The Footman and I - Valerie Bowman Page 0,87

same way he’d done to her earlier. His groan told her she was doing the right thing. She finally moved down between his legs until the musky scent of him filled her nostrils and she was staring at his manhood.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and kissed it tentatively. He groaned. Oh, he must like that. She pushed herself up, her palms against the mattress on either side of his hips and kissed the tip of it. He sucked in his breath, hard. Ooh, that must have been even more pleasurable for him. She stared at it for a few seconds, contemplating what else might give him pleasure before deciding to touch the tip with her tongue.

His hips nearly came off the mattress. She smiled to herself, immensely pleased with her discovery. Her tongue gave him the most pleasure. Duly noted.

She wrapped one fist around him and held him in place before descending again to lick the tip.

“Please can I move my hands?” he begged.

“No,” she replied simply. “Not unless you tell me what else would give you pleasure.”

She heard him swallow hard.

“I—”

“Yes?” She licked the tip again. He groaned.

She licked again. “I cannot possibly be doing this correctly. I need you to tell me what else to do.”

“Jesus. You’re doing it correctly.”

She licked him once more before adding, “Tell me what else to do. I insist.”

His voice was filled with half-pleasure, half-pain when he choked out, “Slide…slide me into your mouth.”

Frances blinked. Of course. Why hadn’t she thought of that? She wasted no time. She pushed herself up on her knees and lowered her mouth so that she was just above his member. Then she kissed the tip once more before opening her lips and sliding him into her throat. His moan made her shudder. The farther she took him into her mouth, the louder and more intense his groan. When she nearly reached the hilt, she pulled her lips back up slowly.

“Oh, my God, Frances,” he gasped.

It was official. She was drunk with power. To have this gorgeous strong man at her mercy. She did it again and again as his hips thrashed. Then she pulled her lips off of him with a sucking noise. “What else should I do?” she whispered breathlessly, wildly. “To give you pleasure.”

He moved one hand down to the back of her head and guided her back to his manhood. “Suck me,” he breathed.

The wet warmth between Frances’s legs increased. She wanted to rub herself against him, instead she put her lips back over him and took him into her mouth again, this time sucking as she went. His hand stayed on the back of her head, gently guiding her as he trembled.

She kept up the motion, again and again until she felt him tense.

“Frances, please,” he begged.

She pulled her lips off of him. “What is it?” She searched his face.

“I can’t take much more. Please let me make love to you.”

She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and smiled. “Very well.” She moved away from him and rolled onto her back. “As you wish.”

He wasted no time moving atop her. His mouth returned to her breast and he pulled her nipple between his teeth, making her arch her back and wrap her arms around his neck.

He pushed her legs apart with his knee and she felt him probing against her wet warmth. She reached down between them to guide him and wrapped her hand around his manhood. He shuddered and groaned.

Then he was sliding into her. He stopped when she made a little hitching noise in the back of her throat.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“No, I just didn’t think it would fit,” she admitted, her nose scrunched up.

He smiled against her shoulder. “I love you,” he breathed, sliding in all the way.

Frances blinked. She’d been expecting pain. Mama had told her to expect pain. But all she felt was the hot glide of him inside of her. When he rocked his hips, she forgot to breathe. Then his hand moved down between them and he found her sensitive nub once more. He circled it with his thumb again and again until she called out his name as she fell over the precipice.

Lucas pushed inside of her again and again until he called her name and collapsed against her.

Several moments passed in which they were silent. Rain pelted against the windows. The storm outside had begun in earnest and they hadn’t even noticed. Finally, Lucas pushed