Page 75 of Lord Ashley's Beautiful Alibi
He’d never seen her eyes so round, so with a grin, he stepped near and took her hands in his. “I’m going to show you.”
“How it will fit?”
“All but that.”
“Why?” She appeared to be a girl of fourteen, naïve and eager for instruction.
“Well, for one thing,” he said as he put his hands beneath those lovely, warm breasts and stood against her luscious hips and long legs, “we want pleasure. All the pleasure we deserve for waiting so long to enjoy each other.”
Her green eyes glowed with bright desire. “You’ve waited for this?”
“Every minute,” he said as he stroked the lush gossamer of her nipples and she shivered. “Each one we’ve been together. I have wanted you next to me, hot and sweet.”
“I’ve wanted you,” she breathed against his lips, her hands to his back, his waist, and his buttocks. “You are so exquisite.”
“That is a word for you.”
“Use what you like. You are”—she tested the swell of his hip—“quite firm.”
He gave a chuckle and stroked both his hands down to her derriere. “As are you.”
Her head fell back, her eyes closed. “I like your hands on me.”
“And my lips?” he breathed as he let his mouth begin a tour of the cords of her slender throat.
“Yes, please.”
“So do I.” He licked the deep hollow between her breasts. Lifted them and sucked one nipple and then another into his mouth, letting each go with a pop.
At each loss, she made little sounds in the back of her throat that urged him onward.
“I like your navel,” he told her, sinking to his knees. Nipping at her flesh around her belly button, he dipped his tongue inside and rejoiced as she squirmed. “I will lick your folds, too,” he said, fingering the moist insides of her thighs.
She was humming.
He was swimming in madness to eat her up. He sent his careful fingers up the front of her thighs and, with his splayed fingers, urged her pussy open. The musky fragrance of her desire for him had him reeling. With his thumbs he parted two heavy folds and sent his tongue inside to sample her. She was swollen and succulent, his darling, his everything.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Again,” she urged him.
“Then open,” he commanded, “wider.”
And she parted.
Then he had her. Licking and laving all she presented to him, he was gone, mindless in his need to take from her everything she offered. She tasted of rapture and offered utter surrender. He had to lick each delight from her to satisfy the hungry brute who wished to never let her go. Her lips were coated in her need of him. He moved his tongue over her plump flesh, frantic to make her his, only his.
She groaned. Then her knees gave way.
He rose like a shot to catch her. “Come to bed, sweetheart. We’ll have all of each other.”
She broke away and scrambled to the sheets. Naked, she lay on her back, her eyes luminous with urgency, her arms out to him, her fingers beckoning.
He crawled above her, hovering, admiring, craving, stunned that he was so totally in love.
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His touch wasfire, his tongue the astonishing part of his lovemaking that thrilled her to her curling toes.
He paused above her, lost in some thought she could not fathom.
