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Now for her wig. He lifted it to reveal the honey-blonde hair he remembered from their afternoon tryst and tossed it on the table.

  “Careful,” she scolded, untying his mask and pulling it away. “I spent a lot of money on that wig. I don’t want to have to buy another one.”

  He gently tugged a lone curl free and twined it around his finger. “Your hair is like spun gold,” he praised. “As bright and as beautiful as sunshine. What are you thinking?”

  “I’m wondering…” Putting his mask beside hers, she gave him a long, thoughtful look. “What you would do if I later tied you to that wooden chair over there?”

  “You’ll have to show me,” he taunted. “I rather fancy the idea of seeing if you can do that.” He leaned forward and feathered a kiss across her mouth. Sweetness exploded on his lips, sweetness no wine could provide. “You are perfection, my sweet Isabell. Or perhaps I’ll call you Bella. Would you like that?”

  “Bella means beautiful.”

  “And so you are.” He traced the outline of her jaw, enjoying the softness of her skin under his finger, before slipping a hand beneath the folds of her gown to cup her breast. “And so you are.”

  “Enough talking,” she whispered. “Be quiet and taste me. I’ve waited long enough and have no intention of losing the prize because of idle chatter. Let’s get started.”

  “Greedy little minx, aren’t you?” He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers.

  “It’s five hundred pounds.” Her blissful smile made her even more beautiful. “Please, please put your mouth on me.”

  “As my lady wishes.” He leaned forward and fastened his mouth around one nipple while his hand explored her other breast, palming and stroking it, fingering the tight peak. Her gasps and sighs were like a song. He moved his mouth to her other breast and continued his feast until her sighs turned into a moan.

  “I can’t wait,” she gasped. “I can’t wait a moment longer.”

  She led him to the table and lay down. Pulling her skirts up to her hips, she spread her legs wide for him. “Come to me, my Ian.”

  “I’d never refuse a lady.” He removed his shoes and started to undo the flap of his breeches when she sat up and slid off the table.

  “Wait a minute. Let me do that.”

  She made quick work of her task, tugging his breeches and undergarment past his hips and down to his ankles. Once he had stepped out of them and kicked them aside, she carefully wrapped her hand around his cock.

  “Ahhh…” she sighed. “Would you mind if I kissed this first?”

  “Is there a God in heaven?” He sat on the table and spread his legs. “Please. Please put me in your mouth.”

  “As my good sir commands.”

  She knelt before him and guided his cock into her mouth. Slowly, gently, she moved it back and forth, dragging her tongue down his length, giving an especially gentle suck to the head. She circled the rim playfully with her tongue, nipping as she went. He groaned, gripping her head as she sucked him again and again. Her hands fondled his ballocks and his groans increased.

  “By all that’s holy,” he gasped. “You are a treasure beyond price.”

  She took her mouth away and slid one hand up and down his prick. “You’re so hard,” she cooed. “So long and hard. Do you like when I do this?” She licked the corona and nipped the head again.

  “I would let you go on until you sucked me dry,” he whispered. “But not yet. Not so early in the evening. And considering I’m about to burst, I think we need a new arrangement.”

  He lifted her to her feet and put her back on the table, pushing her skirts up past her hips again. He crawled onto his knees to hover above her and put his hand on her puss, slipping first one finger inside, then another. “Gods above, you’re so wet.”

  “Of course I am,” she said, her smile as dreamy as her eyes. “How could I not be when my puss has just been waiting for you?”

  “Then why are we talking about it?” He drove his prick deep inside her and her cave’s heat spread along his length. He braced himself on his elbows and listened to the sweet rhythm of his cock thrusting slowly in and out of her. She fondled his ballocks again and his heart began to hammer against his ribs.

  “Don’t do that,” he commanded. “I’ll finish too quickly if you do that.”

  “You liked it this afternoon when you came in my mouth, didn’t you?” she panted, running her fingers through his hair.

