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He sat again this time between her legs and smiled at her slightly surprised but definitely eager grin. Her eyes glowed with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “I take it you have no objections.”
Emmy grinned in return. “None that I can think of. Should I?”
He shook his head. “It might itch when it starts to grow back, is all.”
She shrugged. Her breasts jiggled with the motion.
Nick groaned. “Don’t do that. It makes me crazy.”
“Do what?”
“Shrug like that.”
Emmy grinned. “You mean this?” she asked and shrugged again.
“Emmy, I’m trying to concentrate here,” he warned.
She giggled, realising how deeply she was affecting him. “I’ll be good.”
“Jesus, I hope not.”
She laughed again. “You do have a way of influencing a lady, Nicky. Tomorrow, I’ll probably be embarrassed. It never occurred to me that I could be this brazen.”
He looked up from what he was about, his gaze narrowed with determination. “Tomorrow you will not be embarrassed. I expressly forbid it. You are a brazen, juicy little piece, and I’ve never loved it more.”
Emmy’s smile was purely wicked, and Nick almost stopped what he was about to kiss that adorable mouth. She came up on her elbows so she might watch the goings on and asked, “About the itch, you could always shave it for me again, couldn’t you?”
He grinned at her hopeful expression. “Any time you like.”
Her legs moved wider apart. She couldn’t have looked more relaxed, more sure of his care, more calmly serene, even as her blood began to thicken, her heart to pound loudly in her ears. “Not while we have company, surely.”
He shot her a warning look, even as a smile teased the corners of his mouth. “Don’t make me laugh, Emmy. I have a razor in my hands.”
He worked the soap into a smooth lather and coated her with it. Emmy forced back her moan of enjoyment. This teasing of her senses was delicious. She wanted it to last as long as either could stand it. In her present position, lying before him with her legs spread comfortably, she knew it wasn’t likely to be long before things progressed to the next step. She was already growing breathless when she asked, “What about while we’re in church?”
“You little witch.” Gently, he moved the straight-edged blade over her, easily reforming the triangle of curls into a soft, clean, straight line that covered only the merest portion of her.
Resting on one elbow, she watched his ministrations. Neither seemed to notice the trembling in her voice as she teased, “No? What about when your mother comes for a visit then?”
“Be good.”
“You just told me you hoped I wouldn’t be good.”
“Just for the next few seconds, then you can be as bad as you like. I won’t mind.”
She gave a knowing laugh. “I’m sure you wouldn’t.” The trembling in her voice extended to her body as every inch of her ached for more of his touch. Still, she somehow managed to control the need to beg him to continue touching her. And as he finished up what he was about she asked, “Do you think that looks better?”
Nick smiled as his gazed moved to hers. “I think everything about you is gorgeous. Whether you shave or not, it doesn’t matter.”
She bit her top lip and finally admitted, “Um, Nick, with all your fussing down there, I’m afraid I’m nearly ready to come again.”
Nick grinned, quickly wiped away the remaining suds, leaving only a thin line of hair at her slit and, with her legs still apart, gave her a quick rinse. Tenderly, he touched her clit. It was swollen to almost twice its normal size, peeking from between the lips of her pussy. It was hard. She wasn’t exaggerating. She was ready to come again. On his knees, he raised her hips, parted his robe and slid his aching cock into devastating, wet heat. “Not to worry,” he muttered, delighting in the warmth, the lusciousness of her. “You can come as much and as often as you want.”
“Oh, this feels lovely.”
“I’m going to stay very still. I want you to come again. This time, like the first, with me inside. I want to feel all of it. Only this time, I’m going to come as soon as you’re finished.”
She gasped as he played with her clit, teasing it, rolling it gently against his finger. “I can’t help it. I can’t stop,” came a near delirious moan.
He groaned softly as the first wave of her pleasure came upon her, squeezing his cock causing him to gasp for his every breath. Damn, but he’d found a prize in this woman. Could another come this many times? Would another want to?
He rammed himself hard, deeper into her as her muscles again squeezed around his cock. It was incredible. Her muscles were so strong. The pressure surrounding him tore his breath from his lungs. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if he could live through pleasure this great. It eased and tightened then eased and tightened again. And he couldn’t stop the cry of ecstasy that slipped from his lips as her body sucked his deep, deeper into the exquisitely delicious mystery of her.
He gave up all hope of remaining still and moved wildly, almost viciously against her, into her. He couldn’t stop. He wished he’d never have to stop. He heard her cry and knew she was at her limit, only she hadn’t a clue as to limits. She was going to come again and again before he was finished. He wanted to hear her cries of delight stretch long into the night.
And he would. Only right now, he couldn’t think of what this night offered. Right now he knew only this woman and the heat of her, the lusciously soft, wet heat. He’d already waited far too long. There was no way he could hold back. There wasn’t a power on earth that could stop his body from revelling in her deliciously sweet offer.
The two of them raced together towards the magic, aching for the pain, knowing nothing could compare to the tiny glimpse of heaven that awaited their pleasure.
