Lillian's Light Horseman (12 page)

“Your skin is so silky soft, so sweet,” he muttered against her and continued his relentless path toward the apex of her thighs.

She felt his warm breath blow over her damp folds and she stiffened, her toes curling, then the delicious sensation of his tongue swiping leisurely through her center. She fisted the sheet in her hands and struggled to maintain control of the myriad sensations flowing through her. Her insides clenched and her breathing grew labored as he continued to assault her sex with his tongue, circling her relentlessly, probing and licking, then nipping gently on her clitoris, making her arch desperately into his mouth.

The feeling was indescribable and when he pierced her deeply, she erupted around him with a cry, her internal muscles tightening and pulsing as her body shuddered in blissful release.

She continued to tremble as William lapped at her gently, working her down through her orgasm.

She stared blindly at the ceiling, willing her heart rate to regulate and her vision to clear.
Will I ever get used to this euphoric feeling
? She hoped not.

She shifted her head and looked down her body to where William still rested between her thighs, a smug smile on his lips.

“You’re so responsive, my love. Just one touch and you’re coming apart.” He licked his lips lasciviously. “Do you feel better?” he asked, rising swiftly to his feet.

She didn’t answer, her voice momentarily lost when she caught sight of the very large bulge at his crotch. She hadn’t seen it properly last night, but she recalled the feel of him when he’d entered her, and by the evidence now very clearly in front of her, she imagined him to be quite large. She wasn’t sure what she could do to relieve his discomfort but she thought that perhaps she could do something similar to what he’d just done for her. Besides, she was beyond curious. She wanted to know what he would feel like in her hand, in her mouth. Before her courage failed her, she waved a hand in the direction of his prominent erection.

“Can I help with that?” She tried to sound seductive but thought that she’d only managed tremulous.

He hissed a breath and narrowed his eyes on her.

She steadied her gaze on his handsome face and watched a muscle in his rigid jaw tic.

Chapter Thirteen

William stared at Lillian in shock. “Have you done that before?” he demanded.

“Of course not,” she gasped in mortification.

He mentally berated himself for asking the question but his immediate reaction had been one of surprise, followed instantly by the insidious thought that she
had
done it before. He knew he was being an arsehole, but he couldn’t help the surge of irrational jealousy that had gripped him at the mere thought of it.

Of course he’d love her to relieve the painful ache in his balls and soften his throbbing erection but he wondered was it too soon? Was she ready for such an act?

He studied her carefully. She looked hesitant and was no doubt regretting her impulsive offer but he knew he was going to take her up on it. He couldn’t help himself. The thought of her soft hands and plump lips wrapped around his cock had him pulsing in discomfort. Besides, he’d wanted her forever and she was his now. In his opinion, the moment that he’d taken her virginity had made her so.

He would be careful with her and ease her into it gently. He would give her every possible consideration that he could offer.

He studied her. She chewed on her bottom lip and stared into her lap.

“Look at me, Lillian,” he said softly and stretched a hand forward to stroke her cheek.

She snapped her head up and he drew his breath in sharply when her emerald eyes met his, their green depths swimming with uncertainty and instilling in him a burning need to protect her and assuage her hesitation.

“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart,” he promised. “You’re curious?”

She continued to worry her bottom lip then nodded slowly.

He stepped closer to her, nudging her thighs apart until he was standing between her legs. He framed her face with his palms, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks as he tilted her head back.

“Unzip my trousers, Lilly,” he murmured, maintaining eye contact with her and caressing soothing circles on her cheeks with his thumbs.

He stiffened when she brushed his crotch and fumbled with the zip, dragging it down. He struggled to regulate his breathing as her small hands rubbed against his erection.
Shit, if she keeps doing that, I won’t last long
.

He hissed in a breath. “Easy, Lilly, or you’ll unman me.”

She dropped her gaze to his crotch and was inspecting the bulge there with avid fascination.

He swept his hands to her shoulders and massaged her gently.

