Page 6 of The Vagabond Viscount
She drew back fully on him, exalting in the low string of curses Flynn was helpless to keep at bay. Holding the base of his erection firmly in hand, Augusta ran her tongue along its length. Flynn shuddered, then muttered something else inaudible.
They had played this game enough times before for Augusta to know how close Flynn was to the edge. She licked the soft head of his cock, back and forth, teasing.
Beg for it.
He gave a halting plea. “Augusta. Please. Now.”
Releasing him for just a brief moment, she glanced up at Flynn and smiled. In the dim light Augusta could make out the tight expression on his face. It was glorious. She had brought him to this desperate point, so it was only fair that she now rescued him from his torture.
Slowly she took his rigid length between her lips once more, working it into her mouth as far as she could, before hollowing out her cheeks and drawing back hard. He came with a shout, both hands landing on her shoulders as he slumped forward. Augusta continued to lavish her attention on his manhood as she gently brought Flynn back to the world.
“That was. You were. I…” he stammered.
She loved reducing him to this shattered mess, showing him just how much he meant to her.
Flynn bent and offered Augusta his hand before pulling her to her feet. They shared a moment of shy awkwardness as he set his trousers to right. He finally broke the silence with a husky. “Thank you.”
As he ran his thumb down her cheek, Augusta bit her bottom lip. No matter how many times they had shared this sort of encounter, the anticipation of what he was about to do to her still had her quaking with desire. His fingers traced over her neck, across the naked flesh of her decolletage, before stopping at the top of her gown.
A thrill of lust coursed through Augusta as Flynn hooked his finger in the top of her bodice and pulled her roughly to him. She loved it when he handled her this way. When he was in full rogue mode. “Lord Cadnam, how dare you,” she playfully protested.
He smirked before capturing her lips with his and kissing her deeply. By the time Flynn eventually let her go, Augusta was panting. Her body thrummed with its heated demands.
“How dare I? Well then, perhaps I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t pull down the short sleeves of your gown and expose your naked flesh to the night air.” His hands did exactly that.
Augusta swallowed deeply. The coin she had slipped to her maid had seen an end to the questions as to why Lady Augusta didn’t wear any firm undergarments to parties and balls. The reason was standing right in front of her, staring at her hardened nipples like a cat about to lick the cream.
“And since I am not daring to do anything, it also means I won’t be doing this…” He bent and drew her left nipple into his mouth. At the same time, his fingers pinched the right one, applying just the perfect amount of pressure. Augusta closed her eyes, her head falling back as a soft smile pulled at her lips. She reveled in the magnificent sensation of his mouth on her sensitive skin. Her core clenched as Flynn suckled. They may have only been sharing these secret moments for a matter of months, but their bodies had become well-tuned to what the other wanted. What they desired.
“How about we find somewhere a little more comfortable for you to sit so that I may continuenotdoing any of these wicked things to you?”
Augusta’s brain was fuzzy with lust. Flynn could do whatever he wanted to her, just as long as he did it.
Flynn took her by the hand and led her over to a garden bench deeper inside the orangery. Augusta sensed he wanted to be a little farther away from the front door just in case some other guests also decided that this was a good place for a private assignation. There would be hell to pay if they were caughtin flagrante delicto.
He lifted her skirts as he sat her down. When she instinctively closed her legs, Flynn gave a disapproving “Tut, tut, Lady Augusta. You know how you have to sit for me.”
Heat flushed her cheeks as Flynn pushed her knees apart. Kneeling before her, he ran his hands up her inner thighs, letting out a groan of male satisfaction when his gaze settled on the spot at the apex of her thighs. Augusta sighed. Her heart beat fast with anticipation.
I would give this man everything if he asked.
She barely had a second to become accustomed to this scandalous position before he slipped the thick tip of his thumb inside her sex. She was now little more than liquid heat. Augusta swallowed deeply, her head lolling forward and coming to rest against Flynn’s chest as he stroked her hard and fast.
She whimpered as he teased her sensitive flesh, gasping when he shifted his thumb to stroke over her excited bud. When he thrust two fingers into her, Augusta’s whole world shifted on its axis. At the same time, he pinched her nipple between his teeth.
“Oh, I love it when you bite,” she sobbed. The pain was magnificent.
There were no words for what this did to her. Augusta was no longer in control of her own body. If Flynn asked, she would gladly offer up her soul.
Harder, deeper, he worked her until she shattered into a thousand shards of pleasure. Her desperate cries filled the quiet night air.
He continued to stroke her through the aftermath of her orgasm. His kisses and tender words of affection finally brought her back down to earth.
“I love it when you climax, G,” he murmured.
“I love you.”
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