Page 46 of Long Live the Baron
“There is honey in my soap.” Her reply was reflexive, because the feel of his mouth against her belly utterly distracted her. Then his head slipped lower as he finally pulled the rail off completely and threw it aside. “Ohhhhh!” Lily thrilled as his mouth reached the apex of her thighs and he swiped his hot tongue over her slit. Throbbing sensation streaked outward in powerful waves, making all thought vanish as she raised her hips, pleading for more.
Brendan’s tongue swiped again, slipping between her slick folds to find the center of her pleasure. Lily threw her head back and wailed as her legs fell apart in silent appeal.
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Brendan was utterly intoxicated,lapping at the slick pearl between his bride’s legs and captivated by her exuberant delight. He had never experienced such an immersion of sensation and emotion, the affinity that had been growing between them somehow capturing his full attention as he lost himself entirely in the act of lovemaking.
It had never been like this before. Because he had never liked the woman in his bed as much as he liked Lily. He wanted to bring her indescribable pleasure, so that she completely unraveled in his arms.
The unanticipated surprise was that as her passion mounted, so did his in direct response. As she bucked and gyrated in intense reaction, he found himself overtaken by the intensity of his own, ravenous to bring her to her peak.
In the matter of bed sport, Brendan was an experienced man, but currently he was an untamed beast seeking her finale with ruthless abandon until the sound of Lily’s fervor suddenly climaxed with a surge of her rounded hips, a stiffening of her trembling young body, and a loud wail. Then, ever so slowly, she relaxed as she fell back to earth.
Brendan growled in victory as he scrambled back to his feet, reaching for the tapes of his trousers. Lily was stretched out in boneless satiation, but she leisurely turned her head to follow his hands as he untied the garment and slipped it off. Her mouth fell open in amazement as his cock sprang free, but instead of shrinking back like a virginal young miss, her expression was one of great interest as she turned onto her side to observe him.
“Can I … touch?”
Brendan inhaled heavily to fight back the invasion of ecstasy that flooded his body before nodding. Lily moved to the edge of the bed, reaching out a hesitant hand to rap her delicate fingers around his hardened length. Brendan groaned, flexing his hips. When she ran her exploratory hand down before cupping his ballocks in her soft caress, he nearly spent.
Blazes!
He considered himself a man with skill and superb control in the bedroom, but Lily was destroying him with her innocent curiosity. She was wholly uninhibited in her passion, just as he had suspected she might be.
Her unrestrained interest in him was beguiling, thrilling, and seductive, leaving no words to describe how … how …
Catching her hand, he pulled it away lest he fail in his duty to consummate their marriage. Instead, as she fell back onto the bed, he braced a knee beside her and leaned in to capture her lips in another searing kiss, his naked skin making contact with hers. She was soft and delicate, but there was no denying that little Lily had feminine curves. From rounded breasts to flaring hips, she was all woman, and he was frantic to become one with her.
“Lily, you know this will hurt the first time?”
Her big brown eyes found his, glazed as his must be, and she nodded tremulously. “It could hurt a lot.”
“I will try to make you as comfortable as possible,” he murmured in sympathy, catching her pink mouth with his. With one hand planted above her shoulder to hold him aloft, his other reached down and he guided himself to her slick entrance. Kissing her deeply, he penetrated her tight channel as her eyes flew open in surprise. Thrusting forward, he entered fully and then froze above her to give her time.
It was hell.
She had tensed in resistance but gradually relaxed the intimate muscles surrounding his length, and every tiny movement was an invitation to thrust and take his pleasure. He waited, clenching his jaw against the impulse until Lily’s eyes drifted closed and her body relaxed—his signal that she was ready to continue.
He withdrew before gently surging forward once more and she gasped. It seemed to be a sound of pleasure, so he carefully continued the thrusting while every inch of his body screamed to unleash his passion and finish.
Kissing her honeyed lips, while she clenched around him, was agonizing joy. Brendan wet his lips, fighting for his patience, while his free hand found the slick pearl that was the key to her satisfaction and circled it until she was gasping and lifting her hips rhythmically against him, wild with wanting.
Brendan thrusted and stroked until Lily arched back into the bed and wailed as she reached a shuddering release, her intimate muscles pulsing around him as he stopped holding back and lunged to his own completion with a growl of triumph.
CHAPTER13
“The art of war is of vital importance to the state. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.”
Sun Tzu, L’Art de la Guerre (The Art of War)
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JULY 30, 1821
Brendan awoke with a start. The sound of racing footsteps could be heard from his room, confirming that he had not dreamt the loud crash that had jolted him from his sleep.
Lily was warm and very much asleep in the crook of his arm, and he gently rolled her over so as not to disturb her rest.
Slipping out of the bed, he pulled on his trousers, then arming himself with a heavy candlestick, he made his way through the dark of night to open the connecting door. It still felt out of place to be sleeping here, the former rooms of his uncle-father, but he had prevailed in anticipation of Lily’s arrival.
