Free Seducing Mr Storm by Poppy Summers Page B

in her thin shift. She turned to face him. He placed his hands on the hem of the shift and stripped it slowly off over her head. She stood bared to him, breasts taut and nipples hard as his gaze perused her.
    ‘I can hardly believe I have permission to touch,’ he said in a murmur. ‘I’m the luckiest man in the world.’
    Boldly, Susanna grasped his hands and put them on her breasts. Elijah cupped them, squeezing her nipples, and she arched against him with a soft moan.
    He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close and bent his head, tonguing and sucking at her nipples. Susanna grasped handfuls of his silky hair. She pushed herself against his mouth, a trail of fire leading down to her groin, and his hand followed the path, cupping her through her silk drawers, finding the fabric wet with her need.
    Elijah straightened up. He peeled down her underwear and she kicked it aside, standing in only her stockings and shoes.
    ‘Would you think me terribly depraved if I ask you to leave those both on?’ he questioned, a twinkle in his eye.
    ‘That’s the least depraved thing I’ve heard you say yet,’ she rejoined with a smile.
    Elijah laughed. He lowered his face to her neck and swept heated kisses over her throat. Meanwhile, his hand passed over the hair between her thighs and one finger slipped between her slick lips.
    Susanna stifled a cry. His finger penetrated her, fucked her for some seconds until she was dripping, and then he spread her cream over her aching clit, rubbing slowly.
    She grasped his wrist, urging him to go faster, rocking against his hand and he looked down, watching, his lashes a sooty sweep against his pale cheeks. ‘I hope you know,’ he said against her ear, ‘that the chances of me lasting tonight once I’m inside you are minimal.’
    ‘As long as you satisfy me, why would I care?’ she replied, a touch breathlessly.
    ‘Oh, I’ll satisfy you,’ he said, now with two fingers in her and his thumb on her clit. ‘You’ll never need to worry about that, my love. People will see you out and about with such a glow to your cheeks that you will be the talk of the town – a woman whose husband makes her come at least once a day.’
    Susanna blushed. She had no doubt any more that Elijah was a man of his word, and shivered to think of all the ways he would please her. ‘You’re incorrigible,’ she said as he withdrew his fingers and led her to the bed.
    ‘I know.’ Elijah pushed her down. Then her new husband performed the sauciest, sexiest striptease she had ever seen. He unfastened his cravat and tossed it away. He shrugged his frock coat off his shoulders. His waistcoat dropped to the ground and he kicked his boots off. His rippling torso came into view as he discarded his shirt and stood tall and magnificent. As Susanna watched with awe, Elijah peeled his pants apart and dragged them down his legs.
    He’d bothered to wear underwear for his wedding but it was a curious style she had never seen before. Tight, silk shorts that moulded to every curve of his tumescent cock and heavy balls, cupping his assets perfectly. He gripped himself, touching greedily with a sly smile thrown her way, rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb so a wet spot bloomed on the flimsy material.
    Susanna bit her lip, gaze riveted on his crotch. ‘You always were, and shall remain, the most dreadful tease, my husband,’ she said.
    Elijah straddled her hips. He plucked the shorts away from his groin so his rampant cock and dark hair reared over the top. ‘Dreadful, yes,’ he replied. ‘Tease, no. I always deliver. Don’t ever forget that.’
    Susanna reached out. She ran fingers down the length of his rigid shaft through the silk of his underwear and he groaned at her touch. She grasped his thighs, motioning to him. Elijah slid up her body. With legs imprisoning her head, he fed her his cock and she took it gamely, sucking his hot length deep into her throat.
    Elijah bucked and hissed. He gripped