Page 116 of Doxy for the Ton
“Alexander, I…” she said as she arched her back once more in offering. “I—Oh!”
She let out a cry as his hot, wet mouth clamped over her breast. He suckled hard, drawing her nipple into his mouth, then a spike of pain morphed into pleasure as he grazed his teeth over the tip. He continued to feast on her, then he lifted his head and smiled, his eyes almost black with desire, before he gave her other nipple the same loving attention.
When he withdrew and sat up, the skin of her breasts tightened at the rush of cold air. She tried to sit, but he pushed her back, a smile of satisfaction on his lips.
“Oh no, my sweet one,” he whispered, “I’ve not finished with you yet. Lie back.”
Her body obeyed, sinking into the bed, and she parted her thighs.
“That’s my good girl.”
A pulse of pleasure throbbed in her center at his gentle praise, and he placed his hands on her thighs and nudged them further apart.
“Much as I enjoyed supper at Mrs. Briggs’s, I find I’m hungry again,” he said. “Perhaps it’s time for dessert—something a little sweeter.”
He dropped his gaze to her thighs, and shyness engulfed her as he looked upon such an intimate part of her.
Then he lowered his head, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled. Beset by panic, she stiffened.
“Alexander, I…”
He lifted his gaze. “What is it, my sweet?”
“You… I mean, I…” She swallowed her shame. “I’ve never…”
“You mean you’ve never had a man pleasure you with his tongue…?”
She blinked back tears and shook her head. He grew still, and she braced herself for ridicule.
But none came.
“Will you trust me?” he asked.
She nodded. She had already given him her trust the moment she accepted him into her bedchamber.
“Then lie back and let me give you that which you have denied yourself for too long,” he said. “Your body is beautiful and deserves to experience pleasure.Youdeserve pleasure, and I’ll not let anyone—even you—deny it.”
He placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, then inhaled.
“Ah,” he whispered. “Your body is ready for pleasure—the most perfect scent known to man. And I shall treasure it, for I know it’s for me”—he placed a kiss on her curls—“allfor me.”
He flicked his tongue against her skin, and she drew in a sharp breath as the sensation of pleasure began to build.
“Let it happen, my love,” he whispered. “You’re safe with me.”
He dipped his tongue into her curls, and she swallowed a cry as he ran the tip along her flesh. He grew still, as if he waited, and she parted her thighs wider, chasing the pleasure. He let out a growl of approval, and she tilted her hips while he dipped his tongue in and out. A surge of pleasure flooded her center and a shudder vibrated through her bones, rippling across her body until, after a few heartbeats, it subsided.
Sweet heaven!How could so much pleasure be taken from his ministrations? Not even at her own hand had she elicited such sensations. It was as if her body were an instrument and she a mere novice—but he was its master, a true proficient in the art of pleasure.
He lifted his head and smiled. Then he crawled on top of her, molding his body over hers, as if they were two halves of the same whole.
“My beautiful Mimi,” he said. “Do you know how much I’ve longed to see the pleasure in your eyes? Are you ready for pleasure at my touch?”
“There’s more?”
His eyes flared. “Oh, my love, what has life denied you?
He shifted position until she could feel him, hard and hot, moving slickly against her flesh. A deep pulse throbbed in her center, like the glow of a flame, moving in and out as each breath ignited it further. Then he eased himself inside her, inch by inch, as if he savored each moment until he was fully sheathed. He closed his eyes, his lips curving with pleasure while he withdrew and entered her again.
