Page 51 of Snowbound with the Scoundrel
Her brain ceased functioning the instant her skin came into contact with his.It feltso good.She wanted to stay in his arms forever.She was vaguely aware of him pushing her nightgown down over her hips and then off entirely, but she was too far gone to feel self-conscious about being naked before a man for the first time.
“Claire,” he breathed, his voice worshipful.He stroked a hand down the length of her body.He sat her up on the sofa atop her crumpled nightgown, his eyes drinking her in, and Clarissa had never felt so beautiful.
Suddenly, he was pressing soft kisses against her stomach.“I’m going to make this so good for you.”
Clarissa certainly liked the sound of that.She let her head loll back, luxuriating in Rupert’s hands and lips roving over her body.
Being not only innocent but somewhat ignorant when it came to the finer points of lovemaking, Clarissa didn’t know precisely what Rupert was going to do to make this good for her, as he put it.
But the one thing she hadnotbeen expecting him to do was to kiss herdown there.
His warm breath against her inner thigh pierced her haze of pleasure.She looked down to see that Rupert had moved to the floor, where he was kneeling between her legs.He made a sound of pleasure as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Rupert?”she asked, alarmed.“What are you—”
“Shh,” he said, pushing her thighs open.“Don’t worry, Claire.You’re going to like this.”
She was unconvinced.“Are you sure you should be…Oh!”
Rupert was right.Or maybe he was wrong becauselikewas far too tepid a word to describe her feelings regarding… whatever he was doing with his tongue.
She attempted to tell him.That she was, in fact, enjoying it.That she wished for him to continue.
“Ru… Ru… Rup…” She felt her eyes cross.
“Mm-hmm?”he murmured from between her thighs.
“Guh… Guh…” That seemed to be as much as she could manage.Giving up, she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Mmm,” Rupert hummed soothingly.
Clarissa felt like a bottle of champagne, except it was pleasure bubbling up inside her, floating toward the surface.She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was a little bit frightening how good Rupert was making her feel.She became conscious that her knees were starting to tremble and her fingers had knotted in Rupert’s hair.The pleasure in that little spot between her legs built and built until it was as potent as cognac.A whimpering sound emerged from her lips.She had neverimaginedthat something could feel this good.The trembling grew more violent, the pleasure almosttoomuch…
She gasped as the tension suddenly burst.Now, her legs were shaking violently, and she could feel the place between her legs squeezing in rhythmic pulses.Rupert slowed the pace of his tongue, then as even that was starting to become too much, he withdrew, looking up at her with a soft smile.
He rose from kneeling on the floor and scooped her up in his arms, cradling her in his lap.She curled eagerly against his warm chest.
He pressed a kiss against her temple.“Thank you for letting me do that.”
It was all Clarissa could do not to laugh hysterically.Thankher?He was the one who deserved gratitude for showing her the most marvelous pleasure.
It took her a minute to recover sufficiently to tell him as much.“Thankyou, Rupert.That waswonderful.”
He squeezed her but didn’t move from his position holding her with his head buried in her hair.
After drawing in a couple more shaky breaths, Clarissa brushed a kiss across his lips.“Your turn.”
He peered at her, his brow creased in confusion.“My turn?What do you…?”His eyes went wide, his expression shifting to one of shock.“Oh, you don’t have to do anything for me!”
That firm bulge beneath the falls of his trousers was still pressing into her thigh.“Wouldn’t you like me to?”
Was it her imagination, or had his cheeks turned pink?“Well, er… Don’t worry about it.”
She brought her hand down, experimentally stroking him through the woolen fabric of his trousers.“It seems like you would.”
His breath was coming fast.“I mean, Iwould, but I don’t expect you to… to…”
Encouraged, Clarissa started unbuttoning his falls.“You’ll have to help me.”
