Page 70 of A Most Unlikely Lady
‘This wasn’t on the list. If you want me to lick your sweet cunny, I will happily oblige.’
That gave her pause as Ivy imagined his dark head between her thighs, his strong tongue rasping over her newly discovered bundle of nerves, his lips pressing kisses to her cleft.
Oh my!
No. I won’t be distracted. He is clearly in pain. I want to bring him relief.
And if Millie was right, Ivy wanted to know the kind of empowerment controlling Edward’s pleasure in such a raw moment could bring her.
‘Well, it’s my list so I can add to it whenever I like. And I’m adding this. Now.’
Something dark and dangerous snapped in his eyes. A beast straining against the chains of control. ‘Are you certain?’
Ivy spent her entire life fearing everything a man might take away from her. Overpowering her body, stealing her autonomy, and forcing her submission. But fear held no sway here because Edward refused to take anything from her that she did not freely offer. And he had already given her a moment of incandescent beauty. She wanted to return the favour. Give him something in return.
‘Tell me what to do.’
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Her words shifted something in Edward. While she wanted to be commanded, he shouldn’t agree to this request. Just imagining her mouth wrapping around his cock was a fantasy he couldn’t possibly deserve. He must convince her to see reason.
‘Not all women enjoy this. I don’t want you to do something you find unpleasant.’
‘You promised you would let me take the reins. That you wouldn’t stop until I told you. I want to do this.’
Edward was doing his best to be a good man. An honourable man. But he could only resist so much temptation. Listening to Ivy repeatedly demand to take him in her perfect mouth pushed him beyond his limits.
If I am going to burn eternally for my sins, I might as well take this memory with me to hell.
Hardening his expression to one of complete command, he straightened his shoulders and gripped his raging cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. Just brushing his palm over the tight skin nearly caused him to break. But he vowed to maintain control. He wouldn’t rush her, and he wouldn’t embarrass himself. Despite what she asked, this act could overwhelm even an experienced partner. If she pulled back, asked him to stop, he would honour her command, even if it shattered the very foundations of his soul.
‘Take off your dress.’ If they were going to do this, he was going to hold her to the promise she made. He refused to leave her room without seeing every inch of her creamy skin.
Ivy’s hands shook, and he almost backed down, but she pressed her wide mouth into a determined line. The confidence he saw flashing in her eyes encouraged Edward to stay the course. She wanted this.
Thank God for that.
Turning, she presented her back to Edward once more. ‘Will you unbutton me?’ She had no lady’s maid and was probably used to managing her dresses alone, but her request nearly undid him. Nowhishands shook, though thankfully, she couldn’t see his fingers as he fumbled with the buttons. As the edges of her dress parted, revealing her pale shoulder, Edward couldn’t stop from bending forward and pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade just above her stays.
Ivy swayed toward him, but he steadied her and stepped back. ‘Turn around, Ivy.’
She did as he asked. Her crystal eyes were almost swallowed by black pupils as her chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Edward let his gaze roam. ‘Take. Off. The. Dress. Now.’ While he was a man used to leading, he had never displayed such dominance with any of his previous partners. But something about Ivy’s permission to teach her called to a darker desire within him. Her response fanned that flame into a conflagration as she shrugged out of her dress and let it pool at her feet.
She stood in her stays and shift. The blush he so desperately wished to map over the contours of her body splashed across her clavicles, spreading over the pale skin of her chest before disappearing into the thin cotton shift. Her stays were laced tight, pressing her small breasts up like two sweet offerings peeking from the low cut of her shift.
Edward didn’t think it possible to become more aroused, but his body hardened further, and he stifled a groan of need. He wouldnotspill his seed like some untried youth. Biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste iron, he exhaled a long breath. ‘Now the stays.’
Reaching behind her, she pulled a few times on the laces, then tugged. The stays loosened, and Ivy shimmied the padded cotton down her body, bending over to step free. Her shift gaped at the neck, and he caught the mesmerising glimpse of dark-pink nipples.
I want to taste them. Lick and suck those sweet buds until she screams my name.
His desire roughened his words. ‘Your shift. Take it off.’ He needed to see her bared to him more than he needed his next breath.
Ivy pulled one arm free, then the other. He saw the quiver in her bottom lip, but he also saw her chin thrust forward as she let the shift slither down her body.
‘Fucking beautiful.’ His words were not gentle, but neither was the emotion he felt. And her quick smile was a benediction.
Her breasts were perfect. Small, firm mounds tipped with dark-pink nipples straining toward him. Strawberry splotches painted her skin in a masterpiece of cream and crimson. Her lean torso and long limbs highlighted Ivy’s strength and athleticism no doubt honed by Philippa’s training.
