“Yes,” she said, already losing herself to the pleasure of his massaging touch.
“And where else, Beatrice?” Algernon’s deep, husky voice asked as he slipped his exploring hand to around her back.
Beatrice shook her head. She could not say. No matter what he did to her, she could not speak of something so private.
“You will answer me,” he rasped, pulling her from the window and into his chest, his one hand wrapped under her jaw, so he could turn her lips toward his.
Beatrice didn’t fight but instead rose on her toes to accept his kiss. Her arms wound around his neck on their own volition, giving in to the need to feel him as close to her as possible. Like he had taught her, she parted her lips and surrendered hertongue, shivers of pleasure taking over her body as he suckled so very gently on it then moved to her bottom lip.
“Tell me, Beatrice,” he rasped, lifting her up and placing her on the wide windowsill. “Tell me where else.”
His kisses moved down over her throat, causing each tendon and muscle in her body to grow languid and warm. There was no fighting. Not anymore. Not when he made her feel this way.
“Between,” she said on a shuddered breath as his mouth moved closer to her breasts. “Between my legs.”
As she confessed such an intimate thing, her sex pulsed again, the cloth of her nightgown growing damp as she sat there and reveled in pleasure of his hot mouth. A thick, heady groan of praise left Algernon’s lips only a moment before he drew the loose fabric of her nightgown down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Not even a moment passed where she could feel the air upon the naked flesh before his mouth closed around one, and his palm enveloped another.
Beatrice dropped her head back, letting it rest on the cool pane of the window as she let herself experience the sensation for the first time. She whimpered, moaned, and writhed as his mouth suckled and his tongue lapped at her sensitive nipple. She drew her hand up to his hair, letting herself feel the silky strands as she melted for him.
Then she gasped, as suddenly Algernon was not at her breasts but on his knees, and his hands were spreading her own knees apart from one another.
“What are you doing?” she breathed, trying to rouse herself from the heady wave of lust she’d been dragged under. She pushed weakly at Algernon’s shoulders as he drew her nightgown up to her hips.
“No, no, Algernon, you cannot. I do not—” She stopped, her eyes rolling as she drew in a shaky breath as his tongue pressed against her quivering sex.She’d never felt anything so heavenly!
“Should I stop?” Algernon’s deep, muffled voice came from between her thighs.
“No!” Her protest came out raspy and strangled before her mind had time to work.
A throaty chuckle was Algernon’s only response. Then his tongue made a slow sweep across her petals again, and his grip tightened on her thighs.Even thatsent her body into further frenzy.
Algernon’s tongue was relentless and precise, sliding between her dewy folds with even strokes that made her heart race and her breath quicken. Then, just as she was sure she was about to tremble out of her skin, he’d make a change. Move his suckling lips to first one fold then another; slide his tongue over her crease then suckle again. Every time she thought she was about to the pinnacle of pleasure, he’d do something different until shewas nearly sobbing and begging for him. Though what she was begging for, she had no clue.
Then Algernon stopped and leaned back on his heels. It took great effort, but Beatrice looked down at him with a pained look. The moment she did though, her need grew greater. She’d never seen a man like this! Algernon’s dark green irises were entirely eaten away by the black of his pupils. His face was flushed, his lips slick with the evidence of her need. His breath moved in his wide chest as if he too was pained by his stopping.
“You still think such acts are abhorrent, Beatrice?” he asked, his deep tone full of ache.
Beatrice quickly,vehementlyshook her head.
“Say it,” he growled.
“It is not abhorrent,” she whispered obediently, feeling her nerves begin to scream for more. “You were right. I am sorry for doubting you.”
A positively wicked smile took over Algernon’s shining lips, making her heart and her sex pulse in double time.
“You will learn, Beatrice,” he rasped, his grip tightening on her thighs as he inched back toward the apex of her legs. “Good things come to those who obey me.”
Beatrice’s mouth dropped open, but no words formed as Algernon moved back between her thighs. She moaned and nearly jumped off of the windowsill as she felt his tongue not at her lips but at a bundle of nerves his tongue had found just atop them.
She’d never known such a bundle existed, but as Algernon’s tongue swept over the sensitive bit of flesh, her back arched and pleasure shot from her head all the way down into her toes, curling them as she forgot how to breathe. Then, just as she felt she could not withstand any more feeling, she felt Algernon’s finger slide between her wet petals and into her very sex.
For a moment, Beatrice couldn’t breathe, so taken aback by the feeling of having something inside of her. She was not in pain—in fact quite opposite. As he began to thrust in time with the flicking of his tongue, the new sensation intensified, causing that sense of buildup to begin in her lower belly again. Beatrice began to tremble uncontrollably as his thick finger stretched her inner walls and drove deeper, each thrust producing a wet, slick sound to erupt in the air.
Another blush swept through her cheeks as she heard the sounds of her own body’s pleasure, but she was too wrapped in Algernon’s ministrations to let herself be too embarrassed.
“You are so close for me, little one,” Algernon rasped between her thighs. “I can feel how tightly you squeeze my finger. Let go.”
Beatrice whimpered, caught on a precipice she did not understand.