Page 56 of Seductive Reprise
Yet he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t help but feel the bitterness at being reduced to a mere escort on her arm, an object to be ogled and admired, something to inspire jealousy and envy. He’d nursed the hurt alongside his burgeoning anticipation, finding they fit together quite nicely, his ire complementing his desire.
“Perhaps I’d have cared for it, were it intended for me.”
“What?” She turned around to face him. She now wore nothing but a thin chemise that teased the outline of her small breasts, her erect nipples. “What is that supposed to—”
He took two fistfuls of the sad, worn fabric. With hardly an effort he tore it asunder, the sound of it rending louder than he expected.
“Jos—Yusef!” she exclaimed, her face flooding prettily with color, setting off her myriad freckles, which trailed down her neck and chest before scattering across her pale breasts.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more.” He tore the rest of the undergarment, enjoying the anger on her face nearly as much as the sight of the rest of her, nude to her waist.
With a huff and a glare, she pushed around him to get up from the bed. She then shimmied out of her drawers, unwillingto allow him near them. After a moment’s thought, she reached back to snatch her dress from the bed, then sloppily folded both garments before setting them upon an armchair.
“They may be unflattering, but I’m unwilling to sacrifice them as well,” Rose explained, her voice curt.
But then she walked back to the bed, clad only in her stockings, confident and defiant in her nudity. He couldn’t help but stare. His erection throbbed. She was perfect. Tall, long-limbed, with perky little tits and rosy nipples. Below that, a sweet tuft of curls, the same coppery red as the hair on her head. She sat next to him, and he prayed that he wouldn’t spill in his pants, not after waiting for so long.
“What did you mean, were it intended for you?” She held his gaze sternly as she reached for the fall of his trousers, working at the buttons.
Calm yourself, man. He closed his eyes, trying not to focus so much on what her fingers did. Everything rested on a delicate edge, ready to tip over at the next touch.
At last the fall was undone, revealing the line of his cock in his pants, hard and ready, eager for her hand. But, with an acute pain from the postponement, he caught her wrist as she reached for it, her fingertips just barely grazing it through the woven linen.
To his abject humiliation, Yusef groaned, fighting to keep from finishing before they even started.
“You know as well as I,” he said through his teeth, “the night belonged to your Mr. Gall.”
“What?”
The power shifted, and he slid his other arm around her waist, yanking her atop his lap with ease.
Her delightful lips formed a pout. She reared back, succeeding only in grinding herself against him, at which she gasped in the most satisfying manner.
Yusef pulled her closer, up on her knees, her breasts now at eye level.
“Your dress…” He kissed her gently, just above her nipple. “Your manner…” He licked her, drawing his tongue lower, and was rewarded with another gasp. He parted his lips, blowing hot breath upon her, teasing. And then he fell back. “Even the poor fool on your arm…” The cold anger took hold now, his voice fierce as he spat, “Was only there to inflame Mr. Gall’s jealousy.”
“I—” Rose started, but cut her explanation off with a moan when Yusef returned to his ministrations, taking her breast harshly into his mouth.
So sweet. Her skin tasted better than he could’ve ever imagined. How he needed to taste all of her, to have his fill of this delicacy he’d longed for his whole adult life. He loosened his grip on her, releasing her wrist so he might caress her side, down to her stockinged legs.
“No,” she moaned, pulling his head closer, lacing her fingers through his hair. “It’s not,” she gasped, “it’s not as you think…”
Intoxicating. Yusef nearly gave up then and there, nearly turned her over so he might rut her hard into the bed’s counterpane before he fell apart and came like the poor chaste soul he’d remained thus far. But then he recalled her flirtatious smiles, the way she’d looked at that crude, heavy brute, the way the lady painted in that trifling triptych had Titian-red hair, and his jealousy bolstered his endurance.
“I wanted it to be us,” she moaned, her hands gently pushing his head back so he might look her in the eye. “I only wanted to be with you, the way you’ve wanted.”
“Ah. Well, I do quite enjoy being paraded about like a prize stallion, so consider the evening a rousing success on that count.”
“Yusef,” she begged.
He set her aside, standing up to divest himself of his now suffocating trousers and pants. Either a play for the upper hand, or a foolhardy move on his part, considering how he could barely hold off, viewing her like this. Perched on the edge of his bed, nude, her fiery hair tumbling down over her pale, freckled shoulders. Her wet lips parted, that gap in her teeth just barely visible, his name on her tongue…
His entire body tightened.
Rose watched him, her gaze transforming from one of penitence to one of hunger as she looked down at his excruciatingly hard cock. She reached up to her chest and fondled herself as her gaze fixated on it.
He stalked back to the bed, gentle now as he laid her down, sliding her back further and spreading her legs.
