Page 110 of Love ad Lib
He stepped back to maintain the appropriate space between them. She hooked her finger inside the top of his trousers, pulling him back.
‘Paragraph four.’ She pointed. ‘Any acts that involve bodily contact will be initiated solely by Libby Fletcher.’ She looked up, trying to keep her voice steady. ‘So, Henry. If I initiate acts that involve bodily contact, are you happy that we’re still working within the letter of this contract?’
He swallowed.
She raised an eyebrow.
He nodded.
She dropped the contract to the floor and touched the back of his neck. He inhaled sharply, his plump lips parting, his pupils dilating until the irises disappeared into velvet pools of darkness. Her other hand pulled on his trousers to bring his body flush with hers. She sucked in a breath as she felt the thickness of his cock pushing against the thin cotton of her dress.
‘Libby.’ His voice was a caress, sending a shiver trembling through her.
She clutched his cravat, bringing his mouth to hers until their lips touched with a spark. Her heart was tripping over itself in a rush to propel her closer, but she forced herself to move slowly, brushing her lips with his as his breath became faster and his cock harder against her stomach.
‘Henry,’ she whispered.
‘Yes?’
‘Kiss me.’
His restraint dissolved with a groan and his arms encircled her tightly, his hot lips pressed to hers. His kisses were intense, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and sending tingles to the tips of her toes. One hand cradled the back of her head, the other bunched up the fabric of her dress to grip her backside and keep her pressed tight against him. His lips were fire, his desire explosive. It was as if he were a condemned man and worshipping her was the only thing that would save his life.
A whirlwind of fractured thoughts and pleasure spun through her. Despite her frequent fantasies, nothing had prepared her for the desperate passion that the controlled and contained Henry Foxbrooke was unleashing.
His tongue licked flames into her mouth. They flickered through her, lighting fires that burned brighter with his every touch. It was too much to keep track of. Her body was no longer hers; it had utterly and completely bent to his will.
Her knees gave way and he caught her, carrying her to the bed and placing her down gently. He raised his head and gazed at her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes unfocused.
‘God, Libby,’ he whispered.
She stroked his face. His gaze was so reverent. As if she was the only woman in the whole of existence.
‘Libby, Libby, Libby.’ He punctuated each murmured word with his lips, kissing, licking and nipping down her neck as she writhed beneath him.
‘Oh god, Libby.’ He reached the heaving plumpness of her breasts, pushed up by the bodice of her dress, and buried his face in her cleavage with a groan.
She twisted beneath him, freeing her left leg and wriggling until he lay between her thighs, his cock just where she wanted it. His mouth fell on hers again and she clutched him to her, grinding her swollen pussy against him. Spots flashed on and off behind her eyes as she struggled to get enough air.
She ripped her head from his. ‘Henry, I can’t breathe.’
In an instant he leapt off and flipped her onto her front, flicking open the tiny buttons on the back of her dress. As soon as the first few were released, she gasped, but it didn’t calm her desire. She was desperate to have him on top of her again, his hard weight pressing her into the mattress, his mouth making her body sing.
She whimpered and he straddled her, rocking his length into the crease of her bottom. One hand undid the buttons, the other stroked the side of her face, running a finger across her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth and nipped the end, bucking against his cock as he continued to drive it backwards and forwards.
‘Libby,’ he growled, pulling the top of the dress off her arms and down to her waist. She was only wearing a thin cotton slip underneath. He turned her onto her back then straddled her again, pinning her thighs between his and devouring her with his eyes. The slip was almost transparent and her nipples were poking through, aching to be touched.
He traced the shape of her breasts through the material and she arched up to him, her breath coming faster. He rubbed her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and electricity shot through her body, straight to her clit.
‘Oh my god! Henry, don’t stop.’
His thighs tightened around hers as he touched and tugged, rocketing her up to heaven.
Just as she thought she couldn’t go higher, his hot mouth was on her breast, sucking her nipple through the thin cotton. She cried out with pleasure and he sucked harder.
‘Henry, Henry,’ she moaned, holding his head tight to her chest.
She was caught beneath him, imprisoned in sensation that multiplied and collided with every stroke of his tongue.
