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Authors: Robin Schone
between them. The small pain seemed insignificant in comparison to what was going to happen.
Very firmly, very gently, he reached between her legs.
"Relax," he whispered. He nuzzled aside a strand of damp hair and rimmed the tip of her ear with his tongue. "Bear down."
His tongue stabbed into her ear. At the same time, his fingers delved inside her, creating pain, giving pleasure. And then he had it, the sponge, and he was pulling it out and holding it up for her inspection.
It was engorged, as big and swollen asas if she had washed dishes with it.
Amusement was rife in Robert's voice. "A far better fate than to be scrubbing the back side of a pan, I would say."
Abigail threw her head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
It was so totally ridiculous, that a common household item could be used for sexual protection.
It was so totally unexpected, that a man like Robert Coally would have a sense of humor.
He nipped her ear. "Still sore?"
"How can I tell?" she asked tartly. "My whole body is boiled."
"English meat, Abigail. Time to eat."
chapter 5
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Abigail opened her body willingly when Robert pushed the brandy-soaked sponge inside her. And tangled her fingers into his hairunbelievably soft and warmwhen he commenced "eating."
The orgasms she had experienced last night faded in comparison with the sensations that spiraled higher and higher inside her body. Last night she had not known what to expecttoday she did.
She lifted her head up from the pillow and glanced down. The sight of his tanned fingers digging into her pale hips and his dark brown hair buried between her flexed thighs plummeted her over the edge.
When she opened her lashes he was there, leaning over her with pewter-gray eyes narrowed intently.
She smiled, equally intent. "My turn."
"I don't believe in waste. The sponge is ready."
"But you have the advantage over me."
Two hard, hot, hairy legs settled between hers. "In what respect?"
"You have seen my all, whereas I ..."
"You saw my all before you decided to trek outside."
"But not like this." Abigail lifted her hand and touched his cheek. It was prickly with dark stubble. She wanted more than anything to examine this man, to record every inch of his body, every texture of his skin. She wanted to make herself as much a part of him as he had made himself a part of her. "In my books it says that a man changes color when he orgasms. I want to know, Robert. I want to know everything there is to know about you."
His gray eyes grew shuttered. Rolling off her, he lay down on his back and threw an arm over his eyes. "Then know me, Abigail ... and let me know if I change color. The knowledge might come in useful on the battlefield. I could, armed with the information, astound and confound the enemy. Like a chameleon."
A reluctant laugh escaped Abigail. "You are mocking me, sir."
He lifted his arm and slanted a look at her. "Not at all. You will forgive a sudden sense of vulnerability on my part. It's not every day that a man bears his all for a lady's private schooling."
A twinge of reality intruded on her pleasure. "I am not a lady, Robert."
He reached out a long, tanned finger and flicked her nose. "You are a lady, Abigail, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. And I am here to give you pleasure."
"What about your pleasure?" She trailed a hand down his chest, a muscled, contoured belly, and grabbed the root of their discussion.
"Get on with your studies, Miss Abigail, else you lose a student."
Abigail scooted down the bed. And was distracted by the sight of the angry red scar on his thigh. She lightly touched it with her left hand.
"Does it still hurt?"
His gray eyes were unreadable. "That's not part of the lesson plan, Miss Abigail."
"You were limping last night."
"Because I fell on it when the bloody horse threw me. Continue with your studies."
Abigail obligingly studied the swollen shaft that sprang out from a bed of black, curly hair. It seemed impossible that he had fit inside her. "Have
Very firmly, very gently, he reached between her legs.
"Relax," he whispered. He nuzzled aside a strand of damp hair and rimmed the tip of her ear with his tongue. "Bear down."
His tongue stabbed into her ear. At the same time, his fingers delved inside her, creating pain, giving pleasure. And then he had it, the sponge, and he was pulling it out and holding it up for her inspection.
It was engorged, as big and swollen asas if she had washed dishes with it.
Amusement was rife in Robert's voice. "A far better fate than to be scrubbing the back side of a pan, I would say."
Abigail threw her head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
It was so totally ridiculous, that a common household item could be used for sexual protection.
It was so totally unexpected, that a man like Robert Coally would have a sense of humor.
He nipped her ear. "Still sore?"
"How can I tell?" she asked tartly. "My whole body is boiled."
"English meat, Abigail. Time to eat."
chapter 5
contents
Abigail opened her body willingly when Robert pushed the brandy-soaked sponge inside her. And tangled her fingers into his hairunbelievably soft and warmwhen he commenced "eating."
The orgasms she had experienced last night faded in comparison with the sensations that spiraled higher and higher inside her body. Last night she had not known what to expecttoday she did.
She lifted her head up from the pillow and glanced down. The sight of his tanned fingers digging into her pale hips and his dark brown hair buried between her flexed thighs plummeted her over the edge.
When she opened her lashes he was there, leaning over her with pewter-gray eyes narrowed intently.
She smiled, equally intent. "My turn."
"I don't believe in waste. The sponge is ready."
"But you have the advantage over me."
Two hard, hot, hairy legs settled between hers. "In what respect?"
"You have seen my all, whereas I ..."
"You saw my all before you decided to trek outside."
"But not like this." Abigail lifted her hand and touched his cheek. It was prickly with dark stubble. She wanted more than anything to examine this man, to record every inch of his body, every texture of his skin. She wanted to make herself as much a part of him as he had made himself a part of her. "In my books it says that a man changes color when he orgasms. I want to know, Robert. I want to know everything there is to know about you."
His gray eyes grew shuttered. Rolling off her, he lay down on his back and threw an arm over his eyes. "Then know me, Abigail ... and let me know if I change color. The knowledge might come in useful on the battlefield. I could, armed with the information, astound and confound the enemy. Like a chameleon."
A reluctant laugh escaped Abigail. "You are mocking me, sir."
He lifted his arm and slanted a look at her. "Not at all. You will forgive a sudden sense of vulnerability on my part. It's not every day that a man bears his all for a lady's private schooling."
A twinge of reality intruded on her pleasure. "I am not a lady, Robert."
He reached out a long, tanned finger and flicked her nose. "You are a lady, Abigail, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. And I am here to give you pleasure."
"What about your pleasure?" She trailed a hand down his chest, a muscled, contoured belly, and grabbed the root of their discussion.
"Get on with your studies, Miss Abigail, else you lose a student."
Abigail scooted down the bed. And was distracted by the sight of the angry red scar on his thigh. She lightly touched it with her left hand.
"Does it still hurt?"
His gray eyes were unreadable. "That's not part of the lesson plan, Miss Abigail."
"You were limping last night."
"Because I fell on it when the bloody horse threw me. Continue with your studies."
Abigail obligingly studied the swollen shaft that sprang out from a bed of black, curly hair. It seemed impossible that he had fit inside her. "Have