Page 71 of The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes
“I’d like to do that for you,” he rumbled against her skin.
“By... all... means,” she managed to exhale.
She arched up as his fingers replaced hers, stroking outside and then within her folds. Ecstasy rocketed through her—touching herself had always been something she enjoyed but to havehimdo it again made her pleasure soar even higher. And the way he touched her, softly at first and then with deliberate intent to wring out as much bliss from her as he could. His thumb caressed her clitoris in dizzying circles, and his fingers traced her entrance. When he sank one finger into her passage, she cried out.
“Too much?” he rasped, stilling.
“It’s good... it’s so good.”
“There’s my love,” he said roughly. He stroked in and out of her, finding a spot within her thatsparked with every thrust. “I want to give you more, to make you ready for me.”
“Do it,” she demanded.
He added a second finger to his first, stretching her. As he pumped into her, his thumb continued its exquisite attentions to her clitoris.
Release hovered close, so close she could reach out and grab it.
“Let yourself go, love,” he urged her between bites. “Use me and fly.”
She worked her hips onto his hand, until her climax struck with breathtaking force. Her cry broke free as her body bowed, born upward on sensation, shaped by his relentlessness.
He softened his hold on her neck, and licked the spot where he’d bitten her. “Beautiful, beautiful creature. But you’d like more. And I’ll give you whatever you want. Anything. Everything.”
“Everything?” She lifted her face.
His grin was wicked, knowing and eager to give her whatever she desired. “Tell me what you seek.”
The impulse to dismiss it, to say that it was nothing, threatened to choke her. She’d done so many incredible, bold things tonight. Could she be even bolder? Could she do as he’d urged and free herself?
She could, with him.
“That scene I recited at Mr. Longbridge’s party,” she whispered. “The one from the Lady of Dubious Quality’s book, where the man... the man put his mouth on the woman’s quim.”
Kieran’s smile turned ferocious. “And you want that for yourself.” When she nodded, he said, “Tell me. Let me hear the words.”
“I’d like you to...” She gulped. “To lick my pussy.”
His grin vanished, replaced by fiery hunger that made her pulse hammer. He kissed her deeply, his hands pinning hers to the cushions of the chaise.
Then he was gone, kissing his way down her neck—pausing briefly to bite her once more—before continuing on down her body. He lingered at her breasts, moving from one to the other as he sucked and tongued her nipples, then drifted lower.
She held her breath as his lips brushed across the roundness of her belly. He pressed kisses to the tops of her thighs, first on the outside, and then he kissed closer and closer to her sex.
He stopped moving, and she looked down. Arousal and embarrassment warred in her to see his shoulders between her legs, his gaze fastened on her quim.
The man in the Lady of Dubious Quality’s book hadn’t done that. He’d gone straight in to lick the woman’s pussy.
“Is... something wrong?”
“It’s perfect.” He didn’t tear his eyes from her. “If this is to be my one time looking at you like this, I want to remember everything. You’ll be burned into my vision, so whenever I close my eyes, this is what I see. You, and your gorgeous, wet cunt.”
“Kieran,” she moaned. He, who knew how to speak so beautifully, undid her by using the crudest words.
“But there’s a time for looking,” he said in a deep voice, “and there’s a time for doing.”
He lowered to her. She cried out again as his tongue delved into her, tasting and feasting on herwith single-minded intent. It was a wonder, his mouth upon her pussy, and when he sucked her clitoris between his lips, she had to grab the back of the chaise. She gripped it harder when he flicked his tongue against her nub, stroking his fingers into her passage.
Hefuckedher with his mouth, ferociously pleasuring her. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but she did so she could revel in the sight of him, still in his coat, waistcoat, and neckcloth, abandoning himself to fulfilling her fantasy.
