Page 57 of Sinful Persuasion of a Lady in the Making
He pushed her further back until he, too, was standing, and then he pulled her back into him, kissing her passionately, his hands on her neck, her back. She could feel his manhood through her gown and she pushed herself closer to him, thrusting her breasts at his chest.
He walked her backwards, step by slow step, their mouths still pressed against each other, their tongues still searching, probing. Until she felt against her back the bark of the oak tree. He pushed her hard against it, pushing his mouth against hers in a fit of lust, and she moaned.
“Yes,” she said, her lips tightening against his as she smiled.
She lifted her foot from the ground and let it rest against the tree, so that her bent knee rested against his legs. He bent down, kissing her chest, one hand fervidly pushing away her bodice until his mouth could reach further, his tongue running across the curve of her breast.
With the other hand, he inched up her skirt, the fabric tickling her legs as it went, and she laughed, her flirtatious and lustful giggle in his ear, the movement of the fabric and the anticipation of what was to happen sending quivers down her spine.
“Yes,” she moaned again, as the cool air hit her thighs, already slick with desire and ready for him. “Yes, please, Sebastian, please.”
He pulled back just long enough to show her his cocky grin, his tongue resting on his top lip, his eyes bright and needy. And then, as he returned to kissing her once more, his fingers pushed her thighs apart.
Without pause, without question or compliment, Sebastian thrust a finger into Jenny, and she gasped loudly, her knees buckling and her body falling onto his. He had her, steadied her, chuckled and whispered in her ear.
“It’s all right, I’ve got you. Just enjoy it.”
She looked into his eye, mouth open, tip of her tongue out, and she gasped.
“I am,” she rasped, still not trusting her legs to hold her up. She clung desperately to Sebastian, her arms tight around him as he moved his hand rhythmically, kissing her in time to his movements.
She squeaked, wanting to scream, wanting to cry out, but forcing her lips closed. And then it came. The pleasure, the release, the relief.
It flooded over her with such force that she couldn’t breathe. Her whole body tensed, her brow furrowed, and then… then it died away leaving in its wake a tingling between her legs and at her chest and on the soles of her feet.
She let out a shuddering sigh, and Sebastian chuckled again.
“Are you all right?” he whispered, although with a grin that told her he knew exactly how she felt.
“More than all right,” she said, her voice barely more than a rasp.
They stayed in that position for a number of minutes, Jenny unable to move, Sebastian kissing her gently, on the lips, on her neck, on her forehead, telling her over and over how special she was, how much he loved her. He slowly lowered her skirt.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her head down against his chest, as she let her still-raised foot fall back to the floor.
He pulled her toward him, holding her close, and she felt his warmth throughout. It felt as though his arms were made just for her, for she fitted so perfectly between them.
And then they heard the back door to the house slam, and footsteps crunching over the gravel.
Sebastian and Jenny leaped apart. Sebastian tried—and failed—to keep the grin from his face, and Jenny prayed that she didn’t look flustered, that her cheeks, if pink, were not too bright, too noticeable.
She quickly grabbed Sebastian’s arm and turned him back onto the path, so that they continued their walk but it was too late.
“What’s going on here?” Luke sounded furious, and his footsteps slapping on the ground sounded equally so.
Jenny quickly spun around, her mouth open and her eyes wide, a terror rushing through her.
“I—” she stuttered, not knowing what to say.How much did he see?
Sebastian turned slower, but with a friendly smile.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Jones,” he said.
“I’m talking to my sister,” Luke growled through gritted teeth. He turned his glare on Jenny. “I forbade you from seeing this rotter again.” He gesticulated at Sebastian and Jenny cringed.
“Yes, but—”
“I go away to work, to make our lives better, and I get back not only to find that you ignored my wishes, but you are kissing him, too! This is exactly why I didn’t want you seeing him in the first place. He is nothing more than a scoundrel.”
