Free The Lamplighter's Love by Delphine Dryden Page B

shoulders,
untying her chemise to reveal the tops of her breasts.
    “The driver—” she began, straining to
maintain some shred of propriety.
    “Has been sent away and told that he is
under no circumstances to return in less than one hour,” Nicholas
said, before flicking his tongue against the hint of pink at the
edge of the fabric where her underthings nearly revealed her
nipple. “I want to do this someday with you in only your corset.
Don’t let me forget.”
    “I won’t.” She gasped as his hands found the
gap in her drawers and delved beneath the muslin to find her wet,
eager cunt. Not to be outdone, Mary reached for the front of his
trousers and managed to work his cock free even as he worked his
fingers inside her.
    She wasn’t sure how to proceed, then, but
Nicholas coaxed her up on her knees enough to give him room before
he angled his stiff, ready length to press against her
entrance.
    “Take me inside this way,” he encouraged,
using his free hand to press gently down on her thigh. She pressed
until his tip was lodged inside her, tensed for a moment, and then
let her body surround him in one heated slide. They groaned in
tandem, resting their heads on one another’s shoulders as her body
learned this new way to accommodate him.
    After a moment, Mary felt Nicholas’ fingers
at her hip, his thumb seeking and finding the nub of her clitoris.
His other hand cupped her ass, guiding her into a slow pulse
against him.
    “Perfect,” he whispered. “Just like that.
Ride me just like that, Mary.”
    She caught his rhythm and made it her own,
stroking herself against his hand until her need overtook her and
her pace grew more frantic. Before she meant to, before she was
ready, her climax struck her hard, rolling in wave after wave of
bone-deep bliss.
    Nicholas, buried deep inside her quivering
body, was clearly helpless to resist the rapture that took him as
it left her. Calling her name, he clamped his hands tighter still
around her hips, jerking her closer with a groan.
    Mary could feel him come, hot spasms of
pleasure releasing inside her. She squeezed herself around him and
relished the moan of sheer joy that escaped his lips as a final
shudder swept over both of them.
    “I promise it won’t always be over so
quickly,” he said with chagrin once they started to stir again.
    Mary laughed. “As long as it’s in a bed. Any
longer like this and I’m not sure I could stand again.”
    “Your knees! I’m sorry. Here, let’s get you
up.” He lifted her off his lap, and Mary felt a keen sense of loss
as he slipped from her body. Then she felt another unpleasant
sensation as his seed began to creep down her thigh.
    “Definitely in a bed. With nowhere to go
afterward,” she muttered, attempting to tidy herself. Her uniform
skirt was resistant to creasing, fortunately, and her jacket
covered the rest of the general disarray. “I suppose I’ll do. My
hair must look a fright.”
    “It looks delicious,” he corrected her. “All
the colors of good things to eat. I adore it.”
    “It’s brown,” she said, shaking her
head.
    “No, look.” Stepping close again, he tugged
an errant strand completely free from its pin, holding it between
their faces and sampling the texture with his fingers. “See here?
The darker bits are just a little red, like cinnamon. This bit is
nutmeg. You have a hint of sherry running through it. And honey all
around your face, and where those little curls form against your
neck.”
    She felt herself smile with more than her
lips and eyes. Her whole body seemed to turn to him and open, like
a flower under the sun. Her soul, she might even dare say.
    “I love you, Nicholas.”
    He beamed at her. “There now. That wasn’t so
hard, was it? I love you too. And I think you’re going to make a
splendid countess.”
    “Will we really have this whole house to
ourselves?” Mary swirled into the vastness of the vestibule, trying
to imagine how it would feel to do so in an elegant