shrugged off the two layers of flannel, leaving her upper body clad only in the fine woolen underwear which outlined her lush breasts and hard nipples. “ I feel quite refreshed.”
“As do I.” He rose and closed the distance between them. He cupped her full breasts through the wool. Her nipples were already tightened into small pearls. She reached down and grabbed the hem of the garment and whipped it over her head, exposing the beauty of her breasts to his gaze. He caressed her silken skin, circling the dark areolas with his thumbs. Already his prick felt as if it might burst at the slightest touch.
He dipped his head to lick one of the dark nubs, then teased it with a gentle rake of his teeth.
Arching back and thrusting her breasts forward, she gasped, “ Sí , more.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Pulling back the counterpane, he laid her gently on the bed. She reached to unbutton her denim trousers. Always the gentleman, he offered his assistance by helping her wiggle out of them, then tossed them aside.
Next came her woolen drawers. Slowly sliding them from under her round bottom, then down her long shapely legs, he sucked in a breath when he revealed the dark patch at the apex of her thighs. Talia was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever had. And he’d had more than a few. From hurried caresses with society debutants to a scandalous liaison with a stage actress and a soiled dove or two, he’d never lacked for female companionship. But it had been months since his last opportunity. Perhaps that was why his response to Talia was so strong.
She squirmed up toward the head of the bed and assumed a seductive position. Gazing up at him, her smoldering eyes caught the glow of the fire. “You’re next. In the stable, all I could do was feel your body. Now, I want to see all of you.” Smiling, she patted the bed beside her.
He nodded, quickly shucking his clothing until the garments lay in a pile at his feet. With a shiver as the room’s cold air hit his skin, he jumped into the bed and snatched up the counterpane. “It’s cold in here.”
“Not for long,” she said, smiling, her voice rich with the promise of what was to come. As she scooted close to him, the heat of her breasts warmed his chest. One of her legs entwined with his, bringing the damp heat of her pussy to writhe against his thigh. God.
“You are quite beautiful. ‘ Muy handsome’, as Sarita would say.”
“Men aren’t beautiful.” He shook his head. “Our bodies are nothing compared to the softness and fragrance of a woman’s. You are beautiful, Talia. I’m merely the lucky man with whom you’ve chosen to share that loveliness.” Damnation. He had a job to do, and here he was, sounding more like a poet than a Pinkerton.
Careful, you’re in danger of losing yourself in the depths of her eyes.
With a smile of seeming satisfaction, she arched her neck, offering him the temptation to sample her soft skin. What else could he do? He planted kisses along the slender column, then nibbled her ear and finished with a quick nip of the tender lobe. Wisps of silken tresses lay in strands on her neck. He reached to loosen her hair, and it fell in a dark mass of waves on her pillow.
“I think you like using your teeth on me,” she murmured. “I like it too.” She nipped his ear, certainly harder than he had hers.
“Ouch. Careful or I’ll leave my mark on you,” he said.
“You’ve already left your mark on me. I’ll never be the same.”
He fastened his mouth on her neck and sucked until a red love bite was visible. “Now you’re marked. And your mine.” For now, anyway .
Talia laughed. “That works both ways.” She rolled until she was on top of him. His curiosity about what she would do next was quickly answered. She leaned forward and kissed his nipple. He’d never considered how sensitive they were until she fastened on to one and sucked.
He groaned from the intensity of sensation that arrowed
“As do I.” He rose and closed the distance between them. He cupped her full breasts through the wool. Her nipples were already tightened into small pearls. She reached down and grabbed the hem of the garment and whipped it over her head, exposing the beauty of her breasts to his gaze. He caressed her silken skin, circling the dark areolas with his thumbs. Already his prick felt as if it might burst at the slightest touch.
He dipped his head to lick one of the dark nubs, then teased it with a gentle rake of his teeth.
Arching back and thrusting her breasts forward, she gasped, “ Sí , more.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Pulling back the counterpane, he laid her gently on the bed. She reached to unbutton her denim trousers. Always the gentleman, he offered his assistance by helping her wiggle out of them, then tossed them aside.
Next came her woolen drawers. Slowly sliding them from under her round bottom, then down her long shapely legs, he sucked in a breath when he revealed the dark patch at the apex of her thighs. Talia was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever had. And he’d had more than a few. From hurried caresses with society debutants to a scandalous liaison with a stage actress and a soiled dove or two, he’d never lacked for female companionship. But it had been months since his last opportunity. Perhaps that was why his response to Talia was so strong.
She squirmed up toward the head of the bed and assumed a seductive position. Gazing up at him, her smoldering eyes caught the glow of the fire. “You’re next. In the stable, all I could do was feel your body. Now, I want to see all of you.” Smiling, she patted the bed beside her.
He nodded, quickly shucking his clothing until the garments lay in a pile at his feet. With a shiver as the room’s cold air hit his skin, he jumped into the bed and snatched up the counterpane. “It’s cold in here.”
“Not for long,” she said, smiling, her voice rich with the promise of what was to come. As she scooted close to him, the heat of her breasts warmed his chest. One of her legs entwined with his, bringing the damp heat of her pussy to writhe against his thigh. God.
“You are quite beautiful. ‘ Muy handsome’, as Sarita would say.”
“Men aren’t beautiful.” He shook his head. “Our bodies are nothing compared to the softness and fragrance of a woman’s. You are beautiful, Talia. I’m merely the lucky man with whom you’ve chosen to share that loveliness.” Damnation. He had a job to do, and here he was, sounding more like a poet than a Pinkerton.
Careful, you’re in danger of losing yourself in the depths of her eyes.
With a smile of seeming satisfaction, she arched her neck, offering him the temptation to sample her soft skin. What else could he do? He planted kisses along the slender column, then nibbled her ear and finished with a quick nip of the tender lobe. Wisps of silken tresses lay in strands on her neck. He reached to loosen her hair, and it fell in a dark mass of waves on her pillow.
“I think you like using your teeth on me,” she murmured. “I like it too.” She nipped his ear, certainly harder than he had hers.
“Ouch. Careful or I’ll leave my mark on you,” he said.
“You’ve already left your mark on me. I’ll never be the same.”
He fastened his mouth on her neck and sucked until a red love bite was visible. “Now you’re marked. And your mine.” For now, anyway .
Talia laughed. “That works both ways.” She rolled until she was on top of him. His curiosity about what she would do next was quickly answered. She leaned forward and kissed his nipple. He’d never considered how sensitive they were until she fastened on to one and sucked.
He groaned from the intensity of sensation that arrowed
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