Page 62 of The Confessions of a Lady
Men really were odd creatures.
Penny huffed out a breath. ‘Should I just slip it on?’
He took his cock in hand. A clear bead formed at the end. Penny felt unaccountably hot. A hollow ache bloomed and she clenched her thighs together. ‘Open the end and slide it on, then tie it at the base with the ribbon.’
‘Like a stocking?’
Liam chuckled again. ‘Yes. Like a stocking.’
Better image than Mrs O’Brian stuffing a sausage.
Penny reached out and held his cock steady. It was like heated metal, the skin as soft as a petal. A vein on the underside pulsed against her finger. She tried to swallow but couldn’t. ‘I didn’t think it would be so…’
‘Impressive?’ Liam’s hopeful smile alleviated her anxiety.
‘It’s hard to judge after only seeing one. I would have to view a large number before I could make a true assessment of its level of impressiveness.’ She raised a brow and gave him a wicked smile.
Who was this version of Penny Smith? Holding the Marquess of Stoneway’s cock in her hand and making jokes. She very much liked this woman.
‘Cheeky little minx.’
She laughed a breathy exhalation of sound then returned her attention to the task at hand. With shaking fingers, she carefully eased the sheath over his penis then tied the ribbon at its base. His hair was coarse and tangled in her fingers. She wanted to explore what was hidden from view but lost her courage. Glancing up to make sure she hadn’t done something wrong, Liam’s expression froze her in place.
Black pupils almost completely eclipsed his amber gaze. His breath came fast, and he clenched his teeth together, making his jaw muscles jump.
‘Are you well?’ She barely recognised her own voice, so rough with need.
‘Kiss me, Penny.’
An excellent idea.
She needed to stop thinking. To be swept away. To feel the riot of sensations cascading through her body instead of getting lost in her spinning apprehension.
Gripping his shoulders to steady herself, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth against his, opening for him and sucking his bottom lip between her teeth. He growled, wrappingher in his arms and pulling her close. The hot ridge of his erection pressed into her belly. His tongue tangled with hers in a delicious slide. Pulling back, he sucked, nipped, savoured her like a rare treat. Inviting her to play with him. And oh, did she want to play.
She ran her hands up his shoulders, along the tendons of his neck, into the thick curls where she gripped tight. He swept her up in a shocking moment of weightlessness, then fell with her on the bed, lifting and scooching her up to the centre.
Lying beneath him, Penny was a small, fragile thing. Something she’d never felt before. But instinctually, she knew he would not break her.
He nudged his thick thigh between her legs. The crinkle of his coarse hair rubbed over her delicate skin. An ache pulsed in her core and he pressed his leg harder, just there, easing some of her need, stoking the fire burning low in her belly, melting her reservations in a molten wave of desire.
Hot, firm lips sucked her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as he nibbled with sharp teeth then blew softly over the sensitised bud.
‘Liam!’
His growled response caused a new wave of need to wash through her, culminating where his thigh ground against the hard nub between her drenched folds. All sensation coalesced in that small little bundle.
Long, clever fingers trailed down her body. He lifted his hips to make room for his hand, spreading her open, rubbing the pad of his index finger in maddening circles.Hard. Soft. So close. Not quite. Tighter. Just. There.
She screamed as a wave of pleasure stole her thoughts, her breath, her soul.
Before she could come down from the heights, he spread her legs wider, making room for his body in the cradle of hers.
‘This will hurt, Penny. But only for a moment. Are you ready?’
She didn’t hesitate. She wanted this. Looking into his hooded eyes, she nodded. ‘Yes.’
She felt the nudge of his blunt head at her entrance a moment before he thrust.