“Now reach in and take out my cock,” he demanded huskily.

She gasped at his crude words, but he wanted to shock her. He wanted her to fully comprehend exactly what she was about to do.

He continued to knead her shoulders gently while she reached into his trousers and tentatively felt around.

Fuck. Her touch is sending bolts of pleasure straight to my balls.

He looked down at her from under hooded lids and watched her withdraw his throbbing member. He was so hard it was painful. The pleasure her gentle touch was inciting had his stomach muscles tightening and quivering in anticipation.

She looked up at him in wide-eyed fascination as she handled his erection. “It’s very big,” she whispered, running her fingers up and down his shaft.

He chuckled. “I’m rather large, but as you discovered last night, you stretch to accommodate me.”

“It feels soft but hard, like velvet over a steel rod,” she mused.

She ran her thumb over his glistening tip and he groaned, tightening his hold on her shoulders.

She looked up at him with worried eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, sweetheart. That feels very good—too good. The tip is very sensitive. Similar to a certain place on your anatomy,” he responded with a wicked grin and was rewarded with her fierce blush.

“Wrap your fingers around me and move them up and down, like this,” he demonstrated for her.

She grasped his cock around the base with one hand and wrapped the fingers of her other hand above it and started to pump him up and down as he’d shown her.

The sight and feel of her small hands on his steel-hard shaft was heating his blood to boiling point and he groaned loudly, tensing his thighs and tightening his grasp on her shoulders.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He started to thrust his hips in rhythm with her pumping hands.

He gazed down at her face and watched her work him over with a little, thoughtful frown. She was focused on her task and concentrating. Her breathing had increased and was creating little gusts of warm air over his throbbing erection.

He felt the pressure building in his groin, starting to work closer to release, but he didn’t want to go yet. The feel of her hands on him, and watching her fascination, was something he wanted to prolong.

“Is this right?” she asked huskily, licking her lips and gazing up at him.

Her flushed cheeks and ragged breathing told him that she was aroused by what she was doing to him.

He growled and pumped his hips harder. “That’s just right, sweetheart. Can’t you tell what you’re doing to me?”

Sweat dripped from his brow and his neck muscles locked, as he worked to maintain control. He needed her to experience the full impact of how she affected him. He wanted her to appreciate the fact that just her touch could make him rock hard and swell agonizingly.

He gazed down the rippling muscles of his abdomen to see her rubbing his pre-release all over his cock, lubricating him and creating a sight so erotic he knew he’d never forget it.
Then, to his stunned amazement, she dropped her head to his shaft and flicked him a quick glance under her lashes, seeking his permission. He nodded once, barely registering her intentions, and held his breath as she closed her mouth around the bulbous head.

“Oh fuck, Lilly,” he grunted, grasping her hair in one hand and sweeping his other hand up to cup her cheek. He was fast losing control and had long since given up on maintaining polite niceties.

He knew he wouldn’t last long now. The feel of her hot, succulent mouth and lips wrapped around his cock was incredible. She hesitantly ran her tongue up and down his length, lapping at his pre-cum and fisting the base of his shaft. God, if he didn’t know better, he’d think she’d done this before.

She took his tip into her mouth once more and he groaned, fisting her glorious hair tighter and manipulating her head gently. “That’s it, sweetheart. Wrap those plump lips around me.”

She gazed up at him under her lashes, her eyes seeking his guidance and reassurance.

“Relax your jaw, Lilly. Take me in farther,” he said softly, caressing her cheek in encouragement.

She opened her mouth wider, wrapped her lips around her teeth and took him deeper as he gently guided her glide up and down his length.

She moaned, the action sending delicious vibrations rocketing through him until he was clenching his teeth so hard his jaw ached. He looked down to watch her slide his cock in and out of her mouth and the sight of his shaft, coated in her saliva and his pre-cum, gliding through her swollen lips had his balls drawing up and his abdominals clenching tightly.

