by Sandy Blair
“Do you like the way I touch you?” He certainly relished his own reaction to touching her, the warm fullness that swelled his cock and made his heart race with dizzying speed.
She caught her breath and murmured a ragged, “Oh, yes,” when he raked her tender earlobe with his teeth.
He worked her nipple harder with his thumb, and when she made a satisfied whimper at the abrading fabric, he swiftly undid the buttons so he could slip his hand beneath the silk and touch her warm, bare flesh, which overflowed his hand as he cupped it possessively.
Her sharp intake of breath at his intimate touch heightened his own arousal.
She was like absinthe, one color until another ingredient transformed it. And he just wanted to drink and drink and drink until he went mad.
He caught the straining bud between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed gently. She cried out. He smiled, pleased that he could coax such a reaction out of her.
He increased the intensity of his caresses while trying to maintain his own fragile self-control, moving from one tempting breast to the other. He felt a heady sense of triumph and power when her groans grew louder.
For one second he wondered if her response was genuine or the pretense of a calculating courtesan seeking to give her protector his money’s worth.
Her eyes flew open. They were drowsy with passion and delight that couldn’t be faked. She pouted prettily. “You are cruel to torment me so.”
“How ungentlemanly of me. I shall have to remedy that failure.”
He opened the bodice to bare her breasts. They were perfect, round and heavy, full enough for him to bury his face in their ivory softness and lose himself in their sweet scent. He thought both his cock and his head would explode.
“Your beauty leaves me breathless.” His exhaling breath warmed her large, rosy nipples. He teased them with the tip of his tongue, wetting first one, and then the other. He lifted his gaze to Regina’s face, pleased to see her closed eyes, an expression of transported bliss giving her ivory complexion a luminous glow. He had demolished her reservations and her misgivings with his persistence.
He waited until her breathing grew more uneven and impatient before he grasped the breast to steady it, took the inviting puckered tip into his mouth and sucked, gently at first, then harder, with the eagerness of a starving man too long denied.
Régine’s high-pitched cry filled the drawing room, and she arched her back, offering herself to him in an ageless gesture of female surrender.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him in place, demanding his touch.
Now he pleasured her right breast with his eager mouth and the other moist nipple with his fingers, driving her wild with abandon. If she reacted so strongly to just having her breasts caressed, he was willing to bet the earth would shudder and shake when he brought her to orgasm.
He reluctantly raised his head, gently stroking her to ease the abruptness of his withdrawal.
Regina’s eyes flew open. “Why did you stop?”
He drew the bodice together to cover her. “Because if I keep going, I’ll make love to you right here, right now.”
She looked confused. “But I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Not for our first time.”
She raised her brows. “You surprise me. You are so different from the other men I’ve known.”
He smiled and drew her hand to his lips, lightly brushing her knuckles. “You’ll find me to be a very surprising fellow.”
She buttoned her bodice with crisp efficiency. “I’m looking forward to discovering all your secrets.”