Page 39 of Beauty and the Rake
They sat in his study by the fire and talked for a long time about Graham’s memories of his beloved stallion. In one instance he recalled when Roxanne hounded him about riding Zeus. No one rode Zeus. No one until that summer afternoon when Graham spoke to Arthur about letting her try. He let her get relaxed atop him. It was then that the animal snorted, pulling aside and running. Arthur watched in dismay as he eyed his sister trying to regain control of the situation. One thing wasfor sure, she had no control, and the stallion certainly wouldn’t cease his bad behavior.
Roxanne slid out of the saddle and directly her bum hit the ground. She moaned as she got to her feet and dusted her dress off. She never let on if she were in any pain.
Walking past Arthur and Graham, who were still laughing, she mumbled something about that stupid horse. Neither heard her comment. Exasperated by both, she walked past them and headed towards the house.
“I suppose we were a little insensitive, but if you could have seen yourself flying off Zeus…” He snorted, then took a drink of brandy.
“I’m sure it was quite amusing to you and Arthur, but my bum hurt for several days afterwards.”
“Served you right.”
Slowly, with both hands on her face, he drew her towards him. He leaned down and caught her lips with his. Her hand curled around his nape, running her fingers through his hair while the other drifted up to his chest. She shivered as he nibbled at an earlobe.
“Someone might enter.”
“No one dares enter without first announcing themselves,” he replied.
“I’m not used to this.”
“What? Being with a man outside the bedroom?”
He stood and headed across the room.
“Where are you going?”
“To lock the door. I’m going to make love to you.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted her skirts. Quickly removing her undergarments and parting her legs, he gazed down at her. Her breath hitched in anticipation of what came next. He ran his fingers over her hipbones before running his tongue along her folds.
She moaned low as his tongue pressed against her nub before sucking and making her quiver with anticipation. He lifted her legs and raised them over his shoulders and continued to tease her with his tongue. Finally, all the buildup exploded, taking her over the edge. She reached for his cock and found the tip wet. She smeared the wetness onto her thigh, then guided him to her opening. Another small orgasm raced through her as he penetrated her. He pushed farther.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He continued deeper into her and pushed until he was seated to the hilt. He began to slowly thrust in and out as they established a rhythm together.
“You feel so good,” he gasped.
“Graham!” She cried out his name as she met him stroke for stroke.
Finally, he exploded inside her. Her name and filthy words flew from his mouth as he finally slowed and pushed one last time. They remained like that for a few moments. He didn’t know if it was mere seconds, a minute, an hour, or a day. He was in utopia and never wanted it to end. He wanted to carry her upstairs and take her again, this time completely naked, where he could taste her breasts and feel the rest of her flesh against his.
“I want more,” he murmured. “I want to touch every part of your body. I want you to touch me.”
“I do too.”
“You do?” He hadn’t expected that from her.
“Yes. Is the tower far from here?”
“Far enough, but it sounds like rain is hitting the windows.
“Drat,” she replied. “I suppose we’re left with no choice but to stay in your chambers, milord.”
He laughed and kissed her. “Get dressed.”
They put themselves to right and then left the library and stepped into the hallway. It was eerily quiet, but then Graham’s servants knew how to disappear into the woodwork. Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs to his chamber.
As soon as the door closed behind them, he locked it and bent down. His mouth covered hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping past her lips to toy with hers. He tasted like liquor and perhaps cigars. She felt his fingers working her clothing until she was down to her chemise. Slowly, he pulled it over her head. His hands reached for her breasts, stroking them tenderly before he pinched her nipple. He led her to the bed and quickly undressed before kissing her neck.
