Page 15 of How To Seduce A Wife

Louisa eyed him dubiously. She didn’t quite have the nerve to ask him either about his conquests or about his current arrangements. Her mother insisted he would still keep a mistress for Louisa’s sake and that she should be grateful he refrained from exposing her to the more bestial side of his nature.

The thought of him turning to another woman brought a strange tightness to her chest. Was that what he’d been trying to tell her before? That a wife was not required to behave like a woman who enjoyed sex? Could it be possible that he agreed with her mother? But no, he had touched her far more intimately last night, and she’d welcomed the intimacy, not recoiled from it.

“I think we’re here,” Nicholas announced, and reached for his hat and gloves. “Do you have a shawl, my dear? It is perishing cold out there.”

He helped her out of the carriage, and she started to climb the steps. She grabbed on to his arm as someone pushed past her and ended up with her face against his chest. The scent of bay rum and warm male enveloped her, and she simply breathed him in. She wondered how it might feel to kiss his naked chest, to lick a path from his small flat nipples to his muscled belly and then perhaps even lower.

“Are you all right, my lady?”

She gasped and looked up into his eyes. His gaze intensified and he drew her hastily up the stairs and into the cavernous, crowded hall beyond. Inside, the chatter of voices bouncing off the walls and chandeliers created a roar fit for a county fair.

“Whatever were you thinking about?” His amused question made her blush as he nodded to his sister’s butler and maneuvered her through the crowds and toward the back of the house where it was quieter and less stifling. Her back hit a wall and he loomed over her. “Would you like to tell me?”

She stared at his cravat. “You would think me... forward.”

He leaned into her, one of his hands planted on the wall by the side of her face. “I would think you honest enough to answer your husband from whom, surely, nothing should be withheld?”

She licked her lips. “I was wondering how your skin would taste if I kissed it.”

He went still. “Which particular part of my skin?”

She forced herself to look into his eyes. “Your chest, your belly, your...” Oh, my goodness, she couldn’t say it, she just couldn’t.

“My?” he prompted. “My knee?”

“Not quite.”

He edged even closer until his mouth hovered a tantalizing half inch away from hers. “What then?” he whispered, “My cock? I’d like you to kiss that, take it into your pretty little mouth, and suck me dry.”

His tongue traced a leisurely path along the seam of her lips and then plunged into her mouth. Louisa couldn’t have moved if her life had depended on it. Could a woman do that?Woulda woman want to do that? After all, he had done a similar thing to her, licked and sucked her into complete shivering abandon.

He stopped kissing her but didn’t move away. In the confines of the dark corridor, with his body covering hers, she felt quite brave. “Would a man like that?”

A visible shudder ran through him. “This man would. Perhaps you might think on it.”

“Perhaps I will.”

He straightened and took her hand, placed it firmly over the tented front of his pantaloons. “Now we will have to wait until I’m decent to be seen again.”

She sighed. “I don’t suppose we could just go home, not when it is your sister’s ball. She would never forgive us if we didn’t turn up.”

Unconsciously, she petted his shaft until his fingers closed around her wrist. “Madam, if you keep that up, I’ll be coming into your hand and disgracing myself.”

She looked around the deserted hallway and realized that they were near Lord Fotherskill’s secretary’s office. “But what if I wanted to try what you suggested?”

“Do you think I’m going to stop you?” He grabbed her by the shoulders and hurried her into the secretary’s office, locking the door behind them.

She sank to her knees and looked up at him. “Not if it brings you as much pleasure as you brought me.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, even as he fumbled with the buttons of his placket. For once he sounded even less certain than she did. Somehow that helped her become bolder. “Otherwise I can...”

She took over the task and revealed his thick thrusting shaft. From this angle it looked rather fearsome and far too large to fit into her mouth.

“It’s all right. Just take as much as you want, I don’t expect...” he broke off with a groan at her first tentative lick over the crown. He was already wet and she tasted him carefully: the merest hint of salt, almost like thick tears. She rested one hand on his thigh, wrapped the other around the base of his shaft, and opened her mouth.

“Ah...” He exhaled as she sucked him slowly into her mouth until the whole of the crown disappeared. She discovered that if she moved both her mouth and her hand back and forth over his flesh he seemed to adore it. He cradled the back of her head in his hand, urging her onward with every slow sucking motion.

She also found that even as she sucked him she could use the very tip of her tongue to lick at the top of his cock, feel the wet slit, the rough texture of the under skin, and the smoothness of the whole. He groaned her name and started to angle his hips toward her mouth as if trying to push himself deeper. She gripped him tightly and restricted his motion, which seemed to excite him further.

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