  “You know I did. Your mouth is like no other. Did I taste good to you?”

  She traced the outline of his lips. “Yes. And I liked the way you kissed me after so you could taste your own seed on my mouth.”

  “Put your legs around my hips,” he ordered. “I want to feel you pushing me deeper inside you.”

  She giggled and did as he asked. “Aren’t you afraid my shoes will leave marks on your backside?”

  He gently cuffed her chin. “Ass, my lady. Call it my ass.” He pulled back, easing his cock halfway out of her, and waited. “If you can’t do it correctly, I’ll make you wait some more.”

  “Your ass,” she whispered dutifully, gripping his backside. “Your sweet, hard well-rounded ass. Would you please, please give me back your cock?”

  “Like this?”

  Slowly, he pushed inside her and she gripped his ass with her feet, but not so hard he couldn’t continue his steady, rhythmic stroking. A low growl started in her throat and her heart beat beneath his at an alarming rate. His mouth brushed hers with a whispered kiss before he claimed her tongue with his and his hips took on speed. Bella whimpered then moaned and the first wave of ecstasy hit him, followed by another and another. Her cry answered his and, with one final push, he released his seed and fell against her.

  For a moment only their satisfied breathing filled the room. Then Ian rolled over and propped himself on one elbow. “I’m about to die of thirst. Would you care for something cold to drink?”

  She smiled lazily and stretched her arms over her head. “That would be lovely. Lemonade, if there is any.”

  “I would hope you know I remembered from this afternoon.” He scooted off the table and put on his breeches while Bella sat up, tied her corset strings and then followed him across the room to the refreshment table.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer wine?” He pointed at the bottle.

  “Drinking wine right away will only make me silly. Perhaps after another round or two we can open it.” She buttoned her gown and smoothed her hair until not even the slightest hint remained that she had been well-pleasured moments ago. Only the curve of her mouth and the twinkle in her eyes suggested their recent behavior had not been exactly proper.

  “Lemonade it is, then. I believe I’ll join you.” He filled two tumblers from the pitcher and offered her one. Raising his own, he said, “To the rest of our evening.”

  She took a long slow sip and nodded. “Perfect. Not too sweet, not too sour.”

  “I wonder,” he said, studying her over the rim of his glass, “how you will taste with lemonade still on my tongue.”

  She finished her drink and put the glass on the table. “There’s only one way to find out. But I really must insist on you taking me against the wall over there. Please remove your breeches again, but leave on your coat.” Running her hands over the fabric, she whispered, “I want to feel this against my breasts while you kiss me. “Feel it while I hold your ass and you’re pumping away inside me.”

  She put her hand against his cock and gently squeezed. It responded with an impatient thrust against Ian’s breeches as if insisting on being freed.

  Setting his glass beside hers, he leaned down to run his tongue around the edge of her ear. “Whatever my lady wants,” he whispered, releasing a breath inside it, pulling her into his arms.

  He applied his mouth to her ear again. She squirmed, but he held her fast. “Do you like that?” he murmured.

  “Beast! You know what that does to me.”

  “Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me wh
at it does.”

  “I’ll show you.”

  Pulling up her skirts, she guided his hand beneath to rest against her mound. Moisture dampened her puss and her breathing grew rapid as he slid two fingers inside her, brushing his thumb against her clitoris.

  “You see?” She palmed his face between her hands. “You make me so very wet.”

  “I’m always glad to be of service to a lady.” Slowly, he withdrew his hand and, fixing her with his gaze, licked his fingers, savoring the taste of her. Desire to have her once again raced over him and he drew her into his arms, forcing her mouth open and driving his tongue inside to meet hers in a tangle. She grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter against her. He had to free his straining cock before he lost his control. He broke their kiss and stepped back.

  “Come,” he gasped. “The wall awaits.”

  “Not while you’re wearing these.” She knelt to remove his stockings and toss them aside. As she ran her hands up and down his muscled calves, the heat from her palms warmed his skin. “They’re so hard,” she said. “What do you do that makes them so hard?”

