you did before.”
Bianca immediately complied, engulfing him with her mouth, taking as much of him as she could manage, drawing hard, increasing the suction…Blake gripped her head more tightly and started thrusting into her mouth with increasingly frantic movements. Yes, he was starting to lose his control. She could feel herself growing slick again at the thought.
“Christ, Bianca. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth…”
She held tight and sucked harder. And then, with a great shuddering groan, he exploded. A jet of warm, salty liquid gushed into her mouth, down her throat and she swallowed eagerly, greedily, rejoicing in the fact that she had been able to please him so well.
When he ceased spending, she drew back and glanced up at him, licking the last traces of him off her lips.
Blake was smiling. “Sweet Jesus, Bianca. That was incredible. More than incredible.” He suddenly narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”
She laughed, her heart soaring. “Never. You are my first.”
My only.
She suddenly, insanely wished that Blake could be hers and hers alone.
Oh, Bianca. What on earth are you thinking?
He’s your footman.
As she suspected earlier this evening, she must be well and truly mad.
Chapter 4
Blake ran a hand through his hair, an idiotic smile wreathing his face. He still couldn’t fathom that he had been drained to the lees by someone as beautiful and refined as the Countess of Wells.
His bella Bianca.
If only it were so.
“Blake.” Bianca stood and took his hand, almost shyly. “I know that I’m probably asking a great deal, but would you…When you have recovered…I wondered if you would take me to bed. Have intercourse, I mean…That is, if you want—”
“Of course I want to.” Blake slid his hand into her hair at her nape, and pulled her close for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. A moan spilled from her and she pushed her lithe, naked body against him, grasping him round the neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest. The taste of her juices and his own seed mingled as he stroked inside her mouth with his tongue. The combination of sensations was so overwhelmingly erotic, his cock started to twitch again.
He predicted that he would be ready to take her, which ever way she wanted—in no time at all.
Bianca’s mouth traced along the line of his jaw and then down his throat whilst her hands slid down his back to his waist—somehow his silk breeches were still hanging at half-mast about his hips. When she pushed her hands beneath the fabric and began to knead and stroke his buttocks, he groaned his appreciation. Her touch felt so good.
“You are not naked enough, Blake,” she murmured pushing the fabric down to his thighs. “Take everything off. I want to see all of you.”
He couldn’t help but smile. Who would have thought that his countess could be such a greedy, demanding creature. He loved it. “Of course, my lady.” With swift movements he toed off his shoes then pulled off his stockings and breeches completely.
Bianca watched him, her large brown eyes dark with renewed hunger. She extended her hand. “Come.”
* * *
At the edge of the four-poster bed, Bianca paused and bit her lip, contemplating what to do next. Blake—his cock erect again—stood beside her, his large hand in hers.
How did she want him to take her?
She was hot and wet already just thinking about the possibilities.
Perhaps sensing her indecision, Blake tipped her chin up and caught her gaze. “What is your favorite position, bella? Perhaps if we start with that.”
Despite all that she and Blake had just shared, she blushed hotly. She only knew two positions—flat on her back with her partner pounding away on top of her. Or sometimes, very occasionally, Algernon had taken her from behind as they’d lain side by side in bed, her back pressed to his front. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed both variations over the years, but she really wouldn’t mind trying something new. And she was already certain that Blake knew more than she did.
But how was she to tell him without making it obvious how sexually ignorant she truly was compared to him?
She summoned what she hoped was a coquettish smile to mask her embarrassed uncertainty. “Surprise me. Have me any way you like.”
Blake’s intent emerald gaze narrowed. “Are you sure, my bella?”
Bianca swallowed past a throat tight with nerves, even as sweet dark desire poured through her veins like molten honey. “Yes.” She trusted Blake with her body. She lifted her chin and held his gaze. “Fuck me hard and well.”
Blake’s chest swelled and he smiled wolfishly. “Turn around.”
Oh heavens. What was he going to do to her from behind?
Bianca did as he’d asked, her knees suddenly quaking with anxious excitement. Blake stood directly behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, just behind her ear. “I love your smell, Bianca, almost as much as I love how you taste.” He ran the tip of his tongue along her shoulder as his large hands moved round to gently fondle her breasts; his fingers tugged and rolled her oh-so sensitive, distended nipples. “Can I taste you again, bella? Between your thighs?”
Bianca’s blood pounded straight to her lower belly. Oral sex again? The man was not only debauched but voracious. But it seemed that she was also. “Yes,” she whispered and started to turn to around to lie down, more than eager to experience the novel activity all over again.
But Blake stopped her. “Stay facing away from me, my lady, but spread your legs a little and bend over with your arms resting on the bed.”
What?
Heart racing, Bianca bent down, feeling both equally vulnerable and silly with her behind in the air. She bit her lip to stop herself asking what he was going to do. She was sure she would soon find out.
“Such a beautiful arse,” Blake crooned softly, running his large rough hands over her buttocks, then down to her bare thighs. She suddenly realized that her stockings were still on. She reached for one of her ribbon garters but Blake stilled her hand. “Leave them, my lady. I like how you look, naked but not quite.”
