She was already so aroused simply from his nearness that she’d probably soaked her drawers.
“You smell good, little dove. Now the challenge tonight is two-fold.” His lips were right next to her ear as he spoke. “One, we want to see if you can lose yourself in the sensations of your body despite your environment. Two, if you can do that, you should try to be quieter than you were the last time.” His chucklefelt like a lick across her nipples. “Be a good girl and keep your eyes on the stage.”
This man was pure sin. And heaven help her, but she loved it.
The performers on stage sang beautifully. Though, in a language Agatha did not understand, she watched the characters move across the stage with their powerful voices.
Her heart pounded so rapidly she was tempted to look down and see if the fabric of her dress moved with the beat.
Sebastian shifted in his chair, and then he was gone. On the floor in front of her. Oh no, he couldn’t possibly think he would… big, warm palms slid up the backs of her stockinged calves, then gripped the backs of her knees. He forced her legs to spread further as he disappeared beneath the yards of material that made up her skirts. He maneuvered her body so she was more forward on the chair, allowing her legs to fall open and his head to move into place.
Oh, my heavens, he was actually going to lick her here in front of everyone. No, no one could actually see them, but still. A thrill shot through her at the thought of someone seeing or hearing. Surely that meant she was just as wicked as he.
A finger spread through her folds, then slid inside of her. She clenched around his finger and bit down on her lip. Her eyes glued to the stage, she watched the people move around, their voices loud and melodic, but she had no idea what was happening.
And then his mouth was on her. She placed her hands on her dress over his head. His tongue lapped at her, circling that hidden bud as his finger thrust in and out of her. She kept her teeth secured into her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning. She couldn’t however, prevent herself from rocking her pelvis towards him.
The pleasure tightened in her belly, moving lower into a tense spiral. The players on stage hit a particularly moving partof their music, but Agatha’s focus had narrowed to her core where that wicked, wicked man hid beneath her dress licking her until she thought she’d go mad.
She was getting closer, she could tell, felt her womb tightening on his finger. He responded by inserting a second finger, then he curled them both and found a spot on the front wall of her womb. He rubbed those fingers and licked her nub, over and over and over.
Finally she shattered around him, gripping his head and shaking in her seat. She knew she was likely manning, but it couldn’t be helped.
Then the lights flipped on inside the theatre and she froze. Sebastian stealthily slipped from beneath her skirts and came up holding a pair of glasses.
“Here you go, my dear, I found your glasses.”
She knew she was blushing fiercely, but there was nothing to be done about that. She opened the fan dangling from her wrist and popped it open to wave it in front of her face. Perhaps any onlookers would simply think she’d overheated.
She should be angry with him, but the truth of the matter was she felt nothing but pleasure and amusement at his antics. Perhaps she had the right temperament to be a mistress after all.
One glance at the wicked man next to her and her body heated all over again. He was watching her, his blue eyes nearly black with desire. Her gaze lowered to the front of his trousers. Even in his current seated position, she could see the pronounced urge hidden within. He had his fingers at his mouth and he was methodically licking them clean.
She swallowed, then licked her lips.
“You are a wicked man,” she said.
“Oh, little dove, you have no idea.” He leaned a little closer. “What I’d like to do is bend you over the railing of this box and pound into you from behind. I don’t care who watches. I’m sobloody hard for you right now I’m close to making a mess in my trousers.” His face hardened and he nearly looked angry. “I do not ever lose control. But the taste of your sweet cunny drives me to near madness.”
His words produced a fresh wave of moisture to her core. And she found she didn’t want to wait any longer for him to be inside her. She forced herself to wait until the intermission ended and the theatre fell dark once again.
“I believe I’ve come down with a headache. Perhaps we could leave early. I suspect the nice dark confines of the carriage will be more pleasurable for me at the moment.”
He swore, then stood and faced her while he readjusted his pants to better conceal his arousal. Then he held his arm out to her. “I’m sorry you’re feeling unwell.”
They did not speak again until they were enclosed inside her carriage. He’d barely sat on the bench seat before he’d pull her into his lap. Straddling him proved momentarily challenging because of her dress, but he was able to shift her skirts in a way that nestled her against the hard ridge at the front of his trousers.
She bucked against him, trying to alleviate some of the pressure in her core.
“I’m taking you back to my townhome. I’m going to fuck you on every surface I can.”
Agatha sucked in a breath. “So very wicked,” she whispered.
He bucked against her effectively rubbing himself where she needed him most. “I don’t hear you objecting.”
That, she couldn’t deny. He kissed her then. Long, and deep and slow. A kiss that seemed to make promises she knew that neither of them could keep. This, what they had, wasn’t going to last. They were a comet, burning bright. Hot and fast, then disappearing without even a streak across the sky.
Though Agatha couldn’t ignore that tiny voice that warned her repeatedly that this—that he—could leave a lasting and significant scar on her heart.