Page 56 of The Love Potion
“Here?”
It wasn’t respectable, but he didn’t want to stop. And she was so ripe that he used a foot to pull a stool close.
“Put your foot there,” he said, guiding her. She complied, though the movement was awkward. He eased her fears as much as he could, kissing her while he wrapped her left hand around a vertical part of the rack. Finally, he guided her right hand to his shoulder.
She was braced and open to him. Indeed, he would remember this sight for the rest of his life. Kynthea, so innocent and yet so open with her eyes dazed and her breasts free. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
“When it gets overwhelming,” he said, “press your mouth to my neck. It will muffle the sound.” And let him feel the intensity of her breath. He waited until she nodded, and then he set both his hands around her raised calf before sliding upwards. Over her knee and up her thigh, her skirt rising with him. Then he found the top of her stocking and kept going.
“Your Grace!” she exclaimed, but it wasn’t a protest. Nevertheless, he paused.
“Do you want me to kiss you again? As a distraction? Or would you rather experience it just as you are?” Then his expression softened. “Or I will stop. If you want.”
“No!” Then she swallowed. “I want to know. Truly!”
“Very well then.” He winked at her. “A quick kiss first.”
It wasn’t a quick kiss. It was slow and deliberate. She melted into it. And when he pulled back, his fingers slipped between her thighs.
She was wet and, he thought, trembling. Her hand was tight on his shoulder, but her expression was interested. Eager even.
“Will you…will you put…” She didn’t have the words, and her cheeks were crimson.
“Not this time,” he said. Then his fingers began to explore her in earnest. God, if the scent of her arousal made him dazed with hunger, the feel of her so wet made his blood pound with need. But he knew better than to rush this.
He spread her wetness around, he stroked her petals open, and he rolled his thumb up over her pearl while she shivered in reaction. As if she were throwing off a lifetime of restraint, she dropped her head back, further exposing her throat and breasts. They moved with her breath while he stroked in and up. Inside her heat, then up across her pearl.
Her back arched, her breath came in hot gasps. And then he increased his tempo.
He could feel inside her as she clenched, then mewed with her need. The rack behind her began to shake and he worried for its stability. He didn’t want it tumbling down and he didn’t want to interrupt her experience, but he had no choice.
“Come here,” he rasped.
She blinked at him. “What?”
He pulled her toward him, quickly flipping her around. Her bottom pressed against his erection, and what he wouldn’t give to plow into her from behind right here and now. Hedidn’t. Instead, he bent her over the table. Her breasts dangled unrestrained, and he indulged himself as he squeezed them. Her nipples were so sensitive!
Then when he was sure she was ready, he pulled up her skirt again. Her legs were set wide, and he slid his hand down between her folds.
Inside and up. Inside and up.
She liked it when he drew the callouses of his finger across her pearl. She arched into it, and he…God help him, he felt as if he might explode in his clothing like a boy. Instead, he pressed his lips to her neck. He tasted the salt on her skin and whispered into her ear.
“Can you hold back your cry?”
She nodded.
“Good.”
He pulled his finger over her pearl again.
Faster. Harder.
Sweeter.
Her body arched.
She pressed down against him.
