Page 67 of The Sea Siren of Broadwater Bottom
Then they were kissing again, and Elissa got her wish, because Edward’s hands were everywhere—stroking down her arms, caressing her shoulders, sweeping down along her waist, then finally coming up to cup her breasts. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, and her back arched so hard at the pleasure she almost dislodged him.
He chuckled, and his voice shook as much as his hands when he said, “You like that, then?”
She was breathing hard. “Yes.”
“Good.” He looked cautiously pleased with himself. “I suppose I should do it some more.”
He proceeded to do just that, experimenting with soft, teasing flicks of his tongue as Elissa tangled her fingers in his silky, dark hair. He then tried gentle suction, and when this caused Elissa to cry out, he gave her a deep pull that made her hips buck up off the bed.
By now, there was a heartbeat pulsing between Elissa’s legs. Figuring she was as ready as she was ever going to be, she reached for the placket of his trousers. He snagged her hand, then brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm.
“Edward, I’m—I’m ready,” she said, her voice emerging in short pants.
“Thank God,” he murmured, but when her hand strayed down across his stomach, he captured it again, a vein popping out at his temple. “I need those on, darling.”
“But why?”
He scooped her up and lay her across his lap, so that she leaned against one of his shoulders. His body felt rigid beneath hers. He wiped his palm upon his trousers, then moved his hand to the juncture of her thighs. “We will be pleasuring you first,” he said firmly.
She felt her cheeks flush. “You don’t have to—that is—”
“Yes,” he said firmly, “I do.” He drew in a shuddering breath. “Now, if you would be so kind as to show me what to do.”
Elissa thought she might die from mortification, but she spread for him, and she felt his groan as it trembled through his chest. She swallowed her discomfiture and parted her folds with her left hand, then brought her right hand tentatively to the little rosebud at the juncture of her thighs, just as she would if she were alone, pleasuring herself. “It’s just here,” she explained, demonstrating the circular motion she liked best. She glanced up at him. He was watching her, enrapt. Flushing, she took his hand and guided it to the little nub. “That’s it,” she said when his fingers found the right spot. “If you touch me there, it will—it will make me come.”
“Here?” he asked, rubbing her hard enough that she shrieked, slamming her legs shut.
She tried to make her features neutral, but she could tell he had understood her reaction perfectly. “I, uh, usually start off slowly. Gently,” she explained, opening her thighs again.
“Like this?” he asked, stroking her tentatively.
“Yes, that’s much better.” It was much better, but it was also far from ideal. After a moment, she cleared her throat. “Sometimes I use a little of my hand cream. It’s there on my nightstand, in a little jar.”
He was already padding across the room to get some. “Ah, here it is.”
He was back in an instant, resuming their former position. Elissa tried to relax as she spread her legs again, but she found herself feeling… pressured. She knew Edward wanted desperately to make this good for her, and somehow knowing how anxious he was made it that much more difficult for her to let go and enjoy herself.
She inhaled, expecting to detect the familiar honeysuckle scent of her hand cream. Instead, she smelled… nothing. Oh dear, this was going worse than she’d thought. What could he have mistaken for her hand cream?
“Let’s try this again,” Edward said with a tight smile, returning his hand to the spot between her legs. He resumed his gentle circling motion.
And then, the strangest thing happened.
Elissa knew at once that whatever he had found on her dressing table, it was not her honeysuckle hand cream. She was extremely familiar with the lubricating properties of her honeysuckle hand cream, and whatever it was Edward was using on her, it wasfarsuperior. His fingers were so slick and light as they moved over that sensitive little nub between her legs, and it felt… it felt…
Nothinghad ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt so good, and Elissa found herself moaning aloud as dozens of sleeping nerves sprang to life.
“Is that good, then?” Edward asked, eyes crinkled with consternation.
“Oh myGod, Edward.Sogood,” she panted.
“Really?” he asked, hope stealing across his face.
“Really. Please don’t stop. In fact—” She drew in a shaky breath. “You can go just a touch faster.”
He was all too happy to comply, and soon, Elissa was squirming in his lap. Finally, she was able to relax. She forgot her embarrassment, her nervousness, the pressure to come. She knew nothing but the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
Suddenly, he lifted her off his lap and lay her upon the bed. He slid down between her legs. “There’s something I’d like to try.”