His breath was coming in quick, short bursts as he struggled for control. Her mouth was so warm and wet that he wanted to bury himself there forever. Knowing that he was the only man who had ever taken that beautiful mouth had him reeling with such violent possessiveness, the feeling staggered him.

She sucked on him greedily as he gripped her hair even tighter and splayed his other hand behind her neck. When he felt his cock brush the back of her throat, he was done for. His climax was on him and the build-up of pressure clamored for release.

“I’m going to come, Lilly,” he said urgently but continued his rapid thrusts. He vaguely registered that he needed to warn her, to ready her to let go. “Do you know what that means?” he asked between gritted teeth.

He was on the edge and it was taking every element of his control not to blow her head off.

Potent lust curled talon-like down his spine. She looked up and slowly drew her lips back until she released his cock with a loud popping sound.

“I want to taste it,” she pronounced softly.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted and thrust back in between her waiting lips. It was too much—
She wants to fucking taste me!
Those erotic words, spoken out of her sweet, innocent mouth had him plummeting over the edge immediately.

He gripped her head and thrust hard one last time then threw his head back and roared as his pent-up release jetted out of him in long spurts and streamed into her.

He panted heavily and took a moment to gather himself before he gently extracted his still-erect cock from her mouth. He released his grip on her hair and massaged her scalp gently as he looked down upon her upturned face. She looked so breathtakingly lovely with her flushed cheeks and puffy, just-fucked lips that she took his breath away. He noticed a drop of his semen at the corner of her mouth and felt his cock twitch and surge to attention once more.
Christ, I’ve never seen anything so sexual, so purely carnal as my cream on that succulent, sweet mouth
. He reined in his raging erection and wiped her lip with his thumb.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She smiled shyly and shook her head. “I liked it. Did I do it properly?”

Fuck, she liked it! She’s going to kill me
. He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “I’m glad you liked it, my sweet. Many women don’t and yes, it was perfect.”

A small frown crossed her pretty features and he guessed it was due to his reference to other women. He didn’t want to go there. It was neither the time nor the place.

He tucked himself in and re-zipped his trousers. “I’ll give you some privacy so you can wash and dress.” He dropped a chaste kiss on her lips before leaving her alone.

Chapter Fourteen

Lillian washed and dressed quickly. She was anxious to be up and about and to see that the children didn’t interfere too much with Mrs. Thompson’s housekeeping activities.

When she descended the stairs, she heard the children in the kitchen and followed the sounds of laughing and chatter to find them standing on chairs at the large, oak kitchen bench where they were rolling dough and scattering flour throughout the large space. Mrs. Thompson, flushed from the heat of the stove, was stooping to check on her baking bread.

“Good morning,” Lillian greeted them brightly.

A chorus of cheerful hellos welcomed her and her heart warmed at the sight of the homey kitchen scene.

She collected an apron from a hook on the wall and tied it around herself before joining the children at the bench and assisting in the rolling and cutting of the scone dough.

She mused as she helped and wondered just where her relationship with William stood. She was also worried about the possibility that she could be pregnant. She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t considered the prospect before William had brought it to her attention, but then she supposed that she hadn’t had much time to think about anything outside the events and revelations made the previous evening. Now she had one more thing to worry about. She could only pray that William was correct in his estimation that the timing of her courses would prevent a pregnancy.

She had to admit that being with William was beyond her wildest fantasies. She’d never have believed that her body was capable of such physical responses, but she supposed that her love for him had something to do with the way she reacted to him so readily. She flushed when she recalled what they’d done in her room that morning and that she’d enjoyed it. The odd sense of power she’d felt was extraordinary and she loved the fact that she could produce in him the sensations that he so easily elicited from her. She looked forward to an opportunity when they could once more be alone together. And they did need to be alone, if for nothing else than to talk. She desperately needed to hear from William where their relationship stood. She loved him—she always had—but she’d long ago given up any hope of their being together. Now, at any moment, she expected to wake up and find that the last twenty-four hours had been just a fanciful dream that she’d awake from, once more alone and heartbroken.