Page 41 of Obsession: The Unspoken Sin
Her pulse pounding, Alice nodded once and lifted her right foot first and then the next.
Without a word spoken, Laurence slipped the material all the way off. With the same beautifully tender regard he showed her and her body, he set Alice’s gown aside so it lay upon the floor beside them.
Her breath quivered.
He was the only man she’d ever wanted—the only one she needed. She’d longed for Laurence to be the one to teach her passion, and settled for less, and what she’d known with her faithless, fleeting lover had left her cold, empty, and absent of carnal pleasure.
Laurence remained in full-kneel, with his head bowed. His body conveyed what his words needn’t.
What would she allow him to do to her next?
Alice inhaled sharply.
Somehow, through the ravenous desire consuming her, she found the strength to speak. “Look at me, my lord.”
He immediately complied with her sharp command.
Their gazes locked; the heat of her hungering was reflected back in his. Their chests rose and fell in a fast, like rhythm.
Lying back on her elbows, Alice let her legs splay. “Put your hand between my legs and make me come,” she impelled.
Laurence drew in a breath on a sharp inhale. His nostrils went into a full-flare like a ravenous beast ready to rut.
“As my mistress commands,” he purred.
Then he set to work giving Alice exactly what she craved. He palmed her mound and placed the heel of his hand over her sodden curls, applying a deep pressure. Every nerve ending and fiber of her body tunneled on her hungry center.
He teased her swollen folds with a lone, long finger.
All the air left her lungs on a swift exhale.
Impatient for his touch, Alice jerked her hips up. “I saidtouchme,” she ordered.
Laurence did not disappoint in following that directive. No, he attended her and the assignment like an enthusiastic, obedient servant who lived to fulfill his employer’s wishes.
This time, there was no gentleness. He pushed the heel of four fingers hard against her pulsing cunny. A hiss exploded from between her teeth. Laurence, her friend, now lover, alternately put pressure where she ached and eased a single finger along her slit.
“Like this?” he murmured.
Suddenly, he pressed two fingers deep inside her.
Alice cried out, and her hips jerked wildly. Nodding wildly, she undulated in opposite rhythm of his downward strokes.
Her pulse pounded like the steady beat of a drum, and every part of her centered on the splendorous torture he inflicted upon her.
Eyes closed, Alice sank further back on her elbows and rocked against him.
She’d known it could be like this. When a woman lived in a gaming hell, amongst debauchery and libidinous worshippers of sin, one learned all too quick everything there was to know about lovemaking. It was impossible not to. Alice lived amidst women who made their coin from the carnal. She was surrounded byliterary works like theSu Nu Jing,Kama Sutra,The Perfumed Garden, and Sappho’s erotic poetry. When she’d first arrived, she’d been instructed to study on the Khajuraho Temples, Chunhua, or spring pictures from the Ming and Qing dynasties, the classical erotica of Pompeii and Herculaneum…and more.
Laurence continued to slip his fingers through her wetness. He smeared the hot dew of her desire over her curls and around her clit.
A slow shiver traveled through Alice. Her eyes closed, she focused on breathing and…onfeeling.
Yes, she’d known it could be like this. She’d just never believed it would be like this…for her.
She’d chosen a second to Laurence—the man she could not have—and ultimately ended up with nothing. Not love. Not true passion. Not lust-filled surrender and surcease.
For the first time, her body was awake. Now, she learned what it was tofeelhow it was to come alive in a lover’s arms.
