ravishing kisses and her eyes…they had glittered with carnal knowledge.
She lightly kissed over his jaw, down to the indentation at the base of his throat, and inhaled his scent into her lungs. Her marquess needed to understand that he alone would not dictate when they made love. His personality was driven and forceful, but she was not afraid of it or him, and if she wanted something, surely he must understand she would take it. With a rough groan he pushed her away from him, lurched to his feet, and lowered himself to the sofa.
Splayed at his feet, her nightgown wantonly ridden up to her thighs, she smiled at him. His gaze narrowed. Then she stood and in one graceful move removed her nightgown from her body.
He sucked in a sharp breath and clenched the arm of the sofa in a visibly tight grip. “Woman,” he began warningly. “I’ve decided. You’ll not tempt me to—”
His words died when she lowered herself to the carpet to kneel between his splayed legs.
“Oh? You decided?” she drawled with a smile, reaching up to release her knot of hair from the loose chignon. Her heavy tresses tumbled to her shoulders and back in riotous waves, and appreciation lit in his eyes.
Maryann loved that he loved her hair.
She rested her hands on his thighs, and the muscles bunched between her fingertips. His body reacted to her provocative position of kneeling before him and his manhood hardened behind the flap of his trousers.
“If you will recall that I had mentioned some months ago, my friends and myself accidentally came upon a book in the library. It was clear it had been hastily tucked away, and that was the driver for our curiosity.”
Holding his stare and fighting to keep her blush at bay, she reached for his pants, and deftly opened the flap of his trousers. His manhood sprang into her hands, hard, heavy, and straining. His girth was such she could barely close her fingers fully around him, and it astonished her she had taken him so eagerly into her body.
“It was a very naughty book,” she said mischievously. “This was before we decided to be sinful wallflowers, but wickedness must have been brewing in our hearts from then because we all hid in the library and devoured the pages. Our eyes were opened, our sensibilities mortified, the women in us intrigued.”
He made no reply, merely watched her with that brilliant, hawkish gaze, a flush of color high on his cheekbones. His eyes glittered with desire, with emotions. Without saying any more, Maryann dipped her head and kissed the very tip of his manhood.
He groaned, and the fingers on the armchair tightened. She had no notion what she was about, but she had seen the pictures, and he had pleasured her in a similar manner several times. Maryann believed in the reciprocity of such delights.
This time she kissed that flared crown as if it were his lips, and when he shouted she released him to press a single finger across his lips.
“Shh,” she whispered. “Remember where we are.”
The lust that leaped into his gaze had such a savage cast, her heart tripped. Her breasts swelled with languorous heaviness, breathing fractured, and she shifted a bit on her knees. Then with a mischievous smile, she went back to her tender ministrations.
…
Nicolas thrust his fingers into Maryann’s hair, bunching them away from her face. He didn’t want the curtain of her hair to hide her face from him; he wanted to see every lick and teasing caress she made with her tongue against his cock. That first wicked stroke of her tongue had a rough groan slipping from him.
The minx smiled.
That wide, lush mouth was taking him with artless sensuality and decadent greed. She was so innocent in how she licked and kissed along the thick length of his cock, and Nicolas had never witnessed a more arousing sight than her knelt before him, pleasuring him, her russet glory bunched in his fingers. Pleasure rippled from his engorged length to his balls.
Each stroke of her tongue, tug of her lips, pounded lust through his veins. Nicolas felt as if he were enslaved to the stroke of her tongue, he bloody trembled, and sweat beaded his brow.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, voice so guttural with arousal he sounded unintelligible.
There was a point he thought he muttered crooning nonsense for she giggled sweetly against him. Then she sucked him into her mouth as far as she could take him. A