He groaned as her breasts fell free of her chemise, high and firm and tipped in the richest shade of dark brown. Unable to help himself, he latched onto one without preamble—no tentative touch or soothing licks to ease her in. It was too much, her straddling him, half-undressed, and finally his for the taking. She issued a strangled cry as he suckled and flicked at her nipple with his tongue, her hips pressing tighter against his with the arch of her back. He couldn’t help but watch her as he feasted on first one breast, then the other, hypnotized by the graceful arch of her neck and sumptuous display of her parted lips. She gasped and panted her pleasure, the sounds heavy with shock and awe.
Cupping the soft mounds, he pressed them upward, his busy tongue laving across both at once, back and forth, circling and teasing. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she held him to her, watching him as if hypnotized by the sight of his face buried in the plush offering of her bosom. He lightly pinched the tips between thumbs and forefingers, delighting in her startled gasp, followed by a powerful shudder and a helpless whimper. He did it again, a little harder this time, and soaked in the shrill sound she made, so wild and wanton.
“Yes,” he crooned, cupping her face and smoothing his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips. “That’s it, love. Let me pleasure you.”
“Yes, Nick,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please.”
He accepted her fiery kiss, sitting up to let her help him peel his coat away and toss it aside. Then, he was lifting her, turning her so she lay across the settee, gown and underpinnings fallen to trap her arms at her sides, skirts pushed to her hips. She seemed heedless to her indecent state, her eyes unfocused and glazed as he settled over her, gripping one knee to hitch it upward and open her.
“Nick!” she exclaimed when he pushed her skirts higher, baring her below the waist.
She had gone rigid beneath him, eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment … but he lost his hold on coherent thought the moment his gaze lowered to the black, silken thatch between her legs and the glimpse of pink flesh glistening with her arousal. His cock throbbed with agonizing insistence, his mouth watering at the heady scent of her.
Calliope writhed beneath him, trying to close her legs but finding the way impeded by his body wedged between them. He palmed her thighs, pressing his thumbs against the taut tendons stroking as he met her gaze.
“There is no shame in this, goddess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the dainty point of her chin. “Don’t hide yourself from me. Yes, that’s good … relax.”
Her thighs eased open as he went on kneading and stroking, working his slow way up. He stopped short of touching her, his hands braced just on the edges of her lower lips, his thumb hovering over the swollen protrusion of her clit.
She bit her lip, breasts heaving as she held her breath in anticipation, thighs quivering. He licked her nipple, holding her gaze as he let his thumb whisper ever so lightly over her swollen nub, drawing a soft gasp from between her lips.
“Do you want me to touch you here, stroke you and tease you until you spend?”
Her head jerked in a nod, but it wasn’t enough for Nick. As badly as he wanted this, he had to be sure she wanted it, too.
“Say it, love,” he urged, his thumb whispering down her slit and circling the taut opening. “Tell me you want me to play with this pretty cunny.”
Her eyes widened as if his words shocked her, but he saw the glint of primal longing in the depths, the spark of something in her that responded to his wickedness. It made him want to push her, peel back her layers to explore the parts of her yet to be discovered and expose them to the light of day. It made him want to debauch her until she was as wicked as he.
“I’m waiting,” he taunted, pressing against her clit and making her eyes roll back into her head. “‘Touch me, Nick,’” he prompted.
Her legs spread wider, hips raising in invitation as she repeated, “Touch me, Nick.”
He pressed harder against her pulsing nub, dragging his thumb in slow circles. The feel of her struck him dumb for a moment, and he could do nothing but let himself experience her, soft as