Page 42 of In Compromise with the Earl
“Don’t hide from me,” he said roughly. “I want to see these beautiful eyes sparkle when you come undone for me.”
She arched her neck to allow him access, and he kissed along her throat. His broad hand cupped her breast and through the thin cloth, it was if he were touching her bare skin. Her breasts were swollen, rising and falling rapidly, and her nipples were pebbles under his hand.
He did away with the tie of her robe but did not undress her. Instead, he laid his hot mouth over her bud as his other hand molded her breast, teasing the tight nipples beneath the fabric.
She couldn't take the torture much longer. He flicked his tongue, and nipped with his teeth, teasing the bud into full pertness before moving on to do the same to the other. “Don't stop,” she moaned, while gripping his hair.
He blew softly against the wet silk, and she trembled. Looping one leg around his waist, she accidentally opened herself to him and Oswald slid the silk up higher, his gaze dropping to the shapely line of her legs all the way up to the crown of fluffy blonde curls.
“Have you ever been touched?” he asked, throatily.
“No,” her voice trembled, “but I want you to.”
Instead, he found her eyes and asked, “What sort of debauchery do you know about?”
“I’ve read about wicked kisses when men put their mouth on women,” she said breathily. “And when women do the same to men.”
He ran two fingertips along the line of her inner thigh and Aphrodite both trembled and sighed with pleasure. The sigh turned into a gasp when his finger slid up her mound and pleasure radiated from the juncture of her thighs.
A flush of wetness had her eyes flying open and her hands darting to cover herself but Oswald stopped her. “No. Don’t hide from me.”
“I—” she blushed hotly. “What are you going to do? I feel…debauched.”
He laughed lowly. “Not yet, Sweetling.”
With her breath lodged in her throat, she watched as he lifted a leg and began to kiss from her inner knee up to her thigh and then—she bit her lip—at her open sex, his wicked tongue, met and slid through her tender folds with erotic accuracy.
Her hands sunk into his hair while a strangled cry hiccupped in her throat. Pleasure that she had never known existed trapped her virginal body in a cage. Her breath left her in shuddering gasps, and a gasping sob rose in her throat when he licked her again.
He held her legs wide in his hands, breathed a warm breath over her flesh and licked one heated swipe up her before drawing her nub of pleasure into his mouth and sucking hard. Aphrodite’s mouth fell open in a silent scream while she undulated her hips, reaching for something more.
The sensual sensations built steadily, overwhelming her senses, and as she could not take anymore, Oswald eased a finger inside her. He began to move his digit, slowly at first, but steadily as he worshipped her with his mouth. Tremors took her out of the blue, and a sweet cry flew from her mouth as her bliss shook her.
She lay there, trying to hold onto the vestiges of pleasure that sang through her body. When she managed to open her eyes, Oswald was beside her, gathering her into his side. She rested on his chest, relaxing into his embrace, her body luxuriating in the aftermath of unknown, unexpected bliss.
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Tightening his hold on the warm body in his arms, Oswald felt a peaceful sense envelop him, much as the jasmine scent in his nose and on his skin. He kissed a shapely ear while he swam further to consciousness. Opening his eyes, his gaze skimmed over Aphrodite’s face.
She looked so angelic in her sleep, her long lashes a sable line, tipping her cheeks. Her plump lips were parted softly, and her cheeks were a pale rose shade. She looked so innocent, and while the memories of her taste rested on his tongue as she had her first orgasmic bliss, she was still so pure.
He traced her arching brow and tender jawline with his eyes before using her fingertips. “What am I to do with you?” he murmured. “More importantly, what are you doing to me?”
She stirred in her sleep and slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Instead of saying a word, she tilted her chin up and pressed her lips to his. “So, I was not dreaming then.”
“About what you and I did?” his lips quirked. “No, Sweetling, that was not a dream.”
“I have never imagined that sort of pleasure existed,” she whispered.
Tucking an errant hair from her eyes, he watched her eyes before replying, “That was not much. The real ecstasy comes from coupling, and no, Sprite, we shall not be doing that.”
A soft pout took her lips. “How is it that we moved from you not wanting to dance with me that night to me being in your bed?”
His lips twisted. “A convoluted series of unfounded prejudices, unexpected realizations, twists and turns, with a manic-obsessed Duke sprinkled somewhere between, I think.”
She slipped her hands around his nape. “Is it normal to feel anxious in this situation? I have never done this before, you know.”
His lips curved ever so slightly. “Do not worry, I will take care of you.” Her lips trembled at the deep languid kiss, before he pulled away. “It’s nearly dawn, you should be getting back to your chamber before your absence is discovered.”
