Far Beyond Scandalous (24 page)

Gibson swallowed hard, and Amy
found that she became even more aroused when she watched his neck muscles move
with the exertion.
 
"You have no
idea, my love," he said in a strangled whisper.
 
"None at all, I assure you."

Amy inadvertently moved her leg and
in doing so, brushed against his crotch.
 
She didn't remember him being quite so large before, not even the other
day.
 
"Oh, I think I have
some
idea," she teased, uncertain where these words were coming from but
thoroughly enjoying herself nonetheless.
 
The Paragon of the
ton
did not even
think
such scandalous
things, let alone say them.
 
Then again,
in this moment, she was not The Paragon.
 
She was simply Amy.
 
And Amy
would say them to the man she desired above all others.

"Teasing wench," he
murmured roughly.
 
"For that, you
will pay."
 
Then, before she could
even toss back a witty retort, he was between her legs again, this time,
however, not nearly as gentle as he had been before.

This time, his kisses on her skin
were hot and demanding, his fingers sliding up her thigh until they found her
soft, feminine mound.
 
He used his
fingertips to explore her slick channel, teasing a particular spot that nearly
drove her mad with need.
 
She knew that
the pearl of pleasure was there, having discovered it herself ages ago.
 
However, she had never been able to give
herself this same level of sheer, sweet, torturous pleasure, the kind that made
her body burn so delightfully.
 
As a
physician, however, Gibson knew the secrets of a woman's body in a way no man
other than a rake could.

"Gibson, please!" Amy
whimpered softly, not knowing quite what she was asking for, only knowing that
she needed
something
.
 
Another
release.
 
An end to the slowly building
sweet torture that was welling inside of her, making her restless and achy.

With skillful fingers, he continued
to stroke her, harder at first and then slower in turns.
 
"Hush, pet.
 
I know what you need.
 
And
I assure you, I will make this good for you."
 
Then his fingers were working their magic again, brushing against
that sensitive nub until she thought she might expire from all of the wonderful
feelings crashing through her body.
 
Just when she thought she could not take any more, he dipped first one
and then a second finger inside of her.
 
Her body locked around his hand as the first wave of release swept over
her.

"We're not done yet, my
love," she heard Gibson whisper, and then his lips and tongue replaced his
fingers.
 
She should have been shocked,
but she was not.
 
Instead, all she could
do was feel.
 
This was not like
before.
 
This was better.
 
Glorious, really.
 
More perfect and absolutely right.
 
Amy felt her heart soar with an unnamed emotion that terrified
her, but she did her best to concentrate only on the sensations flowing through
her body.
 
She did not want to spoil
this day in any way.

When Gibson slid his fingers back
inside of her slick heat, his mouth still teasing her heated mound, she began
to buck her hips furiously as she plucked at her breasts once more, the need
inside of her rising to a greater level than before.
 
All around her, there was nothing but Gibbs.
 
His touch.
 
His smell.
 
His very presence.

Then, with one last, masterful
stroke, he slid his tongue over the tightened bud of her pearl.
 
Amy shattered.
 
She shoved her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming aloud
as wave after wave of pure, perfect pleasure washed over her.
 
She felt her very insides quake, as if a million
suns were exploding inside of her in that precise moment.

It was perfect.
 
And then, all too soon, it was over.

Slowly, as she returned to her
senses, Amy became aware of Gibson leaning over her, his hand gently caressing
her face.

"Are you injured,
sweeting?" he asked, his concern etched deeply.
 
"I only wanted to give you a little, but when you teased me
so, I could not help myself.
 
Perhaps I
pushed you more than I should have."

Amy shook her head and reached up
to grasp his hand in hers, needing to feel that intimate connection with him
again.
 
"I am fine, Gibbs.
 
Truly."
 
Then a thought occurred to her and she opened her eyes wide.
 
"And there is still more we could
do!"

"It might kill you, I fear, if
that is your response to what I just did," he teased in return, no matter
how inappropriate his words.
 
This was
his Amy.
 
There was no other woman like
her in the world.

Then he winced slightly, and she
immediately took note.
 
"Are
you
unwell, Gibbs?" she asked worriedly, sitting up as quickly as she could
while the languid remnants of pleasure still flowed through her veins.

Shaking his head, he attempted to
push her away.
 
She did not need to see
him like this and feel obligated to relieve him.
 
He did not want that.
 
"I merely need a moment to compose myself."
 
Or a quick dip in the Serpentine.
 
That might kill his ardor as well.

Understanding flashed through
her.
 
She had found release from the
gnawing ache inside of her.
 
Gibson had
not.
 
She needed to rectify that
immediately.

"Let me."
 
Slowly, Amy sat up, heedless of her bare
breasts, and reached for the placket on his breeches, but he pushed her hand
away.

"No.
 
It is not right.
 
I will
be fine."
 
Then he grimaced again,
and she knew that his erection was paining him.
 
When she looked down at his groin, she imagined she could see it
throbbing beneath the restraining fabric.
 
"I cannot allow you to do that.
 
You are..."

She knew he meant to say lady, but
she cut him off before he could utter the word.
 
"A woman who knows what she wants," she corrected, and
then, without waiting for him to agree, pulled at the buttons keeping his cock
from her gaze.
 
