Page 74 of A Naughty Proposal for His Winter Countess
He'd never be one to find pleasure in only kissing, but having Harriet like this, so open and trusting, he let his lips show her his love. The sublime feel of her pillowy lips moving on his, her tentative sucking on his tongue, and the taste of tart lemon sweetness in her mouth, had him mourning its loss when he had to part to breathe.
During their kisses, Daniel found himself on his back with Harriet on top of him. She straddled him and braced herself on her elbows, while he held her pert bottom. The press of her nipples on his chest was tantalizing and tempting.
She lifted up on her elbows and wiggled her hips. The motion had the neck of her nightgown falling enough that he could see her unfettered breasts.
“You're aroused,” she whispered.
“I am,” Daniel replied, while sliding a hand up her back. “That happens when I'm with you, Sweetling.”
“May I do something to lessen your discomfort?” she asked, dropping a kiss on the side of his jaw. “I think it's only right that I repay you for the many pleasures you've given me.”
Paralyzed by indecision, Daniel debated too long because Harriet was already working on the placket of his breeches.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to touch you,” Harriet replied, “it's only fair, isn't it?”
“I only want to comfort you,” Daniel weakly protested.
“And I want to touch you,” she replied. “Will you deny me, Darling?”
Battling with himself, Daniel imagined the many ways she could pleasure him, he said, “You will only touch me, understood.”
Harriet pouted, just as he had expected, “Only touch? You're no fun.”
Her expression made his erection swell fiercely, and the soft pop of the buttons had his heart hammering in his chest. When she touched him, he hissed under his breath; the feel of her skin on him was so much more than he had expected. He was so aroused that he was stiff as a rod of iron. He could feel the pulse of his turgid veins under her fingers.
“Zounds,” she whispered, “you’re enormous.”
Closing his eyes, Daniel said, “Let's find if your theory lives up to execution, Sweetheart.”
Harriet's fingers wrapped around his thick root and she began to stroke him lightly. She fixed her grip and ran her thumb on the principal vein on the underside.
Groaning, Daniel said, “Stronger grip, Love.”
Her fist tightened around him and she laughed quietly, “How do you walk with this?”
Aside from himself, Daniel laughed. “It only becomes a beast when I'm with you. You might want to use both hands.”
Harriet rested both hands on his length, one fist under his crown and the other on his root. She worked him masterfully, and watching her dainty finger pump his rod gave him paroxysms of pleasure.
“How am I doing?” she asked.
Groaning in the back of his throat, Daniel reached up to cup her face, “Keep going, Love, your talent is exceptional.”
Harriet moved one hand to cup and roll his stones, while her other hand stroked him. He was lingering on the edge of eruption, and the pressure built like water rushing into a dam.
Just as he was about to warn her, Harriet enveloped him in her hot mouth and he exploded as her tongue massaged his pulsing rod. He wanted to pull her off him, but a flash of selfishness ran through him.
When he stopped pulsing, Harriet pulled off him and he missed the heat of her mouth. He opened his eyes to see her cheeky smile.
“How was that?” she asked.
Daniel moved his hand to cup her chin, “I said that I'd allow you to touch me.”
Harriet fixed him back in his breeches before slipping off his body to lay beside him. Resting a hand in his chest, she kissed his jaw, “I'm not sorry. I do want to be wicked, remember?”
Kissing her neck, Daniel complimented her, “You did very well, Sweetheart, despite the improvisation, I'm very pleased. May I comfort you now?”
