Page 75 of Lord of Mischief
“Then you had better hurry up and get busy,” she replied.
Realization finally dawned on him.Eve was not going to leave the dirty laneway until he had pleasured her.
His fingers closed about her right nipple and squeezed.She rewarded him with a soft gasp of delight.
His mind began to work fast.A quick grope of her breasts was never going to suffice.If he was to get through this particular challenge he would have to step up the tempo.“I will pleasure you, but you must conceal your face.If, on the off chance, someone who knows either of us passes through here, we cannot run the risk of you being seen.You will be utterly ruined,” he said.
He wasn’t going to mention he would likely be thrown in chains and sent on the first ship to the far-flung colonies if his father found out what he was about to do to the girl who he had so badly mistreated.The girl he had steadfastly refused to marry was the girl he was about to set his hands to in the middle of a grimy, London laneway.
There were few other things that could be more scandalous.
“Ruin me,” she whispered.
Freddie bent down and took her nipple into his mouth.He suckled hard.Then, as he savored the sounds of her soft cries, he slid a hand up her skirt.His fingers touched the soft, delicate skin of the inside of her leg.
As his erection hardened further, he knew it would be impossible for him to shop at the market in such a highly aroused state.He would have to go home and attend to himself before going on to St John’s to make the soup.
Eve’s hands settled on his shoulders.She tightened her grip, silently urging him on.
When his fingers reached the top of her leg he looked up at her.There was still time to stop, to call off this moment of rash behavior, and let her skirts drop.
Her half-closed eyes and soft, heavy breathing told him otherwise.Eve was fully in the moment of passion.Gentleman or not, he knew she was desperate for him to give her sexual release.
He felt the soft curls at the entrance to her womanhood before he pushed a finger inside of her.He swallowed when his finger slipped into her slick, wet heat.She was more aroused than she had been in the stables that night, and she had been prepared to give him her all in that moment.
“Freddie,” she murmured.
He began to stroke.Long, deep strokes which settled into a rhythm matched by Eve’s labored breathing.
She was a passionate woman.He had always loved that about her.If he could win back her heart and get her inside a church, he knew he would have a minx in his bed for the rest of his life.
“Harder, deeper,” she pleaded.
He felt her muscles begin to tighten.She was close to climax.Pulling his finger from her heat, he quickly replaced it with his thumb.
Eve gasped and her grip on his shoulders became tight.She was close.He just needed to push her over the edge.He rolled his thumb over the nib of her clitoris and she whimpered.
He slid a finger into her as his thumb continued to massage her sensitive nib.
“Come for me,” he commanded.A satisfied smile found its way to his lips as she cried out at her release.The pulsating spasm of the muscles in her core gave him the satisfaction of having done the job right.
Her grip on his shoulders loosened.“Thank you,” she whispered.
Her words were all the reward he needed.He withdrew his hand and let her skirts fall.As he did, she mewled.He frowned.Had he not just given her a deep pleasuring?His pride wouldn’t stand for a woman to think him not capable of meeting her sexual needs.
“What’s wrong?”he carefully ventured.
“What about you?”she replied.
She began to lift her skirts once more.Freddie caught sight of her knees and then the white of her thighs.If Eve kept going he knew he would get a glimpse of the Promised Land.
He shook his head, grateful that at least his brain was trying to keep control of the situation.He reached out and took a hold of her skirts.They wrestled over the layers of fabric.
“You are playing safe again, Freddie.I don’t want to play safe.I want you inside me,” she said.
The struggle over her skirts and his rock-hard arousal was bad enough, but her demand for him to ruin her was a step beyond.“I am not deflowering you against a brick wall.Your first time should at least be in a private place.Your first time should be memorable,” he ground out.
She huffed in disgust, leaving him to wonder how many other men would be arguing the point rather than taking what was being so openly offered.“But if you fuck me hard against this wall, I assure you I shall remember every second of it,” she replied.
