Free The Education of Madeline by Beth Williamson Page B

of passion. God, Maddie, you have so much passion, more than any other woman I’ve known. Your skin is like a pink rose, with that pretty flush. Your nipples are like raspberries, succulent, ripe ones begging for my tongue. Your lips are parted, waiting for me to return.”
    As Teague spoke, Madeline grew more and more aroused. Her body was ready to simply explode. He was a sensual poet who wove a spell of ecstasy with only words.
    When his mouth closed over one nipple and tugged, she cried out as sensations raced through her. His hand closed on the other nipple, and she thought she was going to die right then and there.
    His other hand slid up her thigh to her moist center. She was too far beyond reasonable thought to even want to stop him. His fingers brushed her swollen lips, and she opened her mouth to beg him again.
    A finger slid inside her as his thumb circled her nubbin of pleasure. She felt the thin membrane of her virginity tear as he explored untouched territory. There was a pinch of pain, and then it passed under his pleasurable assault. Around and around it went as his finger, then two, pushed in and out of her. His mouth suckled greedily while his hand tweaked and pulled at the other nipple.
    Within minutes, she reached her peak with the force of a thousand bolts of light. Her body jerked against him as he plunged his fingers deeply inside her. The waves rolled through her, over and over. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as the most powerful sensations she’d ever felt racked her body.
    He gentled his suckling and rubbing as her body slowly floated back down to earth. Tears pricked her eyes as the enormity of what had happened hit her.
    Teague had pleasured her beyond her wildest imaginings—and there were many imaginings in Madeline’s cold, lonely bed. He kissed her gently and then stood.
    â€œThat was lesson number two.”
    With that, she heard him walk toward the door, open it, and then close it behind him.
    That’s when she realized she had never even seen him the entire time he had been in the bathing room with her. She had only felt and touched. Her heart would never be the same. Neither would her body.
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    Teague walked out of the bathing room in a daze. His body was as hard as an iron bar, but it was his head and his heart that were completely off-kilter.
    What had he done?
    Ever since Eppie had told him Madeline was taking a bath, he had been anxious. More than anxious—ravenous for her. She wanted lesson two and had even teased him about it. He couldn’t deny his hunger any longer, and he’d snuck into the bath.
    She’d smelled like a field of flowers. Her skin was beautiful like fresh buttermilk. Somehow he’d seduced her into allowing him to live out a fantasy he’d always had. Pleasuring a woman blindfolded until she came in his hands.
    Well, he’d accomplished that fantasy, but the result was unexpected. He thought it would quench his desire for it. He was dead wrong. In fact, Teague could barely keep from tearing back to her and finishing what he’d started.
    He stood at the door for more than a minute until a movement in the shadows brought him back into consciousness. He peered at a door down the hall as it closed. Maybe Eppie or Isaiah.
    He pushed away from the door with forcible effort and stalked down the hallway to the stairs. He brought his hand up to his nose and inhaled. God, her arousal was intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself from licking her taste from his fingers. When he did, he almost fell headfirst down the stairs but fortunately caught the banister in time.
    She was delicious, arousing, and tempting. He was stupid, horny, and in way over his head. His dick had certainly never been this hard before, even when he was a teenager and all he thought about was said organ. He tried to adjust it to a more comfortable position, but it was no use. There would be no comfort until it lay deeply inside Madeline