Ellen felt embarrassed to display her wantonness so openly, but it was Mark, and he’d never shamed her for her desires. He reveled in them. “I want you to take me out of this dress and kiss every inch of my skin.”
“Consider it done.”
“And bite my breasts.” She arched as far as she could, pressing against his hard shaft through his trousers.
“I will.”
“And lick me everywhere,” shewhispered.
“Yes.”
She paused, blushing furiously in the dark. “I meaneverywhere.” Ellen felt his smile against her mouth.
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to be more specific. Your thighs?”
Ellen grunted in frustration as his hands stopped stroking her bottom.
“Between your thighs?” His breath was hot against her throat.
“Yes, that!”
“Your sex?” Mark was teasing them both.
“If you want to,” Ellen teased while also providing a way out.
Mark responded by grasping the doorknob and turning it so they stumbled into her room. He put her feet on the ground, his hair rumpled and necktie undone. His eyes glimmered dark with desire, his face flushed. He locked the door behind him, never taking his gaze off hers.
A fire crackled dimly in the fireplace, granting just enough light to see.
Ellen didn’t have to look in her vanity mirror to know she was a sight. Her hair had fallen down, and her own face and neck were flushed from kisses and his evening stubble. Her bosom heaved as she caught her breath.
“Turn around.” Mark stalked toward her.
Ellen did.
Mark unbuttoned her, not nearly quickly enough, and gave an embarrassed laugh. “I’m out of practice, I fear.”
Ellen smiled, heat uncoiling in her core. “I’m glad.”
He finished, and the crimson taffeta shimmered as it puddled around her feet. He turned her, snapped open the front of her corset, unstrapped the metal bustle, and tossed them both in a corner. She was left in her combination and stockings, for as he picked her up she kicked off her slippers. Reverently, he set her on the edge of the bed and knelt at her feet. Mark unhooked her garters and rolled the stockings down her legs, following them with kisses and licks and nips that left her shaking with need.
He gave her a crooked smile. “I want you naked, but it’s toomuch trouble to climb up there and pull your combination off when I’m already so close to what you want.”
Ellen’s belly flipped. They’d never done this before. She hadn’t even known it was an option back when she was nineteen. They’d both grown and learned so much, and she was eager to try what so many other women had said was a rare treat. And Mark, thankfully, was the type of man to oblige.
Mark set his hands on her knees and pulled them apart. Even with her combination still on, there was a wide slit in her seam, and cool air hit her vulva as the garment gaped open. He’d never had his face down there before, never had such a clear look at her. She bit her lip in apprehension.
“Why didn’t we do this earlier?” Mark groaned and kissed her inner thigh through the thin cotton combination.
“Because,” Ellen began, but lost her train of thought as he pressed soft kisses higher and higher until he wasright there, and then she felt his fingers stroke her gently, as if coaxing a bud to bloom.
Ellen sighed in such rapturous delight it caused Mark to chuckle. “I’ve barely started, my love.” He slipped a finger inside her, and it felt like he’d slipped a finger in her soul. Mark petted and teased, sliding through her wetness, until he found a come hither motion that made her mewl. All the while his breath was hot against the juncture of her thighs.
And then he put his mouth on her, and at first the heat made her squirm at the unfamiliar touch, then he flicked his tongue against the tight bundle of nerves at the top, thewhat’s that called again?she wondered,the—the—the cl—but he was too skilled a lover to let her ponder medical terminology, and he tortured her so pleasantly by using hands and lips and tongue all at once. His other hand tangled itself in her dark curls, stroking and petting in mimicry of what happened below.
Ellen gritted her teeth at the onslaught of pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, notching her ankles together. “You’re so good at this.”
He didn’t pause in his ministrations, but reached his other hand from her mound to pat her belly in acknowledgement.