Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,39

sigh, she parted them, and he drove his tongue into her mouth. She responded immediately, twirling her tongue around his own, soft groans coming from her throat.

Yes, yes, he had her now. He continued kissing her while he cupped one of her peachy breasts. It swelled beneath his hand. Her dratted corset kept him from feeling the nipple that he knew would be hard under his touch.

She sighed against him, kissing him with passion. And then he jolted. She had gripped his erection through his trousers. He nearly spent right then and there. He was nothing more than a youthful lad with her, so eager was he. He was not inexperienced by any means, but in Alexandra’s presence, all of that drifted away with the wind.

He tore his mouth from hers, regretting the loss almost instantly. “Turn around,” he commanded.

She complied, and he began unfastening her gown.

“What is it about you?” he whispered against her neck. “Why do I ache for you so much? What have you done to me?”

“Faster, Evan. Undress me. I need you.”

She hadn’t answered his question. He worked her buttons as fast as his thick fingers would allow, his breathing more rapid with each new bit of skin he exposed. When her dress sat in a puddle on the floor, he loosened her corset and removed it. He turned her around and brushed her soft chemise off of her shoulders. She stood before him naked but for her drawers, her engorged breasts held out like an offering. Her nipples were puckered and pink. He bent to taste one.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “That feels so heavenly.”

He nibbled on the nipple, biting, tugging, sucking. The texture was like silk and the taste like the sweetest pear. He feared he could never get enough of her. He moved to the other nipple while continuing to work the first with his fingers. She moaned, such sweet sounds from her throat. He nipped and tugged until he brushed his hands down her sides and over the swells of her hips, pushing her drawers to the floor. Her dark bush of curls beckoned him. He left her nipples, kissing down her abdomen and then inhaling the earthy scent of her sex. Lord, she intoxicated him. The lips of her pussy were just visible at the apex of the triangle. They were already red and wet. On his knees, he tongued her clitoris.

“Oh,” she sighed. “I was just telling Sophie earlier that there was an organ on the female body that was meant solely for pleasure.” Her breaths came rapidly. “She didn’t…believe me…”

Evan chuckled. He continued licking her for a few moments but then ceased. “Turn around, sweet, and sit on the edge of my desk. And then spread your legs for me.”

She obeyed, and there she was, glistening and pink, engorged and beautiful, just waiting for him to plunder her. He slid his tongue from the bottom of her opening to her clitoris, stopping to suck on the tight nub. She gasped. Yes, it was an interesting little part of the female body, one he’d learned to love. Nothing was better than bringing a woman pleasure, and that little nub of nerve endings was the key to the process. Not to mention it was close to that part of her that held him so beautifully, hugged him so tightly, and gave him the utmost pleasure.

He continued to lick her sweet pussy, circling her opening, rubbing his cheeks against her wetness. Pure heaven. Here she was, bared for his pleasure, while he was still fully clothed. His cock pulsated against his britches, longing for release—release that only she could grant him. Would she take him between those ruby lips? Suddenly, he wanted that more than his next moment on this earth, to have those luscious full lips pleasuring him. But he didn’t want to scare her. He would settle for being embedded in her lovely cunt.

She writhed on the desk, squirming, gasping, groaning. “I’m going to climax, Evan, please, please!”

He thrust two fingers into her, and she shattered around him, her walls clamping down around his fingers as the orgasm took her. God, she was beautiful. All women looked beautiful in ecstasy, but Alexandra—she was something special, something unique. Her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her rosy engorged breasts, her silky hair tumbling free from its confined style—she was simply stunning.

He stood hastily, unbuckling and unbuttoning his trousers. His cock was thick and swollen, and it ached to be inside her sweet suction.