Page 87 of Nothing But a Rakehell
“Lucy showed me where the naughty books are hidden in the library.”
He lifted his head. “Tensford has naughty books in the library?”
“I don’t think he knows about them. They have been there a long time, it seems. But the servants know they are there.” She paused. “At least the lower servants. I doubt the housekeeper would sanction them staying.”
He gave a heartfelt groan. “Please do not discuss the housekeeper while you . . .” He gave a nod to her hand still wrapped around him.
She shrugged. “In any case, Lucy showed me, since I’d already seen one, or so she believed. She said I might find answers to my questions.” She moved her hand again. “It only gave me more questions, though. Do men really like that? The thing with mouths?”
“Yes.” Heroically, he managed not to sound over-eager.
“And women enjoy doing it?”
“Some do.”
“And woman enjoy . . . when the favor is returned?”
He raised a brow at her. “The women I’m with, do so.”
Her grip tightened, and he winced, laughing. “Or at least, I believe they do.”
She let go of him, braced her hands on his thighs, and started to move back.
“Glory,” he began.
“I want to try it.” She paused and looked up at him. “Do you object?”
He stared at her, naked and beautiful and eager to please and be pleased, and he sent silent thanks up to anyone who might be listening. He shook his head and watched avidly while she leaned over him. Experimentally, she moved closer and ran her tongue up the length of him. He clutched his fists in the blankets below and cursed right out loud.
She grinned, clearly heady with her own power and hold over him, then she leaned in and took him in her mouth.
His head dropped back and his hips thrust up. Her soft, sweet tongue explored and her mouth was so warm and wet. She showed every sign of enjoyment at his moans and he braced himself, letting her have her way while every muscle in him went tight and he fought not to lace his fingers in her hair.
Hell and damnation, nothing had ever looked or felt so good as her mouth moving over him, while stray locks of her hair fell forward to caress his skin.
She sat up suddenly and wiped her lip in a delicate motion. “I think I should like to—”
She never finished the sentence. He surged up and clasped her against him, spinning her around and beneath him in one smooth move. He moved between her thighs and reached down to stroke her wet sex.
“Oh, yes,” she said on a groan. “That will do, as well.”
He stroked harder, allowing her whimpers and movements to set the pace. Gradually he increased both, until her pleasure was climbing and she began to make small sounds of urgency.
He took his hand away and poised at her entrance. “Yes,” she said, wild and fervently.
He eased his way in, clenching his teeth against the feel of her tight, hot embrace. Her eyes had gone wide. “Oh, heavens. Yes. Keswick . . .I didn’t . . . I want . . .”
He would celebrate the sheer triumph of making her next to speechless, if he weren’t so caught up in the incredible feel of her.
He moved carefully, but she didn’t wince or pause even a beat in her encouragement. And then he was in, slid all the way home, and it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
She made several unintelligible sounds, then let out a long sigh. “Oh, yes.”
He thrust hard, then, and she moaned her approval. And he was lost in the rhythm, moving with quick purpose. She tossed and twisted beneath him, rising up to meet his every stroke. He could feel her reaching, reaching, so he put a hand between them and touched her slick nub and in just a moment the wave broke over her.
“Yes, Keswick.” Her body arched against him and she gripped him hard. He gritted his teeth and held on while she shattered around him and then he was thrusting again, hard and deep, while she held on with her arms around his shoulders. Their bodies rocked and his hips drove faster. When he couldn’t hold back a moment longer, he twisted away and with a groan of agony and ecstasy, he spilled his release onto the blanket.
And then he rolled back and collapsed onto her, his head resting on her breast.