And when they cried out, it was in unison as his body jerked forward, out of control, his wild spasms meeting hers as she eagerly rose towards him. For an instant, all grew terribly still as if hearts stopped beating and breathing ceased, then at last, with bodies shuddering, breaths non-existent, heartbeats a thunder, together they fell into the boiling caldron of mindless sensation and unbearable pleasure.
They lay still for long moments as each tried to regulate their breathing along with the pounding of their hearts. She was stretched out upon him. Her fingers explored his chest and the flat nipples she found there, when she suddenly lifted her head, supporting it with her hand and asked, “Do you realise you roar?”
“What do you mean I roar?”
“I mean just now. You roared like a lion.”
He grinned and pulled her tightly against him. “Have you ever heard a lion roar?”
“As a matter of fact I have, and he sounded just like you.”
Nick laughed. “You are a delicious little piece of ass. You know that?”
“What I know is a gentleman isn’t supposed to talk to a lady like that.”
Nick smiled, knowing she’d said the words so primly, so elegantly he might have imagined them at tea rather than positioned together naked their arms and legs entangled. “He is if he’s just loved her to madness.”
Emmy burst out laughing, her happiness knowing no bounds, as she came to kneel at his side. “What I want is to know why you talked to me like you did in the carriage? Why did you tell me I was a whore?”
“Because I was terrified, because I’m a moron,” he groaned, pulling her over him, stealing her breath as he squeezed her tightly to him, and rubbed his face against her soft breast.
“Tell me,” she insisted, coming again to his side.
“Emmy, you had to know I wanted you. You had to know I was on the verge of madness with the need to touch you.”
“And yet you fought it. Why, when you knew I was trying to seduce you?”
He reached for the wine and filled both their glasses.
As they sipped, he sat opposite her and,
unable to resist, began to play with her beautiful pink nipples. He smiled with delight as he licked and blew on them and watched the tips form delicious pebbles.
As he played, he answered her question. “I don’t know. I was mad for you when we were young. When we grew up, I forced myself not to think of you in those terms. Over the years, I somehow convinced myself that you were untouchable.”
“And you never did? Think of me that way, I mean?”
He shrugged. “I suppose I did a time or two. I got drunk the night you were married.”
“Why?”
“I told myself I was celebrating, that I was happy for you.”
“But you weren’t?”
“I don’t know what the hell I was. You thought of me like a brother, Emmy. I didn’t know how to get around that. Making you understand that I was anything but a brother appeared hopeless.”
“And the other day, when you saw I was interested, what happened?”
“It was too much for me to take in. I couldn’t believe it. Then I couldn’t resist you.”
“But you tried.”
“Obviously, something is wrong with me.”
Emmy laughed.
“So are you going to marry me?”
She smiled and looked him over with some serious scrutiny, as if inspecting a potential purchase. “You know, I think I might.”
It was Nick’s turn to laugh. “Might you? Would you care to tell me when? If I knew, I could then make sure to be there.”
She ignored his teasing. “We should wait, don’t you think, for my brother to get back from India?”
“When will that be?”
“Next month.”
“And how am I supposed to live without you, without this,” he asked, as his tongue flicked her nipple then blew upon it, “for a month?”
Emmy smiled and made a soft sound of enjoyment.
“Do you think you can live without this for a month?”
“We could take a carriage ride every night.”
Nick smiled. “I like the way you think.”
Emmy giggled as she reached between his legs. “You know right now I’m thinking about this little fell—”
She laughed as he raised one brow and failed miserably in his attempt to glare.
“I mean this big fellow,” she quickly corrected as she reached for his cock. “I didn’t get a very good look at him when we were in the carriage. And before,” she hesitated, “well, one might suppose I was a bit preoccupied to pay him too much attention.” She grinned as she glanced up at his humorous expression and asked sweetly, “Wouldn’t you say it’s time for us to get to know each other?”
At his laugh she pushed him to his back and moved to kneel between his legs. He gathered a pillow behind his head, so he might watch her at play, loath to miss anything she might be planning. “He’s not half as mysterious as you.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think he has his own form of mystery. For instance, what are his two little friends about?”
Nick choked on his laughter. “His friends?”
“Yes, these two blokes here,” she said while lifting his balls, squeezing gently in her investigation. “I assume like him, they’re also male.”
“I suppose they are.”
“So what are their names?”
Nick gave a bark of a laugh. “I’m afraid I’ve never thought to name them.”
“Why not? Everyone has a name. This guy has a name, doesn’t he?”
He shrugged. “Many call him Willy.”
She pulled back at his response and frowned. “What do you mean? How many?”
He chuckled, knowing she thought he was talking about women and immediately cleared up the matter. “What I mean is I’ve heard that most men call their friend Willy.”
“Oh,” she said then smiled. “That’s all right then.”
“I know why Willy is there, but why are they there?”
”I suppose they’re just there to keep him company.”
“Like on lonely nights?”
He grinned. “Especially on lonely nights.”
Emmy slid one finger over the length of his cock and knew some amazement as she watched it grow in length and width before her eyes. She smiled in appreciation. “Should I call him Willy?”