  “A gentleman should be allowed to have a secret or two,” he teased. “Perhaps I run up and down the stairs for fun. Perhaps I chase brigands in the park. Perhaps from gripping my horse with my legs. Who knows?”

  She lifted her head and winked. “Have you ever done it on a horse?”

  “Done what on a horse?”

  “Beast!” she scolded again, rising to her feet. “Don’t make me have to spank you. Made love on a horse.”

  “Since I’m a good bit taller and far heavier than you, I’d like to see you try to spank me,” he said. “But I may have to spank you if you don’t undress me immediately.”

  “And to think I left my new riding crop at home.” She rid him of his breeches with a speed that bordered on indecency. He released a sigh of relief as his shaft sprang free. “By damn, that feels good,” he groaned, clutching himself.

  “I know what will make it feel even better,” she purred. Kneeling again, she opened her mouth to take him in and moved her head back and forth, dragging her tongue in exquisite slowness along his length before starting her mouth’s journey again. Her left hand tickled and played with his ballocks while her other hand rested where his prick joined his body.

  Ian released a sigh of appreciation as he wove his fingers through her hair. “Sweet heaven,” he moaned, “are you trying to kill me?”

  Bella gazed up at him. “I just had to taste you again,” she said simply. “There is no other taste in the world like your cock.”

  “Enough,” he ordered. “Enough tasting. I thought I would explode in your mouth and then we would have to start all over.”

  She stood and wrapped her arms around him. “And what would be wrong with that?”

  “Because I have to have you—now.”He scooped her up, carried her back to the table and laid her down. He unbuttoned her dress to her waist and untied her corset, leaving her breasts free, full and heavy, her nipples already puckered as if awaiting his kiss.

  “You’re not the only who wants to taste something.” He lowered his mouth to one of the rosy buds.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. “You have such a talented mouth.”

  He switched from one breast to the other. “Years of practice, my lady.”

  “Practice makes perfect,” she agreed as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before sucking it. She moaned and held his head in place while he continued his feast. When he had her panting beneath him, he lifted his head. “Shall we proceed to the wall now?”

  Chapter Two

  Not waiting for her answer, he stood and pulled her to the end of the table to tug her skirts up past her waist and spread her legs wide. She balanced on her elbows as he gazed at her mound.

  “There is nothing quite like a woman’s puss,” he said. “And to think some men refuse to kiss it.”

  “Thank God you are not such a man,” Bella declared. “And my puss wants you inside, now.”

  “Then it shall be so.” He thrust himself into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he lifted her, carrying her to the wall. Bracing her against it, he slid in and out of her, his hands cupping her bottom while hers did the same, helping him plunge into her depths. Her cave’s heat spread along the length of his cock, matching that of her skin. Her grip on him was secure, her inner muscles tight and taut. Recalling her earlier request, he moved so the velvet of his coat rubbed her breasts. “Do you like the way that feels?”

  “Mmm.” She nodded. “Rough and yet soft. Just like you, my sweet Ian.”

  “There’s nothing rough about you, Bella.” He pulled his cock halfway out of her, paused, and then plunged into her sweetness again. “Do you like that? Like it when I tease you?”

  “You don’t have to make me beg,” she whispered. “You know how much I want you.”

  “As I want you, sweet Bella.”

  Her fingers laced around his neck and contentment shone in her eyes. “I like that sound,” she whispered.

  “Which?” Ian continued his thrusts.

  “The sound of your cock sliding in out of my puss while we’re standing. It sounds so deliciously wicked.”

  Her praise hardened him further still. “I may have to spank you yet for nearly sucking me dry before we got to this part.”

  “You would have liked that,” she insisted. “You would have liked to spill your seed in my mouth and have me drink you until you were empty like I did this afternoon.”

  “Every man dreams of having a woman suck him like that.”

  She snuggled against him. “I look forward to doing it again.”