“All right.” Bianca returned her arm to the mattress and tried to turn her head to see what Blake was doing. He’d said he wanted to taste her again. But how? The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
She couldn’t see him, but she sensed that Blake had dropped to his knees. His hands remained on her buttock cheeks, stroking, teasing the flesh, making her quiver, making her wetter than ever. Suddenly, she felt his finger stroke through the warm moisture flooding between her folds, all the way up to her anus, and her knees nearly gave way from the shock of it.
“Such a beautiful cunt too,” he murmured huskily. And then he licked her along the path his finger had travelled.
She gasped and clutched the counterpane beneath her as she was assailed by dark, dark lust. She wanted to ask him to do that again, but her voice wouldn’t work. She needn’t have worried. Blake began to tease every part of her with his wicked mouth and fingers—her throbbing clitoris, her slippery, dripping cleft, even her anus—until she was writhing and mewling mindlessly. Dizzy with intense, whirling sensations. When he slipped his tongue deep into her quim and thrust in and out, she cried out and would have fallen but for his firm hold on her hips. The pressure inside her built and built, steadily, mercilessly until at last a cataclysmic orgasm slammed through her, devastating her with its impact. She buried her face in the counterpane to muffle her screams and sobs of ecstasy.
She’d asked Blake to surprise her. And he certainly had.
But it still wasn’t quite enough. Replete as she
was, the wild wanton creature he had brought to life also couldn’t wait for him to fuck her.
* * *
Blake covered Bianca’s shaking body with his, kissing her neck, murmuring soothing endearments into her hair and against her ear.
He had no doubt he’d surprised her. Probably even shocked her. A strange warmth spread through his chest as he held her. Perhaps it was admiration that his bella had tried something new again and had embraced it whole-heartedly. Perhaps it was because he seemed to be able to satisfy her so deeply.
Perhaps it is because you care about her, Harry Blake. Far too much.
He buried the troublesome thought as Bianca stirred.
She pushed herself up to a standing position, grasping one of the posts of the bed for support. “Well, Mr. Blake,” she said shakily, brushing her totally disheveled, golden blonde hair away from her passion flushed cheeks. “You certainly rendered me all but insensible with pleasure. Again.” She smiled and trailed a hand down his chest and then wrapped her hand around his painfully engorged cock. “But I’m afraid you’ve only completed half of the task you were set.”
Blake closed his eyes and pushed himself into her hand. The wench was insatiable. But she was right. He’d promised to fuck her. His balls clenched and a bead of come escaped the head of his cock at the thought of being inside her tight, wet pussy. “You said before that I could take you any way I liked,” he managed to grate out as Bianca swirled the moisture over the throbbing head with one wicked fingertip.
“Yes, I did,” she said softly. “And you can even come inside me if you like. I assure you, I won’t get with child.”
His eyes flew open and he sought her rich as chocolate gaze. “Are you sure?”
She smiled and swiped her thumb over him again. “Very sure. I never became pregnant during the nine years of my marriage…Well, suffice it to say, there is no need to worry. Now, enough talk.” She stroked him from root to tip making him groan. “Surprise me again, Mr. Blake. Make me scream.”
Make her scream? He would do more than that. He would give her so much pleasure, she would soon be begging for mercy. Blake snaked an arm around her waist and claimed her mouth in a brief kiss before he whispered in her ear. “Bend over again, my bella.”
She shivered against him and kissed his throat, then turned to assume the position she’d adopted before. Delectable arse in the air, she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that.” She trusted him so readily—a pang of tenderness, completely at odds with the raging lust washing through him, pierced Blake’s heart as he stepped forward to take her. Was he really only fucking her? He didn’t want to think about it, not now at any rate. Shaft in hand, he dragged the head of his cock through Bianca’s creamy wetness. She shuddered and moaned and spread her legs wider, exposing the opening to her cunt, swollen to lusciousness after her recent climax. He pushed in a little way and groaned at the hot sucking sensation.
He’d found heaven again.
But as he’d suspected Bianca was so very, very tight. And he didn’t want to hurt her. Reluctantly, he withdrew and then inched in again, a little further this time. Bianca hissed, as if in pain, and he immediately stopped. Christ, he prayed he hadn’t been too rough. “Are you all right?” he asked through clenched teeth. His head was spinning with the effort it took not to pound her senseless. If he had to stop at this point, he could very well die from sheer agony.
She turned her head and threw him a small smile. “Yes. It’s just that you’re so big, Blake…And it’s been some time…But don’t stop.” As if to illustrate the point, she pushed back against him and Blake’s cock slid into her, to the halfway mark.
Yes, he’d definitely found paradise. The hot wet silkiness of her greedy inner sheath sucked at him, compressed him, like a tightly gloved hand. With an agonized groan, he pushed again and buried himself to the hilt.
Bianca cried out as well, and she collapsed forward onto the bed, panting. “Oh God, Blake.” She arched her hips back in encouragement. “Do that again.”
