She eyed him skeptically. “That will not work.”
“Trust me, it will.” He dragged her skirts up and slipped his hand between her legs to find her already wet for him, which immediately roused his cock. “What’s more, youwantme to do it, too.”
Coloring fetchingly, she murmured, “The chair will break.”
“Good. I hate this ostentatious chair.” He nuzzled her neck, then tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. “It’s ugly and old-fashioned and very much in my father’s taste. If we break it, I’ll buy one more to our liking.”
“Our?” She eyed him askance. “I have not yet said I will marry you.”
“Then allow me to convince you.” In his eagerness, he took her mouth too roughly, but she rose to the kiss like a gazelle to the sky. And when he leaned her back in his arms, she threw hers about his neck and kissed him so thoroughly that he went hard as stone beneath her bottom.
Giselle was everything warm and sweet and endearing, with a little bit of tart at her center. He loved that about her. He had to have her in his life, no matter what.
He kissed his way down to her bosom, so beautifully lifted for his pleasure, then worked at her gown and undergarments so he could expose one breast for his mouth.
“What if one of the boys comes in?” she whispered, then let out an inarticulate sound of pleasure as he sucked hard on her nipple.
“Then they’ll learn to knock, won’t they?” he murmured against her breast. “But I don’t think they will stumble upon us. They don’t know we’re here.”
“Of … course.” When he slid his hand up beneath her skirts to thumb her pearl, she arched up against his hand with a gasp. “I … no longer … care … who finds us.”
He chuckled. “Nor I.”
She shifted atop him, which only further aroused him.
“God,mon petit chou,I cannot take my time with you tonight. I want you too badly.” He slid her off his lap and onto the wide marquise seat just long enough to unbutton his trousers and drawers so he could shove them down to his knees. Then he pulled her back on top of him, but with her legs straddling him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He dragged his shirt tails up higher and tucked her skirts out of the way. “Helping you make love to me,ma chérie.”
“Like this?” She looked perplexed.
“No,” he said, and pulled her bottom up until she was kneeling over him. “Like this.” Then he guided her down onto his cock.
As her warmth engulfed him, he uttered a sigh of pure pleasure.
“Ohh!” she cried. “How very … intriguing.”
“How very satisfying.” He settled her better on top of him. “Being inside you is pure heaven, sweeting.”
She looked down to where they were joined. “So, I suppose it is I who must do the seducing?” She wriggled a bit atop him, driving him to the brink of insanity.
“Not like that, you don’t,” he groaned.
A minxish smile tipped up her lips. “Like this, then?” she said, and came up just enough to torment him before sliding far too slowly down.
“If you’re trying to tease me,” he rasped, “you’re doing an excellent job of it.”
“I am just making sure of the proper procedure, sir,” she said in a tone of perfect innocence.
He glared at her. “The proper procedure is that you move up and down on top of me as quickly as you can … before I go out … of my … bloodymind,damn it!”
She laughed flat out. “Oh, very well,mon chéri.” Then she began to slide up and down on top of him.
It was magnificent.Shewas magnificent, part goddess, part witch, determined to drive him to distraction.
So, he sought to do the same. Down where they were joined, he rubbed her the way she liked, relishing her every little moan and sigh of enjoyment. With her breasts mere inches from his mouth, he took advantage of those, too, sucking each in turn, enjoying her pleasure almost as much as his own.