  He kissed her ear again and she squirmed. “Oh heavens,” she gasped. “Please don’t do that.”

  “I have you right where I want you,” he said as his prick’s rhythm picked up speed. “You couldn’t get away from me even if you tried.”

  She wiggled her hips and her arms tightened about him. “I think you’re enjoying this far too much,” she accused. “But I shall have my revenge. Just you wait.”

  “Then what about this?”

  He ran the tip of his tongue over the surface of her lips as if savoring the finest of wines. He nipped her bottom lip, then the top one, keeping his kiss as gentle as a lover’s sigh.

  “Is that better?” He pulled out his cock and she moaned in protest. “Or perhaps you prefer this?” He entered her once more, plunging into her heat, desire setting his skin ablaze.

  She moaned again and her hands gripped his ass even tighter. “Yes,” she said. “Yes. Oh, my. Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

  Her back arched and she screamed in satisfied release as he plummeted over the edge into completion. With an answering groan, he poured his seed into her, his heart pounding against hers. For a moment the only sound was their labored breathing.

  “Oh my Lord,” Bella said at last. “That was incredible. Could you help me down please?”

  “It would be ungentlemanly to refuse so sweet a request,” he agreed. With his cock still buried in her folds, he carried her back to the table and withdrew. Her legs slid away from his hips and he left her to shake out her skirts. Before putting on his breeches, Ian cleaned himself with a soft cloth and water from a pitcher on the nightstand.

  Returning to where Bella sat on the table, he brushed a wayward curl back from her forehead. “Your hair is a bit mussed,” he teased. “We should have left on your wig. I should have liked to watch you come while wearing your wig.”

  Her soft, merry laugh only added to his satisfaction. “What’s the use of a good fuck if you’re going to look as if you haven’t had one? Let’s give the other guests something to talk about. After all, per our host’s suggestions, no clothing has been torn.”

  “Ah, but that in itself is so arousing.” Ian combed his hair with his fingers. “I wonder what your friends would have thought had they known we were screwing away in the carriage just before you joined them for afternoon tea
. You looking so proper in that pale-pink gown. Like a piece of confectionary just made to be gobbled up.”

  “Which you did, as I recall.” She buttoned her bodice. “Good thing your carriage is so big. We certainly needed the room for what you had in mind.”

  “I’m a big man.”

  Her lips curved into a knowing grin and she placed her hand on his groin. “Oh you are indeed, sir. Very, very big. Perhaps I can help to make it bigger in moment or two?”

  “I’m flattered you think I can begin again so quickly, but I think sustenance is in order before we have another go. I took the liberty of ordering a light meal.”

  He walked to the doors in the wall that hid the dumbwaiter. After ringing the bell inside the shaft, he lowered the shelves.

  “I do hope you’ve chosen something delicious for us,” Bella said. “Being so frisky makes me tremendously hungry.”

  “And we need to keep up our strength if we’re going to keep going at it,” he agreed. “Too bad it’s the wrong time of year for oysters.”

  The creaking of wheels and levers announced the arrival of their repast. Cold chicken with warm bread and butter, along with grapes and chilled white wine made their dinner. Strawberries dipped in chocolate served as dessert.

  “Mmm,” Bella sighed as she finished off a strawberry. “I wish they had sent up a dish of chocolate sauce. I’d rather fancy drizzling it over your body and licking it off.”

  “I’ll remember that for next time,” Ian said. “But right now, there’s something I want to have for desert which isn’t on the menu.”

  A naughty sparkle entered his eyes and anticipation shimmered over Bella’s skin. “Really? And what might that be?”

  “Your puss, my sweet Bella.” A low feral growl entered Ian’s voice. “Your mouth has pleasured me twice so far so it only seems fair I return the favor. I want to eat your puss like those strawberries. I want you to scream as my tongue slides inside you and dances over your clitoris, while your juices mingle with the wine and chocolate lingering in my mouth.”

  “Oh my.” Heat rippled across her face. “Where would you like to do that?”