Page 67 of A Gentleman's Wager
Maybe there was something to Charles’s assertions of the other night after all. Certainly, her liberated bosom seemed to hold fast Lucerne’s attention. Eagerly he laved her nipples, then sucked each one, drawing them into tight points, only to release the one in exchange for the other, moving back and forth between them in an unhurried way.
Unused to such sustained direct attention, Bella writhed beneath him, pleasure blooming in unexpected ways. Gone was the frustrated itchiness of earlier, replaced by a much puddlier sort of arousal.
Lucerne pushed his breeches further down his legs. His cock head was shiny, leaking beads of semen onto the crown, which he massaged into the length, before returning to his appreciation of her bosom. This time, he explored the undersides. His tongue tickled, then ghosted hot over her nipples again. From there he progressed downwards, fingers leading, mouth following until he reached the split of her quim. Hot needles of arousal tingled where he kissed. Lucerne got her to bend her knees, then allow her legs to flop open wide. “What a fetching vista you make. The dusting of curls. The ripeness of the split between.” He touched each place as he spoke of it. “The petals flushed and wet with dew, surrounding the hidden gate, and of course, the pearl, shy and so frequently overlooked. You’ll permit me a tasting.” He drew his tongue upwards from the entrance to her cunny to the hard pip of her nubbin, then sucked upon the latter, sending Bella’s eyes rolling up into her head. She made a helpless sound in the back of her throat. “God, Lucerne.”
He responded with a purr. “Do you like that?” His attention briefly diverted up the length of her body to judge her reaction.
Like it? He could probably unravel her simply from doing that without ever getting near her with his cock.
She nodded dumbly.
He continued for a good few minutes, proving himself masterfully able. Bella’s mind flitted back to Vaughan’s actions of earlier. How easily he too had lit her like a beacon. How would it feel to have both men lavishing attention on her at once? Perhaps, more than she could genuinely handle. Still, the notion refused to be dislodged.
Lucerne continued his licking, messy in his appreciation and worship of her nub, his appreciative groans muddling with her own urgent ones. When he finally crawled upwards over her, Bella blinked up at him, a lascivious smile on her lips. The lower half of his face was shiny with her moisture, his lips red and swollen from his efforts. She stared into his inky pupils. They were blown so wide only a slender rim of blue remained around the edge, and reflected in them, she saw herself, bosomy and lewd, entirely lacking in shame.
He supported himself on his elbows as he held her face, kissing her delicately, like he was nibbling a piece of cake. A thread of pre-come hit the skin of her stomach. “Please,” she mouthed, reaching up for him, and tangling her fingers in his hair.
A shadow of doubt scudded across his face, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. There was no denying the magnetism between their bodies drawing them irresistibly closer. Bella wrapped her legs around him as his pelvis descended. The crown of his prick struck true. He paused, swiped the perspiration from his upper lip. Their eyes locked, as if to underline the moment. Bella tried to lift herself towards him, but he held her firm.
“Slowly, let’s savour it.” He seemed content to stay lodged on the precipice for an eternity. Less patient, Bella clawed at his back, craving friction. “There’s still time for us to be good.”
Piss on that. “I prefer you to be rakish.”
“That’s because you’re a wicked woman.” He said it in a way that made clear he wouldn’t have her any other way. “And there’s only one cure for wickedness.”
“What’s that?”
“To fuck the wickedness out of you.”
She wasn’t sure that made sense. “I think that might take multiple treatments.”
“Yes,” he agreed, with a wink. “It usually does.”
He chose that point to sink deep. Bella’s body opened around him, welcoming the fulness of his possession. He was thick and solid, and full of heat.
Lucerne gathered her closer, lifting her bottom so that he could drive into her deep enough that his cobs kissed her flesh. “Hmm, you fit like a glove, like you were made just for me.” He pulled back, almost all the way out so that only the tip of him remained notched at her entrance. This time when he pushed in, the air gushed from her lungs. He repeated the motion a half dozen times, gradually speeding up, while his fingers dug divots into her cheeks. It was totally different to being with Vaughan. Softer somehow, though no less of a thrill. A parlay instead of a battle. However, while his strokes were measured, that didn’t mean they were lacking. Her body jolted with each and every stroke.
“Want to get deeper, do you mind?” He pulled out. “Roll over?”
Dazzled, Bella complied.
“Onto all fours.” He stuffed a bolster cushion under her hips. Then he was nudging into her core again. This time when he pushed deep, he seemed to hit a part of her hereto untouched. Bella squeaked, as stars exploded inside her eyelids. She bit the inside of her cheek.
“There it is. Got to love that sound.”
That was just as well, as she couldn’t stop making it. She was squawking an obscene chorus, the slap of their bodies connecting providing a rhythmic accompaniment.
Lucerne’s middle finger found her clit. He made a few languid back and forth passes over it, touching with too little pressure to create fireworks. Until he surprised her by pressing down hard. The muscles in her legs jolted, threatening to collapse under her. Every part of her burned with light, and shivers chased between her nipples and her nub.
“Please,” she begged, lacking any comprehension of what she was asking for. Lucerne gave it regardless, apparently knowing precisely the touches she sought, whether they be whisper light swatches across her arse, or a recurrent tap against her almost painfully hard nub. With each slam of his cock inside her, he drove her closer to her crisis. She was shuddering with each breath, unable to keep her eyes open, and already slumped downwards onto her lower arms, her face buried in the rug.
“You’re not going to hold out on me now, are you, Bella? I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”
She fluttered her inner muscles, making him grunt happy sounds, but it wasn’t what he’d meant. His focus on her nubbin grew more pronounced, then ceased all together. Began again, and ceased, like he was leading her incrementally up a giant staircase. The closer they came to the top, the less effort required to make the climb.
“I’m going to…”
“Yes.”