Blake somehow scraped his voice together. “As you wish, my lady.” Holding Bianca’s hips steady, he started up a rhythm of long, slow hard thrusts. Bianca seemed to be lost in the maelstrom of their unbridled coupling, almost as much as he was; highly erotic, throaty sounds and gasps tumbled from her each time she pushed back to meet his deep, wild plunges.
It wasn’t long before his driving rhythm grew faster, more frantic; his balls began to slap against the cheeks of her arse and the head of the bed pounded against the wall.
Fuck. He didn’t think he could hold on much longer and Bianca still hadn’t climaxed. I have to send her over the edge. I just have to. He bent forward and sucked on her earlobe as he reached between her thighs to taunt her clitoris with his fingers.
“Come for me, Bianca,” he whispered hoarsely against her ear. “Show me how well I’ve fucked you.”
His coarse words seemed to be the trigger to her orgasm. With a keening cry, Bianca arched her back and her cunt clenched about him so tightly he immediately came as well. Gasping, groaning, wracked with agonized delight, his balls drew up tightly and his seed erupted into her.
The sensations coursing through him were beyond sublime.
Spent, chest heaving, slick with sweat, he collapsed on top of Bianca, then rolled onto the bed gathering her into his arms. Her back to his front, he kissed her hair. His beautiful, wild, delectable, Bianca.
She sighed, then kissed one of his hands that was clasped across her breasts. “Hold me, Blake,” she whispered sleepily. “Don’t let me go.”
Blake’s heart clenched. When he’d agreed to Bianca’s proposition, he’d never thought the effect on him would be so profound. How naïve of him to think it would be just a quick tumble, followed by an awkwardly shy kiss good-night. That tomorrow he could pretend that tonight had never happened.
Never in a thousand years had he anticipated an experience like this. He was shaken to his very core. He would never forget it.
He sighed against Bianca’s hair and tried to ignore the feeling of tender despair washing through him.
Harden your heart, Blake. She will never be yours.
You’re her servant—her footman—and that’s all.
Chapter 5
A week later…
Grosvenor Square, London, April 1818.
The Season had begun and Bianca really wished it hadn’t. She’d always loathed the mad hoopla of it all, ever since her disastrous first Season—or lack of it—so long ago. As her carriage drew to a standstill before Lady Shropworth’s townhouse, she could see that as per usual, the dowager Marchioness’s annual Spring Ball was going to be a dreadful crush. But Bianca had promised her dear friend, Lady Maxwell she’d attend, so she really couldn’t cry off, no matter how much she wanted to.
Blake appeared at the carriage door and her heart twisted painfully. Since, returning to London, he had been nothing but decorous, the perfect servant. She should be grateful for his unfailing discretion and that he had not attempted to take additional liberties. But in truth, his aloofness stung.
Even though she knew she was being ridiculous, she felt snubbed, like a woman scorned. It was as if their night together at the inn in Lincolnshire had never happened.
Which is how it must be, Bianca. It’s what you wanted. One night of sex, nothing more.
If only she could stop thinking about being with him. Not an easy feat when she saw him every single day. When she felt his large gloved hand beneath her own every time she stepped from her conveyance. It was like an exquisite form of torture. Like being slowly seared to death with slow burning want.
The carriage door opened. Head up, Bianca. It’s time to drag on your carefree countess’s mask.
Blake put down the steps, then stood stony-faced to one side, waiting to hand her out onto the pavement. Drawing in a fortifying breath, Bianca gathered her amber silk skirts, and then plastering what she hoped was a seren
e smile on her face, she began to alight from the carriage, determined to do so unassisted. She didn’t think she could bear it if Blake touched her tonight.
And then her flimsy kid slipper skidded on the rain-wet pavement. Before she even drew breath to gasp or squeal, strong arms grasped her from behind and steadied her again.
“My lady, are you all right?”
Bianca nodded, her heart hammering with fright, her skin tingling with awareness beneath Blake’s hold. She pulled a shaky breath into her constricted lungs and managed to summon her voice. “Yes, Blake. You may let go now. I’m quite fine.” She sounded waspish and she hated that she sounded so, but she couldn’t seem to help it.
Blake immediately released her. Ignoring his gaze—she could feel it as surely as she’d felt his touch only a moment ago—she glanced around at the flurry of other noblemen and women and their attendant servants. Thankfully no one had seemed to notice her slight mishap. Or the fact that she was breathless and her cheeks were stained with a bright red flush.
What is wrong with you, Bianca? There was no excuse for her to be rude to Blake just because she imagined he’d been rebuffing her for a week. He was only behaving as she’d asked. She turned back to him, but she couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. She addressed his cravat. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”
“That’s quite all right, my lady. I’m only relieved that you are unharmed.”
He sounded sincere. Feeling more than a little guilty, Bianca glanced up at him to offer him a reassuring smile.
And she was lost. The lamplight from the surrounding carriages and the light spilling from Shropworth House illuminated the strong planes along one side of Blake’s rakishly handsome face. Acute longing seared through her as she foolishly imagined tracing the line of his dark winged eyebrow, placing her lips on his square, clean jaw. Running her tongue along the seam of his wide perfectly sculpted mouth. Pushing off his periwig and spearing her fingers into his cropped black hair.
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