“You can call him anything you like as long as you keep touching him.”
“Anything except little.”
“And Mary.”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t think of it.”
“I take it he doesn’t frighten you.”
“Not at all, especially since I’ve now gotten to know him.”
“I could have told you he’s a good guy and easy to get to know.”
She nodded. “Judging from my meagre experience, I’d say he’s easy all together.”
Nick laughed. “I’m thinking you’re probably right.”
A moment later, she grinned at the twinkle of humour in his eyes. “He certainly is quick on his feet, wouldn’t you say? I mean I’ve barely touched him, and he’s already standing at attention.”
Nick gave a low moan at her delicious handling. “He can’t help it when you touch him.”
“Or when I look at him?”
“Or when he looks at you. Especially when he looks at you.”
“Oh yes, you told me once before that he can see me. This must be his eye,” she said as she leant down and pushed her tongue against the tiny hole at the tip. “Is he crying? His eye is wet.”
Nick couldn’t hold back his laughter. She was adorable. “He’s crying because he misses you.”
“Does he?” she asked with some surprise. “Already?”
“You could take away his tears.”
“Could I?” She allowed a wicked grin. “Usually a kiss soothes. Do you think he’d like it if I kissed him?”
“Kiss?” he asked on a shuddering gasp. “Him?” His enthusiasm was more than obvious even as he struggled for nonchalance, struggled to keep his hips from rising towards her mouth. “I’m sure he’s never thought of that before. You could try it, I suppose. Perhaps he would like that.”
Emmy laughed as she nuzzled her face against Nick’s inner thigh. She deposited a dozen tiny kisses over and around his huge cock until finally bestowing an opened mouthed lingering kiss that absorbed the drop of moisture at its smooth tip. He moaned in near delirium.
“Did anyone ever tell you it’s a sin to lie?”
“He made me say it,” Nick swiftly countered. “I couldn’t help it.”
She chuckled at his quick response. “Did he? Perhaps he’s not as nice as I supposed.”
“What?” he asked as she ran her tongue over his cock, sipped at the tip and sucked it into the blazing heat of her mouth. He groaned, his hips rising without thought towards the pleasure. “Oh God, Emmy.”
She eased her sucking and, to his unbearable pleasure, began to lick from the base of his cock to the rounded tip. “Judging by the sounds you’re making, I have a feeling I could convince you to do or say anything right now.”
“I’ve no doubt you could.”
“Tell me what you think.”
“I think I’m just about the most brilliant man who ever lived.”
Emmy had expected all sorts of praise bestowed upon her present efforts and knew some surprise as he complimented himself. She laughed. “Do you? I wonder why?”
“That’s simple. I’m brilliant because I kidnapped you, because I convinced you to marry me. Because I love you madly and realised in time that you feel the same.”
Emmy only chuckled softly as she nuzzled her face to his musky warmth. “I thought you were marrying me so I could help you control your cook.”
It took a moment, a long moment in fact, before Nick realised her response. The way she responded to his kisses, to his touch, it had to mean she loved him, didn’t it? She wasn’t a man, after all. Sex had to mean more to her than physical satisfaction, didn’t it? He brought her mouth and hands from the impossibly sweet investigation
of his cock and balls and slid her body up the length of his. “You do love me, don’t you, Emmy?”
“I certainly love the things you do to me,” she teased wickedly.
“You little witch. Tell me straight out. Say, I love you, Nick.” And at her hesitation he added, “And before you think of any cheeky remarks, remember I know about your knees.”
Emmy fell against him in laughter. “You wretch, can you imagine any woman resisting so charming a display of affection?” Then more seriously she pulled back and said simply, “I do love you, Nick. Truly, it seems you’ve quite stolen my heart.”
“Thank God,” he muttered, his mouth searching out the warmth of her neck as he breathed in the wonder of her. “Thank God,” he repeated as he cuddled her against him.
A moment later, she reached again for his rigid cock and asked, “Nick?”
“Mmm.”
“I was thinking rather than just saying that I love you. It might be better if I showed you.”
“That sounds interesting. Have you an idea how you might go about it?”
“You won’t think me too bold?” And with those words, she hadn’t a doubt she had his full attention.
“Ah Emmy, I probably should have told you before that a man loves it when his woman is bold. In truth, the bolder she is the more he’d going to love it. Exactly what have you in mind?”
“Well, it occurred to me that I could sit on you. Would that be all right?”
His heart began to pound, and he was suddenly barely capable of breathing never mind responding to her question. Still he finally managed a distinctly breathless, “I probably should have told you this as well. It’s a well known fact between husbands and wives that should a lady ever feel the need to sit on her husband, especially if she’s naked, she never has to ask. She should just do it.”
Emmy giggled at his supposed nonchalance, during his short tutoring session, especially since he was obviously interested, for his cock grew thicker and harder with nearly every word he spoke. “It’s well known, you say?” she asked doubtfully. “Odd that I’ve never heard of it then.”
“Well, as I remember, you didn’t have the most conventional marriage.”
“While you’ve never been married at all.”