He exhaled, torn between frustration and arousal. “Who’s responsible for putting women in so many layers of garments?”
She chucked low. “No one benefits, except the mantua makers. Now, the laces on my stays.”
It took far too long to undo the ties—he ached for her naked flesh. And yet it was over too quickly— he wanted to savor the experience of undressing her. Soon, she stood before him in only her shift. The sheer fabric barely concealed the hardened tips of her nipples, and he could just make out the triangle of curls between her legs.
“Talk to me,” she murmured. “There’s something delicious in hearing your lover’s thoughts.”
“I want inside your body, and your mind,” he said on a rasp.
“Then let me into yours.”
“You’re so lovely.” It wasn’t easy to speak or give shape to the raging need within him. Yet as the words left his lips, her gaze grew both aroused and soft. Perhaps she’d expected him to say something crude. “If you only knew how many times I’d tried to picture you like this.”
“Why stop here? Take off my shift.”
He helped remove the flimsy garment, his breath rough. Now she was clad in nothing but a knowing smile, and as she plucked the pins from her coiffure, her hair tumbled over her shoulders.
He sank down to his knees as he beheld her—full breasts tipped with large, tawny nipples, rounded belly, a gorgeous nest of honey-colored hair between her legs. “By God.”
She stepped to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into the softness of her stomach. He rubbed his cheek against her silken flesh, his breath ragged.
“Go lower,” she instructed. “Taste how much I want you.”
He nuzzled down, and she inhaled sharply as he dipped his tongue between her folds. The taste and smell of her arousal was a conflagration in his blood.
“I want you to—” he began, then stopped himself as that shadowed, demanding thing within him tried to seize control.
“It’s all right,” she whispered. “Take control. Tell me what you want.”
The creature inside him growled in approval. “Widen your legs for me.”
She made a soft whimper, and to his delight, she complied. “Use everything I’ve taught you.”
He caressed her pussy with his fingers, then his tongue, and her hands clutched at his head.
“Yes—yes,” she urged him.
He lapped at her, sucking and licking and devouring her like the feast she was. When he thrust two fingers into her passage—touching her as she’d instructed in the schoolroom—she moaned. Within her was the secret place, swollen with need, and he stroked against it as he flicked his tongue against her clitoris.
She came with a cry, holding him tightly to her as she ground against his unrelenting mouth. He gripped her trembling thighs to keep her standing, and her knees wobbled.
Kissing his way up her stomach, he kept her upright while he rose to his feet. Her fingers still wove into his hair, and she tilted his head to kiss him.
“You liked that.” He’d pleased her—the fulfillment of his greatest wish.
She stroked her hand along his jaw. “When natural talent meets a willingness to learn, the benefits are boundless.” Before he could preen, she went on, “Still haven’t given me everything I want.”
He glanced toward the waiting chair, then back at her, and her smile was replete with sensuality.
Reluctant though he was to let go of her, he had to in order to take off his clothing. He pulled everything from his body in a frenzy of movement, the task made difficult by the avarice in her gaze as she watched him disrobe. He was grateful for the work he did to maintain his condition—if only to see how much his form pleased her.
When he was finally nude, he strode to the chair and brought it beside the fire. His limbs were electric with energy and need, the chair weighing nothing as he placed it precisely where it had to be to fulfill her fantasy. He was rewarded by her approving nod. Her gaze flicked to the chair in a wordless command. At once, he sat down to wait for her.
She walked to him, a timeless siren swaying her hips with each step. Though she seemed breathless with eagerness, she took her time crossing the distance, as though she savored not just their joining, but the delicious tension that stretched out in the space between sex. Here again, she taught him. There could be enjoyment in the delay of pleasure, and in cultivating anticipation.
Yet she was no goddess. She was as much a mortal being as he, and that made his need and admiration for her expand like the corona around the sun, engulfing them both in heat and radiance.
By the time she stood in front of him, his chest heaved and his cock ached as it strained up toward his navel.
“Are you ready?” she asked throatily.
“Fuck, yes.” Perhaps he should have been more eloquent, but it was impossible to find pretty words when he was dying with want of her.
Before she could instruct him, he opened his arms. He could show her that he’d taken her lessons to heart, and that he was becoming the powerful man she believed him to be.
She came to him right away, positioning herself. The chair was amply proportioned. Following her lead, he helped arrange her limbs so that she straddled him. Their bodies fit together snugly, surrounding them in heat of their own making, even as the fire sent out its own glowing warmth. He clasped her rounded hips, loving the softness beneath his palms.
They both hissed at the press of her pussy against his cock.
On an impulse, he dragged his shaft through her folds, coating himself in her wetness, and teased the head of his cock against her clitoris. Her moan was his reward, thrumming over his skin like a deep melody.
She lifted herself up slightly, but when he reached to angle his cock to meet her, she gasped, “Let me.”
He held his breath as she gripped his shaft, and could not look away as she positioned him where she needed him, with the head of his cock tight against her entrance. He adored how bold she was, how in command of both of their pleasure. A glance at her face showed that her cheeks were flushed, and she bit her bottom lip as she made certain his cock was in precisely the place she desired. Slowly, she lowered, beginning to fill herself with him.
Much as he wanted to see his cock slide into her, her expression enraptured him even more. Ecstasy filled her face as she leaned back to watch herself take him into her body. Pleasure doubled, both from the sensation of being surrounded by her tight passage as well as seeing how their joining affected her.
When he lifted his hips, she said throatily, “Not yet. Let me sink onto your cock, inch by inch.”
It took all his strength to keep still and not thrust up, plunging into her entirely. Sweat slicked his back as he held himself motionless. As she had said, she lowered slowly, moaning when he was in her to the hilt.
“This is what you desired,” he rumbled. In this position, she was in control.
“Yes,” she said, almost panting. “Yes, this.”
For a moment, neither moved—which was a blessing because she felt so wondrous he could have climaxed without a single stroke.
“Touch my breasts,” she instructed him. “Pinch my nipples with those gorgeous fingers of yours.”
He did so, cupping her breast with one hand and lightly squeezing the nipple. Her head tipped forward as she let out a pleasured cry.