Page 13 of How To Seduce A Wife

“I have no idea what you are talking about, and I’m not sure if I appreciate you discussing me with someone else.” Even as she spoke she was guiltily aware that she’d spoken to April about Nicholas as well, but at least she’dtriedto be discreet.

“I can assure you that my friend will not gossip about us.” He took her hand. “Will you please forgive me, and let me carry on kissing you? We have a lot of lost time to make up.”

Louisa looked doubtfully at him. “I suppose that will be all right, but...” His mouth descended over hers, and she forgot what she had been about to say as he took his time kissing her. She learned how to breathe through her nose to prolong the intimate contact, how to use her tongue against his to drive him wild. He was almost on top of her now, one leg drawn over hers, the hardness of his cock pressed against her hip. Strange things were happening low in her belly, and her breasts ached for his touch.

He drew back and stared down at her. “While I sat there imagining you on my lap during dinner, I also imagined tasting more than your breasts. Will you let me remove your gown?”

Louisa barely managed a nod as he sat up and maneuvered her around so that her back faced him. She closed her eyes and let the dress slide from her shoulders, heard the soft hiss of the silk, the sudden catch of his breath.

“Stand up a moment and step out of the gown.” She obeyed him and waited as he tossed the swathe of blue silk over the nearest chair. A sudden chill swept through her, but it wasn’t just from the cold. “Would you object if I removed my coat and waistcoat?”

This time she shook her head and watched him strip off his outer garments. It reminded her of the earlier moment in their shared dressing room when he’d bent over her in the bath. Her nipples tightened even more and she had an absurd desire to touch herself there, to soothe that promise of heat and the ache of desire.

He knelt at her feet and guided her back down onto the couch. He was so much taller that even when she was sitting his face was almost level with hers. She studied his thick brown hair and narrowed blue eyes, the hint of desire that both softened and hardened his face, as if a stranger lurked behind the amiable visage she saw every day. A harder, more brutal man, and a man who took what he wanted when he wanted it. He reminded her of someone...

He touched her knee, his hand heavy and hot over the thin muslin of her shift and stockings. “May I remove your corset? It will be in the way.”

Louisa wanted to ask him of what, but she turned sideways on the seat to allow him access to the spiral binding of her corset. His fingers moved deftly against her back, and she was soon able to breathe again. She looked warily down at him as he placed his hands on her waist and settled her back against the couch.

“As I was saying, at dinner I was contemplating all the places I had yet to touch or taste you.” He leaned against her knees and kissed her breast through the sheer muslin.

Louisa managed to clear her throat. “I believe you have already touched and tasted me there.” She couldn’t believe how prim she sounded. He must think her a complete fool. He looked up at her, and she saw nothing to indicate he thought her stupid. In truth, he was looking at her as if he might possibly devour her. It was quite exhilarating.

“I’m just reacquainting myself with my newest territory before moving on.” He sucked on her nipple until Louisa found her fingernails digging into her palms. “I have to make sure that I am welcome and well remembered.”

While he touched her, he also moved against her, exerting gentle pressure on her knees until she had no choice but to open them and allow his upper body to press against her in a most intimate fashion. He continued to suckle at her nipples, his fingers testing and touching everything his mouth was not. Her hand stole into his hair, and she held on as he sucked on her, the rhythm lending itself to the sway of her body, and to the motion of her hips as she rubbed herself against his stomach.

She moaned as one of his hands slid around her hips and he spread his fingers over her bottom, moaned even more when he drew away from her, leaving her wet shift clinging to her hard tight nipples and to the junction of her thighs. He looked down at her and smiled, cupped her between the legs in the palm of his hand. “That’s better.”

He took her mouth, his tongue plunging inside. The heel of his hand pressed in the same pattern of advance and retreat on her sex. Heat throbbed and flowered beneath the hard edge of his hand, making her forget about anything but the need for him to continue, for him never to stop, for him to keep her on that brink of pleasure that had suddenly become more necessary to her than breathing, or dignity, or civility.

Nicholas made a growling sound in his throat and stripped the muslin away from her sex, needing the contact of her bare skin against his hand. He groaned as his fingers dipped into her swollen wetness, swirled around her tight hot bud, and dipped inside her. She was moving with him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, into his scalp. He didn’t care; he wanted to make her come for him more than anything he had ever wanted before.

God, but he needed to taste all that hot wetness as well. He swallowed at the thought and knew he had to have her before she shattered in his arms. It took all his strength to wrench away from her kisses, to not kiss her breasts, and to settle his head between her thighs. She smelled divine, so wet and wanton that he forgot she was his wife, forgot everything but the urge to lick and suckle and bite her into complete submission.

He drove his tongue deep twice and then withdrew, swirled around her swollen lips, the hard bud of her clit. He licked her and sampled her until he could no longer see or taste anything but her, until even the pain as she tugged at his hair was dimmed by the spectacle of her pushing herself in his face, until he was drowning in her and not caring at all.

“Nicholas.” She sounded as desperate as he felt, her voice high. “Please...”

He managed to slide three fingers inside her, used his mouth and his thumb on her clit and took her over into pleasure, felt the waves of it throb and ebb around his embedded fingers, wanted to shove his cock into her to experience it more deeply. God, his cock... he was going to come in his pantaloons if he didn’t get some relief soon. He wanted her mouth, her sex, his shaft between her breasts covering her in his seed...

Nicolas slowly opened his eyes and sat back. Louisa was just staring down at him, her legs still open, her nipples still hard. His cock protested as he slowly eased away from her.

“Are you all right?” she asked breathlessly. Nicholas could only stare back at his disheveled wife and yearn. “Nicholas?”

“I’m fine.”

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Louisa scrambledto sit up and pull down her shift as Nicholas remained crouched in front of her, a peculiarly desperate expression on his face. Was he disgusted by her? Had she somehow behaved inappropriately? She hadn’t even realized women were capable of doing “that,” let alone that it would prove so liberating.

His smile was strained, and one of his hands rested over his groin. Louisa couldn’t help but stare at the thick bulge of his cock and the wetness that marred the front of his pantaloons. She might have achieved that glorious state of release, but had Nicholas? And if not, how on earth was she supposed to ask him what to do next?

“Are you sure you are all right?”

He grimaced as he managed to get to his feet, still protecting his groin as if he were fielding close to the wicket in a game of cricket. “I’ll be fine.”

He sank down next to her and fumbled with the buttons of his pantaloons. “I apologize if this might shock you, but I need to...”

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