Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,58

he wanted it this way. Fine, she didn’t care, as long as he fucked her. But instead of his cock, it was his tongue that touched her…in a most forbidden place.

She had read of this, of course. Many men enjoyed this aspect of the act, not only with other men but also with women. But she wasn’t sure…

But oh, how wonderful the feel of his silken tongue against that secret part of her. He stroked her smoothly, lusciously, starting at her clitoris and ending at her anus. Had he done this before? She could never know, and in this moment she didn’t much care. She wanted to experience everything with him. If he demanded entrance, she would grant it.

He slipped one finger into her cunt, slowly finger fucking her as he continued to lick her other opening. She moved her hips in tandem with his thrusts, finding his rhythm, becoming one with him. She wanted more, his cock—in her mouth, in her pussy, even there.

And as if reading her mind, he breached that forbidden hole. She squealed.

“Easy, love. Relax, let this happen.”

“Evan, I…”

“I will stop if you ask me to.”

“No, Lord, don’t stop.” She breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, willing her muscles to relax.

“Good, good,” he said. “You are mine, Alexandra, even this part of you. I will claim all of you.”

Ally relaxed, and slowly, purposely, he slid his finger in and out. He continued to probe her pussy as well, and as she got used to the double penetration, her nipples tightened once again, her skin tingled, and she found herself reaching, soaring for that now known ecstasy.

“Yes, you’re responding.” Evan pressed a kiss to her buttocks. “I will make this good for you. I promise.”

Alexandra moaned, squirming, her deep-seated lust taking over. How wonderful it felt, how perfect. And just when she thought she could take no more, Evan removed his finger from her pussy and replaced it with his cock.

Still he fingered her hole as he fucked her deeply, passionately. Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Sweet God,” Evan groaned. “So good, Alexandra. So tight. You were made for me.”

“So good,” Ally said, her teeth gritted. “It feels so good, Evan.”

He plunged into her again, and then again. He kept going while she shattered once, twice, and then once more. Her orgasms kept coming, coming, taking her to new heights. She danced in the stars against the backdrop of the sun, rainbows, kaleidoscopes, everything in the world vibrating into her. Yet he kept fucking her, fucking her, and fucking her, hard.

“Evan, I can’t take it any longer. My God.” And she came again.

Finally, he groaned and plunged into her so deeply she was sure he touched her womb, and perhaps…her heart.

“Lord.” He pulled out and flopped onto the bed.

Her muscles limp, she crawled next to him. An odd little sack lay next to his now flaccid penis. She reached to touch it.

“A French letter,” he said.

Of course, she knew about French letters. They protected against pregnancy and against some nasty diseases one could catch from sexual contact.

She should be glad he had taken such a precaution. But for some reason, the sight of the item unnerved her. He’d said he was taking her, claiming her. Why did he not want to join with her free of barriers? After all, they had done it before.

But before she could ask, Evan let out a soft snore next to her. She chuckled lightly, snuggled into his arms, and closed her eyes.

* * *

Evan awoke, stood, and walked to the window. The moon still shone brightly, a full silvery-white sphere lighting up London. He turned and gazed at Alexandra, so beautiful and innocent in sleep.

He had acted irrationally. But seeing Landon about to put his mouth on her had awakened a beast within him. Landon would not have Alexandra. She would be Evan’s. After all, he had planned to find a suitable husband for her. Who would be more suitable than he himself? This time he wouldn’t give her an option. He turned and stared out the window once more.

“Evan?”

He spun around. Alexandra sat up in bed, her full breasts hanging gently, beautifully.

Evan walked back to the bed and sat down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s no matter.” She patted the space next to her. “Come, lie down.”

She was so beautiful, so welcoming. Sometimes Evan thought there were two Alexandras—the one he knew by day, who spoke quickly and without thinking, whose actions were often irrational and illogical, and