Page 24 of The Sweetest Season
“If I do that, I will…be uncontained.”For any generously endowed woman, struggling with stays was a daily battle.Fashions of the day favored slender, slight ladies who hardly needed any support at all.Without the nominal restriction of the stays, Beatrice would spill out over the top of her chemise.
“Then uncontain yourself, gorgeous.And get on the table.Because I want to slather this honey all over you and then lick it off.”
Heat pooled in her belly, and she knew she’d be wet between her legs.
“You want meonthe table?”
“The oak came from a warship,” he told her carelessly.“It’s withstood cannon fire and hurricanes.It can certainly take a little rough lovemaking.”
“How rough?”
“However rough you like it, Bea.”
Well.
She did her best to loosen the long cords and ties, which suddenly seemed determined to stay tied.Noel evidently enjoyed just watching.Finally, she dropped the stays to the table.Her breasts immediately overtook the more fragile fabric of her chemise, the last layer between his eyes and her skin.She held her arms up to keep some of her body hidden.
He gently pulled her arms away.
Her nipples pressed against the fine lawn, and the curves of each breast so prominent it left nothing to his imagination.
“I told you,” she said.“There’s too much of me.”
“Lies,” he said, surveying her with such hunger that she couldn’t say any more.“You are endlessly beautiful, Bea.I want to paint you.I want to worship you.”Then he gave her a wicked smile.“But at the moment I’ll settle for tasting you.”
He picked up a paintbrush that he must have planted earlier, and smiled at her.He dipped the brush in the bowl, then painted the thick honey onto her skin, obviously enjoying the way she gasped when he brushed the sensitive circle around her nipples.He teased her, flicking the brush until she was almost painfully aroused, her skin pink and flushed.
Bea moaned, overtaken by the intense pleasure of his touch.He licked her breasts clean, and then put more glaze on, eager for a second course.Again, he concentrated on her nipples, suckling slowly while he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tightly to him.
Pressure built in her core, and she began to lift her hips to ride against his thigh.
“Mmm, you want more.”He sounded very pleased, and his voice fell like honey in her ears.“Spread your legs, sweet Bea, and let me have dessert.I’ve been dreaming of tasting you there.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Why not?You deserve to be enjoyed fully.Or are you worried I’ve run out of honey?”
She bit her lip, stifling a laugh at his ridiculous innuendo.“You’re joking.”
“About the honey, yes.Trust me, there’s plenty.Christ, Beatrice, let me eat you that way.”
“You want to?Truly?”
“Just the idea of doing it makes my cock ache,” he told her in a tone that made her ache too.
She finally nodded, letting her legs open a bit.
Noel looked exultant.“Close your eyes.”He kept kissing her as he nudged her knees further apart, eager, open-mouthed kisses that left her wanting more.
Then she felt the brush sweep across her sex and inhaled sharply.“Oh.”
“You like that too, do you, sweet Bea?I’ll remember that.”He knelt between her open thighs.“Lean back a little, darling.”
How could she still be surprised at this point?But he still caught her off guard, his tongue slipping lightly in and out along glazed folds, savoring her without devouring her.Yet.
Bea’s core hummed with excitement, her nerves practically dancing in time with Noel’s tongue.She’d rarely felt so pleased to be in her own body.The pulse of deep pleasure he was stirring up in her was better, sweeter, hotter…
Without warning, Bea cried out, bliss spreading out all through her.She blinked, coming out of the haze he’d tossed her into.“I…I came.”
