Page 98 of The Earl's Bluestocking Bride
“Oh.” The wet heat between her legs throbbed. “How do we….”
He sat up and shoved his breeches and drawers all the way down. “The ground is too hard, and I don’t want to hurt you, so you’ll have to, uh, straddle me.”
Straddle him?
An intriguing concept.
“But first,” he continued, “let me get you ready.”
She looked down at her hands, her hot cheeks no doubt showing her embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure I’m already ready.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You are?”
With a quick glance around to confirm that they were still alone, Amelia stripped off her underwear and lifted her skirt. Andrew slipped his hand beneath and stroked her softness. She shuddered as pleasure rippled through her.
He teased her with clever fingers. “You’re so wet.”
“You have that effect on me,” she admitted.
His eyes darkened, and he gripped his cock and pointed it skyward. “Good. Now, straddle me and lower yourself onto me.”
Amelia’s face was on fire as she hurried to comply. She placed her knees on either side of his thighs, and she dropped down until his cock pushed against her entrance. She bit her lip and breathed out, doing her best to relax her muscles. Inch by inch, she took him inside her body.
When she sat flush against him, she rested her head on his shoulder and savored the connection. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
His arms came around her. “It can be however we want, my Lia.” He thrust up, then, with his hands on her hips, guided her to rock back and forth, pleasure zipping throughher over and over again. “Just like that. Damn, sweetheart. You make me crazy.”
Yes. I want to make him lose his mind so he never looks at another woman.
She rode him in the way that felt best for her, since he seemed to like it, whatever she did. Pleasure built within her, growing steadily until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She threw her head back and cried out, her channel tightening around him.
He grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, his movements erratic, then stiffened and pulsed deep inside her. She rested her forehead against his, and their lips met in a soft kiss.
He cupped her face and kissed her again. “That was incredible.”
“It really was.”
She eased off him and reached for her undergarments, but he gestured for her to wait. He grabbed the basket and pulled out a cloth, which he dabbed between her legs.
“Mrs. Baker always includes a cleaning-up cloth in picnic baskets,” he told her with a grin. “Although I doubt she intended it to be used this way.”
A laugh burst from her, and she clapped her hand to her mouth, mortified at the thought. “She won’t know, will she?”
He shook his head. “I’ll dispose of it myself.”
“Good.” Obviously, their household staff must be aware of the activities they engaged in, but she’d rather pretend otherwise and have them continue to do the same. She may be willing to act the wanton, but only when it was just her and Andrew alone together.
She pulled up her drawers, and he wiped his cock and tucked himself away inside his own drawers, then buttoned his breeches.
She stretched out on the blanket, savoring the tenderness in her body. “I like picnics. We should have more of them,especially in summer.” She slid her gaze sideways. “And especially if they end like this.”
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.” He intertwined his fingers with hers, and his expression turned serious. “I am going to do everything I can to ensure your happiness.”
Unease slithered through her.
His words were no doubt intended to be reassuring, but the way he said them made her think he had reason to believe there was a threat to her happiness.
And that meant he was keeping things from her.
