Free Just Another Lady (Xcite Romance) by Penelope Friday Page B

undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt, kissing each new patch of skin as it appeared. ‘Surer than anything at all,’ she added as she pushed the shirt off, leaving him naked from the waist up. ‘Oh Lucius, you’re beautiful.’ To her amazement, he blushed at this; Elinor did not think she had seen him embarrassed in his whole life before.
    ‘That you should say that to me,’ he said, his voice slightly hoarse.
    She smiled up at him teasingly. ‘I have no doubt I’m not the first,’ she retorted. Then, placing another kiss against his chest, ‘But I hope to be the last.’
    ‘You are.’
    Lucius might have said more, Elinor thought, but she had lowered her hands to his small-clothes, and he seemed to be finding it hard to breathe. Revelling in this power over her husband, she moved as slowly as she could bear to, tantalising him with her leisurely pace. His manhood jumped free as she pushed down his clothing, hard and begging for attention. She knelt down, took the very tip of the jutting erection into her mouth. Lucius groaned.
    She pulled away. ‘No?’ she asked, knowing the answer.
    ‘Yes,’ he said, the word forced between his lips. ‘Yes.’
    She thought she could kneel there forever, between his legs, her mouth taking in the masculine flavour of his erection. She licked a line up towards the base, kissed him gently on her way back. He was wonderful – incredible. And he was hers. She could feel perspiration wetting her skin, drips slipping down between her cleavage and making her breasts tingle that little bit more. She wanted – she wanted everything. Perhaps they had the rest of their lives to do this, but she had already waited what seemed like a lifetime for Lucius. This time, she would have it all. This time, she would rejoice in every single second. No fear, no self-consciousness. Just pure physical love-making.
    ‘Elinor. God, Elinor.’ Lucius’s words came out as if he could not help them; as if her name was all he had ever wanted to say. The tingling sensation grew within Elinor, not only in her breasts but lower down; in the places she had not even realised existed until Lucius had walked into her adult life, promising nothing and bringing her everything.
    ‘You are wonderful,’ she whispered; then, almost shyly despite herself, she took his manhood inside her mouth, sliding forward and allowing it to fill her. He was so long, so large, so incredibly wonderful. How could he ever have thought she did not worship his body? How could he ever have doubted her – doubted himself? She slid her mouth back and forth, back and forth, until there seemed to be no sensation in the world except for the feel of his erection sliding to and fro against her tongue, against the roof of her mouth. She would have given anything to take him in further, deeper, but her throat protested, and she preferred to keep him where she could taste him, taste every different secretion from his marvellous manhood.
    She could have stayed like this forever, but Lucius sighed, pulling away with a reluctance that even Elinor could not doubt.
    ‘No, beloved,’ he murmured. ‘I want to show you – I want to show you so much more.’
    He hoisted her onto the bed and pushed the layers of her dress – petticoat – undershift up around her hips. The cloth bunched around her waist, and she wriggled impatiently to move it to more comfortable places. Lucius laughed.
    ‘Oh yes,’ he mumbled against her leg. ‘Squirm like that for me, Elinor.’
    ‘No.’
    Her stubbornness returned for a second, and she lay still as a live woman can, just to provoke him. Their relationship never had been, despite his proposal, about obedience of a woman to a man, of Elinor to Lucius.
    He smiled, and she could feel the movement of his lips against her thigh. ‘Then I shall have to make you,’ he said.
    Elinor breathed out, her breath a hum of anticipation. She could not – would not – tell him how much she hoped he would keep his