Page 58 of The Irish Gypsy
"Lord Muck, eh?" he laughed.
"Exactly!" she agreed.
"That's not being arrogant, that's beingmasterful. Let me show you," and he pinned her beneath his body sothere could be only one outcome.
One evening they discovered some Gypsiescamped by the woods.
"I can dance like that. Would you like tosee?" she whispered to Patrick.
"Very much," he said, caught up in herexcitement.
She picked up a tambourine and began toundulate slowly. The beat of the music began slowly and deeply. Ayoung Gypsy male came over to Kitty and began to partner her in thedance. He was very slim and swarthy and his teeth flashed whitewhenever their eyes met. They moved closer and closer in thehypnotic rhythm, never quite touching, and as Patrick observed thepossessive look the Gypsy bestowed upon Kitty, he thought:Andshe called me arrogant!
The music sped up and they whirled faster andfaster. Her skirts swirled higher and higher about her bare legsuntil Patrick felt his anger build with the music. He felt ajealous rage grip him as he watched the pair fit their bodymovements to each other. He strode up to Kitty, took her arm in agrip of iron and commanded, "Come!"
"You are angry. Didn't my dancing pleaseyou?"
She knew very well what emotions plaguedPatrick at this moment, but she wanted him to tell her of hisjealousy.
"Your dancing aroused me, but it aroused himtoo, as you very well know," he ground out.
"He was just a boy," she said andlaughed.
"He felt a man's desire for you."
"Darling, you're jealous," she whispered.
His mouth came down upon hers savagely andshe clung to him, savoring his brutality. "Come!" he commanded.
"Where are you taking me?" But she knew.
"You promised me," he asserted as he urgedher onward toward the swimming place. She didn't protest when hebegan undressing her with impatient hands. Soon all her lovelinesswas revealed in the moonlight and he drew in his breath sharply atthe picture she made. He stripped quickly and towered above her,not to be denied. The water was momentarily forgotten in hisurgency, and she reached out to touch the quivering organ. Herfingertips ran along the entire length that grew hard and rigid ather touch.
"Darling Patrick, never be jealous. You'rethe most beautiful man in the world."
"Kitten, desire and anger are a deadlycombination. I'm warning you, there'll be no holds barred thisnight."
She licked her lips in anticipation as hepulled her down into the grass. She felt her own pulse merge withthe earth's beneath her body. He intended to make passionate loveto her, then bathe together. After their swim, he would love heryet again.
It was three o'clock in the morning. Kittystood by the window, looking down into the garden. Tears madesilver streaks down her cheeks. Patrick roused from sleep to findthe bed empty. Quickly he slipped out of bed and came up behindher. "Sweetheart, you'll catch cold. What's wrong?"
"How can I bear it? Tomorrow you'll be goneand I may never see you again," she said, sobbing. "There could bea storm at sea, or you could catch a fever in America, or whatabout Indians?"
"Indians?" he laughed incredulously. "Oh,sweetheart, your Irish is showing. Don't expect the worst; expectthe best! I'll be back before you know it and by that time Simonwill be out of the way and we'll be married immediately." He made amental note to seek out the young hothead who had stabbed him inBolton and give him a certain job to do.
"Come and be warm, love." He picked her upwithout protest and carried her to the bed. Instead of tucking herbeneath the covers he stood her upon the bed before him and removedher nightgown. She shivered slightly as the cool air touched hernaked skin, then shuddered convulsively as his warm breath teasedher breasts and his hot mouth took possession of the impudentcrests that thrust boldly forward like tiny spears.
His rough tongue began to lick her aureoles,then he took the entire crown into his mouth and sucked fiercely. Alow moan broke from her throat that sent prickles along the back ofhis neck. He wanted to hear the love cries she would make when hismouth plundered her woman's center.
His powerful hands gripped her waist firmlyas his mouth moved down her rib cage, then across her belly.
Kitty no longer felt cold. Her blood hadheated to molten gold, flowing through every vein like liquid fire.She gasped as she realized his goal. Surely even Patrick could notbe so boldly wicked as to put his mouththere.She tried topull back from his mouth, but his iron hands gripped her like avice, holding her for his ravishment. The kisses he bestowed uponher were so thrilling she threaded her fingers through his crisp,black hair and arched herself against his lips.
He murmured against her hot center,"Beautiful, beautiful." His love words aroused her to a passion shehad never experienced. His thumbs moved down to open her center andhis tongue plunged inside to curl about her tiny jewel.
She was sobbing now at the exquisite tortureof his scalding mouth as he licked and thrust, licked and thrust,exploring every secret crevice of her womanhood. Every nerve in herbody responded to the hot center where he plunged so deeply withpure sensual enjoyment. Suddenly she became hot and wild andinsatiable. She was all Gypsy, all woman, as she threw back herhead and screamed her joy in a splendidly uninhibited frenzy ofsexuality.
Patrick pulled her down beneath him. He knewshe had experienced one delicious climax and he intended to arouseher immediately to another and satisfy her with the fulfillment ofbeing hard and deep inside her so that his body could feel everylast tremor.
