Free Wicked by Susan Johnson

immensely, milord," she breathed. "I just know I would. . . ."
    He laughed, a delicious, husky sound reminiscent of wickedness and sin. "You're a hot little baggage, Miss Blythe."
    "You've a great deal to do with it, dear Glory." Her hips moved in a slow, sensuous rhythm so they both felt the pleasurable extent of his erection. "I'm enamored with my new . . . toy."
    "And you want to play again." His voice was velvet soft.
    "Oh, yes . . ." she purred. "Do you think you could arrange it?"
    "I must live right to be rewarded with you, Miss Blythe."
    "And you must be my reward for surviving the Tothams. Now take these off," she insisted, working at the buttons of his breeches, "or I'll turn tantrumish."
    "A second, lollipop, before you scream," he teased, easing away to slide the cake plate and Champagne bottle onto the floor, then settling back between her legs. "And now, we're at your service."
    Lacing her arms around his neck, she murmured, "You're very fast."
    "For you, wild thing ..."
    "Good, because I need you, now." Her gaze was flame hot.
    "Then I hope you can sew." Ripping off the unopened buttons on his breeches, he freed his erection and plunged into her. The instant he entered her, her orgasm began, her unbridled response so precipitous and unexpected that a second later he had to curtail his withdrawal stroke to accommodate her hot-spur urgency. Completely submerged once again, her nails biting into his back, he braced his legs and held himself hard against her womb, filling her, fulfilling her, her rapturous whimpers an adjunct to the fevered pulsing of their bodies.
    She moved minutely in entreaty and he moved less delicately, understanding her, answering her, penetrating that essential, lustful distance even more.
    "Oh, god," she breathed, delirium assaulting her senses, the shocking pleasure exploding in her brain, "oh, god, oh, god, oh, god . . ."
    Her voice trailed away.
    She was dying.
    She was melting away, she was dissolving.
    And a hush enveloped the sunlit room, the only sound the faint rasp of breathing.
     

Long moments later her eyes opened and then the faintest of smiles slowly curved her opulent mouth. "I couldn't wait," she softly said, her gaze heavy-lidded, surfeit in her husky contralto.
    "You never have to, kitten. There aren't any rules."
    "Why doesn't anyone ever tell you it's so . . . wonderful, " she exalted.
    "So you can find out for yourself," he neutrally replied, not wishing to blight such charming delight. The cynical truth related more pragmatically to the price of virginity in the marketplace than to self-realization.
    "When did you find out?" she asked, still faintly awestruck.
    "A long time ago." Feeling her honeyed warmth still pulsing around him, he wondered if she was some fairy nymph with special siren powers that could make him want her so. "It's better than anything, isn't it?" he softly added.
    "Even better than Re m y's genoise."
    His eyes widened in mock surprise. "That good."
    "Although you didn' t ... I mean . . ." The warm flush on her cheeks deepened in color.
    "Don't worry, lollipop," he gently replied. "I will."
    "Be sure and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong," she said with an ingenuous sincerity.
    He smiled at the notion of a tutorial. "You couldn't possibly do anything wrong."
    "I'm willing to lear n — O h dea r —" she said on a smothered gasp. "What are you doing?"
    "Can you feel this?" He drove in a fraction deeper.
    And she trembled under his hands. "Oh, yes," she whispered, the sensation so exquisite she didn't wonder why he was in such high demand. "Please ... do i t — a gain."
    How sweetly artless her request, he thought, like a child requesting a second cookie. "Like this?" Holding her hips lightly, he forced himself deeper and deeper still until she cried out softly and her breathing abruptly altered to a less tranquil rhythm. And when he shifted slightly to withdraw enough to indulge her again, her hands slid down his back to restrain him, to keep