like a growl even to him. “I may never be able to play piquet again.”
Sophia laughed, the merry sound traveling from her and on into his chest. “I’d like to see you attempting to explain that at The Tantalus Club.”
“I think that’ll remain our secret.”
With another kiss he made his way slowly down the length of her body, kissing and nipping at her breasts, her stomach, then down to her ankles and up the insides of her thighs. With her pale skin and bright hair she reminded him of fire and ice, except that she wasn’t at all cold. Just the opposite.
Beneath him she moaned and wriggled and yanked at his hair, which made keeping his own composure that much more difficult. This was entirely more pleasurable than singing Christmas carols. In fact, if any of his missing guests had arrived at that moment, he would have closed the front door on them, regardless of the consequences to his purse and his power. With a half-smile he lowered his head, tasting her.
“Oh. Oh.” She sat up on her elbows, watching as he parted her with his fingers and moved in again with his mouth.
She was certainly no shy, retiring miss. In fact, she’d been the one to suggest they strip. For a moment he wondered just who had seduced whom, but immediately on the tail of that thought he decided it didn’t matter. They were both where they wanted to be.
“Stop teasing, you horrid man,” she gasped.
“Horrid?” he repeated with a grin, straightening. “Me?”
Momentarily leaving the couch, he retrieved his jacket and removed the French condom from one pocket. He’d put it there after dinner, on the chance that this very thing might happen. And he insisted on using one; he was not one of those fools who littered the countryside with bastards, as her own father had done.
“Allow me,” she said, sitting more upright and taking the thing from his fingers.
“Just don’t strangle me,” he cautioned, clenching his jaw as she slid the sheath over his throbbing cock and tied the delicate ribbon around the base.
Sophia grinned. “Think of it as a first-place award.”
Her humor was infectious, and he smiled back at her, reaching between them to adjust the fit just a bit. “I hope you’re saying that you’re impressed.”
She lowered her gaze to his cock again. “Oh, yes.” Sinking back again, she beckoned with one finger. “Come up here.”
He didn’t wait for a second request. Pausing again at her soft breasts on his way, he favored her with a deep, openmouthed kiss as he settled his weight on her. Sophia wrapped her ankles around his thighs and lifted her hips in as plain an invitation as he’d ever received.
Settling himself a little, he canted his hips forward and entered her tight, welcoming heat. Beneath him Sophia groaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The world seemed to narrow to the places they touched, hips and hands and tangled legs.
He began slowly, sinking into her as deeply as he could, studying her aroused, excited expression, her wild scarlet hair against the gold of the couch. Adam lowered his head to take her mouth in another heart-pounding kiss. God, she was lovely.
“Mm, that feels good,” she moaned.
“How does this feel, then?” he breathed, increasing his pace.
“Good.” Sophia pulled his face down for another kiss. “Very … Oh, very good.”
Harder, faster, then slow and deep again. Adam felt her clench and break, her keening moan of pleasure nearly pulling him over the edge with her. It was too soon to let go, too soon to stop this, however badly his body wanted the release. Taking a deep breath he rolled them, putting himself on his back and her straddling his hips.
She looked down at him, surprise and then delight crossing her mobile expression. So her previous lovers had never done this with her before. Good to know. “Come here,” he rumbled, sweeping his palms over her breasts before he sat up to kiss her.
In a moment she was bouncing on him
Sophia laughed, the merry sound traveling from her and on into his chest. “I’d like to see you attempting to explain that at The Tantalus Club.”
“I think that’ll remain our secret.”
With another kiss he made his way slowly down the length of her body, kissing and nipping at her breasts, her stomach, then down to her ankles and up the insides of her thighs. With her pale skin and bright hair she reminded him of fire and ice, except that she wasn’t at all cold. Just the opposite.
Beneath him she moaned and wriggled and yanked at his hair, which made keeping his own composure that much more difficult. This was entirely more pleasurable than singing Christmas carols. In fact, if any of his missing guests had arrived at that moment, he would have closed the front door on them, regardless of the consequences to his purse and his power. With a half-smile he lowered his head, tasting her.
“Oh. Oh.” She sat up on her elbows, watching as he parted her with his fingers and moved in again with his mouth.
She was certainly no shy, retiring miss. In fact, she’d been the one to suggest they strip. For a moment he wondered just who had seduced whom, but immediately on the tail of that thought he decided it didn’t matter. They were both where they wanted to be.
“Stop teasing, you horrid man,” she gasped.
“Horrid?” he repeated with a grin, straightening. “Me?”
Momentarily leaving the couch, he retrieved his jacket and removed the French condom from one pocket. He’d put it there after dinner, on the chance that this very thing might happen. And he insisted on using one; he was not one of those fools who littered the countryside with bastards, as her own father had done.
“Allow me,” she said, sitting more upright and taking the thing from his fingers.
“Just don’t strangle me,” he cautioned, clenching his jaw as she slid the sheath over his throbbing cock and tied the delicate ribbon around the base.
Sophia grinned. “Think of it as a first-place award.”
Her humor was infectious, and he smiled back at her, reaching between them to adjust the fit just a bit. “I hope you’re saying that you’re impressed.”
She lowered her gaze to his cock again. “Oh, yes.” Sinking back again, she beckoned with one finger. “Come up here.”
He didn’t wait for a second request. Pausing again at her soft breasts on his way, he favored her with a deep, openmouthed kiss as he settled his weight on her. Sophia wrapped her ankles around his thighs and lifted her hips in as plain an invitation as he’d ever received.
Settling himself a little, he canted his hips forward and entered her tight, welcoming heat. Beneath him Sophia groaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders. The world seemed to narrow to the places they touched, hips and hands and tangled legs.
He began slowly, sinking into her as deeply as he could, studying her aroused, excited expression, her wild scarlet hair against the gold of the couch. Adam lowered his head to take her mouth in another heart-pounding kiss. God, she was lovely.
“Mm, that feels good,” she moaned.
“How does this feel, then?” he breathed, increasing his pace.
“Good.” Sophia pulled his face down for another kiss. “Very … Oh, very good.”
Harder, faster, then slow and deep again. Adam felt her clench and break, her keening moan of pleasure nearly pulling him over the edge with her. It was too soon to let go, too soon to stop this, however badly his body wanted the release. Taking a deep breath he rolled them, putting himself on his back and her straddling his hips.
She looked down at him, surprise and then delight crossing her mobile expression. So her previous lovers had never done this with her before. Good to know. “Come here,” he rumbled, sweeping his palms over her breasts before he sat up to kiss her.
In a moment she was bouncing on him
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