"And right now, I
am a woman who would very much like to please her lover."

Gibson's erection sprang free, hot
and heavy, longer, she thought, than it had been that day so long ago.
 
In a word, he was magnificent and without
realizing what she was doing, she licked her lips in anticipation.
 
In this moment, she wanted nothing more than
to give him the same pleasure he had lavished on her.
 
She had done it once before.
 
She could do it again.

"You don't have to.
 
Amy, I will understand if this is too
much.
 
I do not wish you to feel it an
obligation."
 
Still, it was clear
from the look in his eyes that he very much wanted her to take him in her mouth
and please him. Yet at the same time he did not want to force her.
 
That made her want to please him all the
more.

"I know."
 
Her voice was soft and coaxing.
 
"But I want to.
 
It is not an obligation when I long to
recall how you taste."
 
He made a
move to protest again, but she pressed a finger to his lips, suddenly feeling a
rush of feminine power flow through her.
 
She could do this.
 
More than
that, she
wanted
to do this.
 
For
Gibson.
 
To do it better than she had
the last time.
 
To give him a truly
magnificent memory that he could take with him forever, as she was certain no
other proper lady would ever offer what she was about to.

Gibson made one last attempt to
dissuade her.
 
"I would
never..."
 
He was unable to
complete his thought when she was looking at his cock and licking her lips in
that manner.

"But I do.
 
And that shall be the end of it."
 
Then she smiled, a wicked smile similar to
his own.
 
"You do not reach my age,
Gibbs, and not hear of a few things in ladies' retiring rooms.
 
And last year, you taught me so much.
 
But I also know I was not as successful in
this as I could have been.
 
I am certain
that this time, I will give you pleasure, and I so want that.
 
I want to give you what you have given to
me.
 
Please."

She saw in his eyes the moment he
surrendered and with a grin, slowly moved so that she knelt between his legs,
her still-heavy breasts brushing against his body.
 
She was not skilled in this art, not the way a courtesan would
be.
 
In fact, she had only done it once
before - to Gibson himself - and even then for only a moment or two.
 
Still she would do her best.

Gently, she wrapped her hand around
his length, eliciting a hiss from him.
 
His cock was softer and more velvety than she remembered, but it felt
just as right in her hands.
 
Slowly, she
began to stroke him, careful to tease the plump head with the pad of her thumb
every so often.
 
She remembered how much
he had liked that before.

With each caress of her hand, she
took him closer to the edge, the look of rapturous desire on his face enough to
make her wet between her legs once more.
 
But it was not enough.
 
What he
had done for her today had gone beyond what they had shared before.
 
She had to do more.

Then, she remembered something
Julia had mentioned last winter during the house party.
 
About how there were other ways to increase
a man's pleasure while doing this, just as the ladies at balls spoke of in
hushed tones.
 
Amy had immediately gone
to a secret stash of books she knew Radcliffe had kept hidden in his library
and looked up those "other ways."
 
In the pages of one of those naughty books, she had seen a crude drawing
of a woman pleasing a man with her mouth, her hand lower, caressing him just
below his base.
 
She wanted to do the
same for Gibson.

When Amy lowered her mouth to the
very tip of him and repositioned her hand to where she thought she should be,
he stopped her.
 
"No."
 
He shook his head and swallowed hard.
 
"I cannot allow this.
 
It is not right."
 
Yet the yearning in his eyes told her he
truly felt otherwise.

"Can and will," she
countered, unwilling to allow him to protest any longer.
 
She was doing this for herself as much as
for him, even if he didn't know that.

Then, her lips were on his cock and
she was pulling him deeply into her mouth, fighting against her natural
instinct to gag.
 
It was difficult, but
soon, she had worked up to a steady pace, if not a very skilled one.
 
Then she began stroking his heavy sac with
the tips of her fingers.
 
Gibson let out
a ragged and harsh groan in response.
 
He was obviously enjoying himself immensely.
 
Excellent.
 
Amy was very
pleased with herself.

Emboldened now, she ran her hands
over the bare skin of his hips, or as much as she could reach anyway.
 
This would be better if they were both
naked, but she would take what she could get.
 
There might not be another opportunity and she knew it.

When she reached down to caress his
ballsac again, harder this time, she thought he might expire where he lay
reclined on the grass.
 
Instead, he
gripped her wrist with his hand and began pumping his hips harder, groaning and
crying out with each thrust.
 
That only
served to spur Amy on, and she teased his length with her tongue, her movements
unskilled but still enough to drive him to the brink of pleasure.

Then, he pulled away from her and
as she worked to catch her breath, he expended himself in the grass.
 
She would have done the unthinkable and
drank down his seed, but she knew he would never have allowed it.
 
That was the kind of thing whores and
lightskirts did.
 
Ladies did not.
 
She knew that.
 
Still, she would have done it.
 
She would have done anything he asked.
 
And in that moment, she realized that she had done the one thing that
even she, The Paragon, should not have, for it would come to no good end.

Amy had fallen completely in love
with Gibson.
 
And in the end, they would
be destined to part.
 
Yet she could not
make herself regret it, no matter how much her head insisted that she
should.
 
With him, she was finally the
woman she had always longed to be.
 
There was no way she could regret that, either.