Page 52 of Snowbound with the Scoundrel
“H-help you?”he gasped as she reached inside his trousers and wrapped a hand around his length.
“Seeing as I don’t know what to do.”She pressed a kiss against his neck.He filled her hand perfectly.
He gave a shaky laugh.“You seem to be a natural.”
Clarissa pressed the falls of his trousers open and pulled him out.She stared at his member in fascination.Having grown up in the countryside, she knew theoretically how copulation worked and that this was the part that would go inside of her.It was hard to imagine it fitting.
She glanced up at Rupert and saw that his eyes had gone unfocused with pleasure.She quite liked that look on him.“Show me what to do,” she whispered.
He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to slide it up and down his length.A drop of liquid formed at the top of his member, and it soon rendered him smooth and slippery.
Once she had picked up the rhythm, Rupert removed his hand.He let his head loll to the side so his forehead pressed against hers.“Oh, Claire,” he sighed.“That feels so good.”
She could tell by his face that it did, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she could make it even better.“Should I use my mouth on you the way you did on me?”
His body jerked.“Oh!You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to, but if it would make you feel good, then I would like to.”He said nothing, so she poked him in the ribs.“Would it feel good?”
His breath was coming in pants.“I mean… it would, but I don’t expect you to… to… Claire?”
She moved to kneel between his legs.Tentatively, she pressed a kiss against the tip of his member.His whole body shuddered.“What do I do?”
“Keep going with your hand,” he said, his voice tight.“Use your mouth along with it, up and down…yes, just like that.”
She kept up the motion.Rupert brought his hands up to frame her face, but not so he could control her pace.No, his touch was gentle, reverent, and when she chanced a glance at his face, he regarded her with wonder, as if he couldn’t believe she was doing this for him.
Clarissa couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had bothered to be kind to this man, who was so very kind to everyone he encountered.
Although she had no idea what she was doing, she must’ve been doing something right, because after a few minutes, she felt Rupert’s thighs harden to iron.“Claire!”he gasped.“I’m about to… You’re going to make me…” He laughed nervously.“I’m not sure if you know what’s about to happen, but you might not want this in your mouth, and… Oh, my God—Claire.Claire.Claire!”
It happened that she did know what was going to happen, at least, in a general sense, and so it wasn’t a great surprise when she felt a pulse of liquid fill her mouth.She swallowed it down before she had a chance to consider whether that was a good idea.Above her on the sofa, Rupert was making sounds of pleasure, and she fancied she would never forget the wonder on his face.
After the pulses stopped, he caressed her face.Withdrawing from her mouth, he pulled her up on the sofa and kissed her deeply.“Thank you,” he said earnestly.“You have no idea how much it means to me that you were willing to do that.”
Clarissa snuggled next to him on the sofa.“I was happy to do it.”Spotting her discarded wrapper draped over the armrest, she grabbed it and spread it over them like a blanket.Considering she’d had her first kiss that afternoon, it was startling how natural it felt to sit here with her head on Rupert’s shoulder, her completely naked and him with his trousers shoved halfway down his legs.For his part, Rupert seemed content to sit quietly with his arms wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair.
Clarissa yawned, feeling content.Rupert squeezed her.“None of that, now.We can’t fall asleep here.”
She responded by yawning again.“I don’t know why I’m feeling so tired.I was full of energy a moment ago.”
He pulled her more snugly against him.“It’s normal to feel sleepy after a climax.”
“Is it?I wouldn’t know.I hadn’t even kissed a man before today,” she admitted.
Rupert looked up, a gentle smile on his face.“Truly?”At her nod, he laughed.“What a lucky fellow I am.But that’s even more reason not to risk any damage to your reputation.”
Much to Clarissa’s disappointment, he scooped her night rail off the floor and helped her back into it.While she fastened her wrapper, he retrieved his shirt and did up his trousers.“Go,” he said, pressing a kiss against her forehead.“We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Nodding sleepily, she slipped from the room.
Chapter23
As he made his way down to breakfast the following morning, Rupert wondered if things would be awkward with Claire in light of what they’d done in the dark of the night.He had a bit of experience where these things were concerned and knew that just because a woman was keen to have him in her bed didn’t mean she was interested in anything of the lasting kind.Normally, that wasn’t a problem.
But Clarissa Weatherby wasn’t your average kettle of fish.There was something about her that made his heart feel as bruisable as a ripe peach.Ever since he first heard about her, she’d sounded like exactly what he wanted, and nothing he’d seen since meeting her in the flesh had disabused him of that notion.He was heading in the exact direction he’d always suspected he was going to go, falling head over heels in love with Claire.
It probably hadn’t been wise, what they did last night, at least, beyond what was necessary to make whoever had come to the library door think it’d been nothing more than a midnight tryst.Which was a bit ironical, when you thought about it, that making it seem like they were doing something that could bring about Claire’s ruination was theirbestoption.
