The Mysterious Mr. Heath by Ariel Atwell

late.”
    He moved and she feared he was going to push her away. Instead, his strong arms pulled her close against his hard chest, and he buried his face in the crown of her hair.
    “Oh, Laurence,” was all he said, and then his lips were devouring hers. He rolled over so that she was beneath him, leaning on his elbows so as not to crush her with his weight.
    “Tell me how I’m supposed to treat you like a man when all I want to do is bury myself in your softness?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond, his lips covering hers again as his hands roamed her body.
    “Treat me like you want me,” she breathed, inhaling the scent of him, her hips gyrating up to meet his hardness.
    “How I want you, how I’ve missed you,” he said. “Take me upstairs to your bed and convince me that you mean what you say and that this is not some cruel dream.”
    She took his hand and did as he asked. A fire had been laid by Martin, and her room was toasty warm against the autumnal chill. Without hesitation, Matthew set about removing her shirt and trousers and then her corset and bindings until she was bared to his appreciative gaze. He took off his own clothing and joined her on the bed where their lips met in a long and lingering kiss.
    When he gently shoved her back against the covers, she did not resist. His lips danced along the curve of her neck while his fingers worked magic on her breasts, rosy red and sensitive after their release from confinement. He took a nipple in his mouth and applied soft but steady pressure with his teeth, and she gasped at the sensation of pleasure mixed with the slightest bit of pain.
    “I have so missed the taste and feel of you,” he said, his hands roaming across the curve of her belly before moving lower, and Laurence felt as if she was burning up with fever, with bits of fire grazing the nerves along the path of skin where his fingers roamed. “Have you missed me at all?” he asked.
    “Let me show you,” she said, pushing him down until he was the one on his back and she was the one on top. “I know you prefer to be the dominant one, but please allow me this one indulgence.”
    “I am always open to compromise,” he said. His cock lay high and sleek against his body, and she grasped it firmly, moving her hand up and down over the shaft, closely watching his expression.
    “Oh yes, hold me just like that,” he moaned, shutting his eyes as he hardened even more. Remembering their previous time together, she leaned over and took one of his nipples in her mouth and was gratified when his body partially rose up from the bed in response.
    “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he begged, his tone deeper than any she’d heard before. And in that moment Laurence felt powerful in a different way than she ever had before, knowing that she could make this incredible man go wild with desire. Watching him respond to her caresses was more stimulating than she could have imagined. And this was only the beginning. Did she dare take the next step?
    What do you have to lose, Laurence? Is there anything you want more in this world right at this moment than to please this man?
    She lifted her head from his chest and slid down his body, latching onto the head of his penis with her lips and applying the same pressure that she had on his nipples.
    “Dammit Laurence, what the hell are you… Where did you learn to… Oh, oh yes…” he said, his fingers threading through her hair as she bent over him.
    Holding the base of his shaft firmly in her hand, she took more of him into her mouth, experimenting with her tongue to see what brought him the most pleasure. When she reached up to pinch his nipple between her fingers, he moaned, and she sucked harder, loving the way his body responded.
    “It has been a very long time, and I am nearly at the brink,” he warned, his voice unsteady. “If you continue, I’ll be no good for you.”
    She lifted her head up from his shaft, and gave him a satisfied