Page 68 of A Most Unlikely Lady
She could barely make sense of his words, let alone repeat them. ‘I don’t…’
‘Tell me, Ivy.’
The command in his tone was impossible to refuse. ‘I want to touch myself.’
‘Yes,’ he hissed as though her words brought him acute pleasure. Releasing his grip on her torso, Edward took her hand, tangling their fingers together so the back of her hand pressed against his palm. His other hand continued gathering her skirt, encouraging her to lift her hips so he could bunch the cotton around her waist. She peeked down and saw her pale thighs glowing in the lamplight.
Oh dear Lord.
Her thatch of maiden hair, dark blonde and coarse, caught the lamplight. If he looked down now, he would see her. Completely bare. The idea of it created a new wave of heat to crash through her body.
‘Hook your foot around my calf.’ His gravelled command meant she would have to lift her thigh and shift her legs apart. ‘Now.’
Before she could fully process his request, her leg was already moving. Following his orders was oddly freeing. She didn’t have to think about what she wanted. And if she froze, he froze with her. Waiting for a signal to move forward or retreat. He was giving her control without the pressure of directing their game.
‘Now the other foot.’
As she complied, he shifted his thighs further apart. Her legs moved with his, and cool air kissed the wet heat of her cleft.
‘Oh my God.’ Just the contrast of cold and hot created a sharp, tingling pulse at the apex of her slit.
‘Yes, darling. Don’t think about anything else except what you are feeling.’
He covered her hand with his and moved them both over her thigh. She felt the sensation of her smooth skin beneath her fingers, the soft crinkle of her pubic hair, and then silky, wet heat.
‘You are so wet, Ivy. Your cunny is making such sweet nectar. I’m going to lick and suck and taste you as you come apart for me. But not yet. Not until you beg me for my tongue.’
Sweet heavens!
Millicent had explained cunnilingus to Ivy, but the whole thing seemed like an embarrassing and hardly enjoyable act for either participant. She only wrote it on her list because it seemed so improbable. Until those devilish words spilled from Edward’s lips and all Ivy could think about was his hot tongue licking where her fingers tickled against skin so sensitised, she feared she might scream.
Guiding her finger through her slit, Edward’s thumb grazed over her mound as he slid her index finger through plush folds. Ivy’s body arched like an electric current ran through her when the pad of her finger grazed against a magical cluster of nerves. Burning, sweet pleasure pulsed from that small point, zinging through her blood, sparking over her skin, sending a thousand spiralling tingles to every pulse point.
‘What is happening?’
‘That’s your clitoris.’
‘Millie said there was a spot…’
‘Millie was right. Find your rhythm. See what feels good. Rub it, pinch it, flick it. What do you like?’ He withdrew his hand, giving her total control. Gripping her hip instead, he rubbed his thumb back and forth in a mesmerising pattern. But not nearly as fascinating as the pattern she was establishing. Tight little circles, long slides up and down, toying with her aching entrance before bringing the sweet wetness back to coat the tight bundle of nerves currently consuming her.
She focused on the sensation, chasing something elusive, just on the edges of her consciousness as Edward whispered encouragement in her ear.
‘Yes, sweet Ivy. Just like that. Don’t be afraid.’
As she neared the precipice, she held her breath. Something gorgeous and shimmering was just there, a promise away. Millie told her about this pinnacle, this incandescent moment, but she couldn’t imagine the power of it.
‘Don’t stop. You are so close. Let go, Ivy.’ His lips brushed her ear, his voice drowning out any doubts rising from her memories. This was nothing like the fearful images her father created in her mind. This was stunning and fierce. Beautiful and wild.
Edward’s free hand palmed her breast. Clever fingers found her hard nipple and pinched her, the sensation muted by layers of cotton and stays. But it was enough.
With a final tight circle, she imploded, sweet glory pulsing through her with each heartbeat. Edward covered her hand once more, flattening her palm and rubbing hard against her clitoris, grinding out the glorious sensations until she was quite certain her spirit left her body and joined the cosmos.
Moments passed. Or minutes. Or millennia. It was hard to say, but as she came back to herself, something had changed.
I have changed.
Like a wave cresting or a bird rising from the misty fields, she was reborn. She was still Ivy but different somehow. What magic she held within herself! To finally understand the secret looks exchanged between her friends and their partners, to realise engaging in physical intimacy could be a transformative experience of pure joy. It changed everything. And now she knew, she wanted to feel it again.
