His hands stopped at his breeches and he jutted out his chin in question.
She nodded.
And to her immense pleasure, he undid his falls and the fabric dropped to the floor. Only in smallclothes with a large bulge, Dermont faced her with heavy lidded eyes.
And the paintbrush kept going down. Down over his smallclothes. Over the bulge. Slowly.
He shuddered at the same time she clenched her legs together.
Slowly, she forced her legs to make her stand. “You had asked me about pleasure, Dermont?” Black, smoldering eyes caught hers, and her heart had not let up on its heavy drumming. Her breaths were coming in fast. Her corset felt tight. Far too tight. Her nipples rubbed against the inner fabric. Sensations rushed to her head.
“What do you know of pleasure, Honoria?” His hands were on her waist, softly. And her breasts were now heaving against his partially exposed chest.
Nerves clenched, toes curled, she had to respond. Had to try and shoot this shot. Because perhaps it would never come again. Her mouth opened to speak words she didn’t know she was brave enough to utter, “Only…only what you might show me.”
His eyes dropped to her lips as one hand slid around to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. The line of paint on his body soaked into her gown.
“Drop the brush, Honoria.”
It clattered to the floor just as his lips met hers. He guided her hands around his neck and shrugged out of his layers. Naked before her.
“Do you want this on?” he murmured into her ear, referring to her gown.
“D-do you want it on?”
“Hell, no. I need to see all these curves for myself.” His fingers dug into her hips, loosing a small mewl from her mouth.
“You really want to see them?”
“See them. Lick them. Bite them. Worship them.”
A quick nod later and her gown, along with all her layers were haphazardly tossed to the ground.
She had never stood naked in front of a man before and wanted to hide herself as his eyes took her all in.
When he backed away, she looked around for her gown, and she bent down to pick it up.
An animalistic groan filled the room, followed by, “Fuck. Me.”
Chapter 9
Honoria
The crude words shook her. And then swelled her. And then heated her from the inside out.
Seated on the settee, Dermont’s intense gaze pinned her to the spot. He was dragging his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Honoria,” he pleaded with a gravelly voice. And only then did she really look at him to see his cock jutting out from between his legs. “Come here, darling. I want to see you bend over again, but I need to be sitting for it this time.”
A liquid pooling between her own legs caused her to shiver.
“Walk over to me, darling. Slowly. That’s it.”
She had no idea what she was doing, but his reaction—and that groan—was the confidence she needed to do what he said.
“Now turn around. Not too fast.” Heart hammered and a small bead of sweat was collecting on her forehead despite her being naked. Then his hands were on her bottom, squeezing, softly. Pulling her apart. Everywhere. She could hardly stand, she was trembling with such ferocity. One of his palms glided up her spine, curving her, bringing her down to sit on him.
A strong gasp stole her breath as her core made contact with his cock. Velvety soft, but hard as steel. And dewy.