Page 37 of Love Letters & Lemon Drops

"Oh? And what did you bring me here for?" he asks.

I step closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck. "Perhaps so we can put some of the things we've learned about to good use."

He chuckles. "Is that so?"

"Mmhmm. And you'll be glad to know that I put on my simplest dress."

"I shall be the judge of that." He spins me around and finds the ties at the back, the anticipation growing within me each time his knuckles brush against my back as he undoes them. Knowing how good it feels to have his hands on my body only makes it more intense.

My bodice comes undone and I strip it off, letting it drop to the floor. I turn in his arms and start undoing the buttons of his jacket, pleased when I discover there's only a shirt underneath. Not having too many layers will make the undressing process a lot easier. I push it off his shoulders, and there's a dull thud as it drops to the floor, leaving him in his loose-fitting shirt.

I lose track of exactly what's happening, until most of our clothing is on the floor except for the very last layer. I don't feel the cold in the air, there's no way that's possible with the warmth radiating off Arthur and making me want to get even closer to him.

"Lie down," he murmurs against my lips as he kisses me.

I nod and step back, pausing to pull off my shift before I do, leaving me bare to him save for my stockings. I should feel nervous, but I don't. I know I'm safe, I know he wants this, and I certainly know that I do.

I lie back on the cushions, my heart racing and warmth already pooling in my belly.

He kneels down and reaches for the top of one of my stockings, pulling it down tantalisingly slowly. He drops my first stocking to the side and turns his attention to the second, repeating the motion until I'm completely rid of them.

"What was it you said you wanted me to do in your letter?" he asks, a wicked grin on his face as he looks at me.

I swallow hard. "I wanted you to kiss me."

"Where? Here?" He leans in and kisses the inside of my ankle.

"Yes."

"Where else?" he asks, smoothing his hand up higher. "Here?"

"Mmhmm." I don't think I've ever wanted something this much before. We both know precisely what's about to happen because he's doing what I wrote. He's doing this specifically because I told him I wanted it.

His lips graze the inside of my knee and a small moan escapes me. He's not even touching me where I'm desperate to be touched yet, and I can feel the release starting to build, I think it's just the knowledge of what he's doing that is making it build for me.

"Arthur," I murmur as his tongue traces patterns on my inner thigh.

He meets my gaze, and I don't know what to do about the sight. I let out a shaky breath, knowing that whatever I'm about to feel is going to be a lot more intense than it was before.

He continues upwards until he gets to my centre, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin and only sending my need higher. I reach down and tangle my hand in his hair, wanting to urge him on, but also not wanting to rush this. The moment his tongue touches me, thoughts completely disappear. I tip my head back and grip tightly on the blanket beside me. My release tightens inside me, and it's all I can do not to give in to it straight away. As much as I want to feel as good as I possibly can, I also don't want to rush this, I want to enjoy it for as long as possible.

My breathing is coming out laboured and there's nothing I can do to stop the release from crashing through me. I cry out, tightening my fingers in his hair and letting the pure sensation take over my entire body. He doesn't stop giving me attention, and teases me until I realise that a second release is quickly following the first, but is somehow even more intense.

My whole body begins to shake, but I'm not aware of anything I'm doing. I might be making noises, I might be holdingonto him too tight, I might not be, it's impossible for me to tell. The ability to think leaves me and everything goes a bit fuzzy as the most intense pleasure I've ever felt fills me.

Slowly, my awareness of the world starts creeping back in. The crackling of the fire, the scratch of the blanket under me, and the man lying beside me, a satisfied and concerned expression on his face.

I reach out to touch his cheek.

"Are you all right?" he checks.

"Yes," I murmur. "Oh, yes."

He chuckles and leans in to kiss me, long and slow, like it's building to something. I can feel his length against my leg, making me feel far more hollow than I expect to. I want to feel him inside me, to know what it's like.

I reach for him without thinking, feeling the weight of him in my palm.

"Sola," he murmurs. "If you keep doing that, it'll be the end."

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