Free Christmas Delights by Heather Hiestand Page A

upsetting for you?” she asked.
    “On the contrary, my lady, you are driving me mad.” Indeed, his cock was fully hard now, straining against his clothing.
    Her pleasured chuckle gave him the encouragement he needed. He bent forward and found her lips with his own. So sweet . She parted beneath him with a gasp and he found no barrier to deepening, intensifying, the kiss. And why not? This was no exploration of a prospective mate but a furtive encounter at a house party. He slid his lips against hers, then tasted her tongue with his own, learning her flavor of caraway beneath the grape. Her mouth opened wider, so he angled in, feeling his body twitch in response. Crouching before her, he found her upper arms, the silk threads of the embroidery rasping under his fingers, then the tops of her breasts. He slid forward on the table, eager to get closer, to touch more. Her hands gripped his biceps, and the next thing he knew, one of them had overcalculated their movement and they were falling.
    Their lips lost contact as he hit the floor back first. He let out an inelegant “ooof” as her body dropped heavily on his, their legs tangling together. Her chin hit his chest and she gasped at the impact.
    “Sorry.”
    “It does not take much wine for us to lose our balance,” she said, grinning at him as her long braid of rich dark hair tickled his neck.
    “Or rather, not much kissing,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her and finding her mouth again.
    They kissed tenderly until the shock of the fall left their bodies and only passion remained. Some minutes later, Lewis flipped their positions, moving the table so that she could roll to the floor. He lifted himself on his elbows and gazed down at her chest.
    “Out of breath?” he asked.
    “My belt tie is digging into me,” she told him.
    “We must remedy that.” He found the offending knot and undid it. The thick fabric of her dressing gown fell away, leaving her low-cut cotton nightdress open to view. Her erect nipples thrust the textured needlework at the top of her gown into high relief. When he glanced back at her face, he saw she’d flushed pink. “What?”
    “You must think me wanton.”
    “I hope for it, my lady. I dream of it.” He nuzzled her neck.
    “How gallant.” She relaxed back to the floor.
    Cursing himself for his inattention to her comfort, he pulled a cushion from the sofa and tucked it under her head. As he moved, making the adjustment, she let out a small gasp.
    He glanced down, concerned. She was biting her lip with strong, white teeth.
    “What is it?”
    “You brushed me,” she said, blushing more brightly than ever.
    He slid back on his heels and glanced at her. After a moment’s perusal, he decided her nipples looked even more tightly budded than before. “Madam, I am of a scientific bent. I must learn more.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “You must. I can see that.”
    He undid the tiny buttons holding her bodice together. Slowly, her flushed skin revealed itself to his eyes. After a moment’s effort, he had her beautiful, bountiful breasts bare. The globes were perfection, all cream tipped with pink. His mouth watered and he ached to taste her. Now the game would truly begin. His cock twitched again, urging him on.
    “We need to know what made you gasp, Lady Allen-Hill. The only way to do that is to perform an experiment.”
    “Victoria,” she whispered. “Call me Victoria.”
    He nodded absently, his attention focused on using his hands to plump up her soft breasts. “I shall test your sensation with various techniques.”
    “Such as?”
    Her throaty voice, with that little catch, made him crazy, but he kept his voice level. “Blowing. Licking. Rubbing. Flicking. Biting.”
    Her breath hitched. “Biting?”
    “Of course. We must test strong sensation.” He realized he’d never been so hard in his life. He could use his cock to break a knight’s shield. That thought reminded him of his old chivalric bent, how he used