Page 60 of A Lady of Means
“The naked kind, definitely,” she said, reaching for his trousers.
They’d started this before, in a rowboat, in his club, at a party, but now they were alone.How many more moments would they get like this before he had to answer the call of duty and leave her behind?
“Are you sure?”He stilled her hands.
“These clothes?I need them off you or…” she shook her head, still looking at his perfect form.“I swear I’m going to go mad.”
She pulled at his shirt as he lifted his arms for her to haul it off and throw it over the back of the settee.His broad bared chest heaving made her impatient.
“Are you sure you aren’t outrunning your feelings?”
“I’mrunning towarda different feeling,” she answered, gripping his erection through his breeches, when he let out a groan.“A very hard one.”
He let out a curse, nipping her shoulder.
“You are not the only one with a wicked mouth.”She kissed his neck, licking her way down his bared chest, stopping to nip at one of his perfect light brown nipples.
“That so?”
“Would you like a demonstration?”she said, undoing his breeches, freeing him.The tantalizing V of his hips led to dark hair surrounding what she’d been searching for.
“Fuck,” he ground out.“I should say no, but as usual, I’m powerless when it comes to you.”
“You’re larger than I thought you’d be,” she said, wrapping a hand around his erection.His very large erection.
“That’s half mast, sweetheart.”
“Jesus Christ,” she said, eliciting a laugh from him.
Devyn was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.Then she was kissing him, holding onto her with his mouth while she moved him up and down in her hands.He pulled away to lick her palm with two broad swipes, then set it back to the length of him she held in her grasp.Her core clinched.
She began moving her hand again, kissing him harder.With every stroke of her hand, he was moving with her, kissing her.One large hand cupped her breast, but she wanted more.
Moria took the sheet of her unbound hair and held it in one hand.She dropped to her knees in front of the settee.Devyn leaned down, lifting up her knees to place a velvet pillow beneath them.He was always looking after her; the smallest, most intimate gestures stealing pieces of her heart as much as that piano.
She licked up the groaning length of him.When she took him inside her mouth, the deep groan that came from his lips made her feel powerful.She moved him up and down, back and forth, using both her mouth and tongue to taste, to suck, to lick.A large hand held her hair in his grasp as she moved up and down, she felt his release move closer at her coaxing.
“Fuck,” he ground out, hips moving in the same rhythm as her mouth.“That’s right, angel, fuck me with your mouth.”
His hip and stomach muscles flexed taut as he moved with her.Fire coiled at the base of her spine at his coarse words.She’d done this before; but it had been furtive, taboo, elicit, done in the dark.Having him spread out on her settee, his ring on her finger, his heart in her back pocket, it was different.Hewas different.
Devyn’s member hit the back of her throat, she kept moving, feeling him flex and move inside her.
“Look at me,” he whispered, pulling her face toward him.“I want you to look in my eyes when I come down your pretty throat.”
She let out a little whimper, taking him deeper still.She kept her eyes on him as she licked him from root to tip.His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he groaned, fisting her hair a little harder.Her nails dug into the full, muscled ridge of his backside as his hips bucked off the settee, pushing him into her mouth.Her cheeks hollowed.She moved faster up and down, hollowing her cheeks again.
Devyn spilled into her, not holding back or quieting the groan that accompanied his release.She drank down his sounds, his ecstasy, his dark eyes on hers, and his seed down the back of her throat.She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, keeping her eyes on him like he’d asked.
His hands stole her from her perch, dragging her up his length to perch atop him.She placed both hands on his firm chest.The dark hair on his chest somehow made her feel molten again.
“Christ, woman, I was not expecting that,” he said, willing his breath to even out again.
“Which part?”she said, tracing her fingers over his chest.
“The part where you got on your knees for me,” a hand pushed her hair over her shoulder, “the part where you sucked me off,” that hand trailed down her decolletage, “the part where you did what you were told most of all.”
There was teasing laughter in his voice.She hit him playfully in his chest.He pulled her to lay against one of his bare, pectoral muscles.
