Miss Foster’s Folly (15 page)

Her legs fell apart without her willing it. Her body opened to him, surrendering to the pleasure he could give.

“Here it is,” he said as his fingers stroked the hairs between her legs. “Your sweet pussy.”

“A cat?”

“Pussy’s a word for your sex,” he said. “But if I stroke it right, I can make it purr.”

“Pussy,” she said, although her own voice came to her as if someone else spoke the word. Her entire being had concentrated on how close his fingers had come to that throbbing spot between her legs.

He touched her nether lips, stroking them forward and back. “Cunny’s another word. Say it.”

“Cunny,” she whispered.

“Well done. Here’s your reward.” His finger passed over her pearl, and she gasped loudly as the electric current rushed through her.

“You have no idea what those noises do to me,” he said, his voice low and evil.

She made another one, half between a moan and a gasp. She hadn’t planned to, but his fingers kept moving over her nubbin, now circling it, now rubbing.

“Your cries when you come are the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world,” he said.

“Come?”

“When you spend.”

Her head suddenly grew very heavy, and she rested it back against his shoulder. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come right now.”

“Exactly as I’d planned.”

“But I want to wait for you, so we can spend together.”

He kissed her temple. “You’ll do that, too.”

“
More
than once?”

“At least twice, but I may not manage more than that the first time.”

“Who could have imagined that possible?”

“And now for your first.” His fingers moved faster. She brought her hands to the rims of the tub and held on as he pushed her deeper and deeper inside herself.

“Imagine my cock inside you,” he said. “First, just the tip, slowly dipping between your folds.”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped.

“I’ll push a bit harder and go deeper into you.” His fingers kept moving, moving, moving. “You’ll feel every inch of me as I enter you.”

“Lord, yes. Please.” The spiral tightened inside her, twisting in on itself, preparing to snap.

“Finally, you’ll have taken all of me. Everything I am, sheathed in your pussy.”

“Yes.” It wasn’t even so much a word as a chant.
Ohyes, ohyes
.

“And then, I’ll frig you. Slowly at first while you grip me with your wet, sweet cunny.”

She bit her lip and hung onto the tub as he continued working her clitoris, now tugging gently on it.

“Finally, I’ll lose control and plow you. Hard and fast. And deep.”

She stifled her cries as the climax neared. She couldn’t fight it now. It was too powerful. Inevitable.

“And then, we’ll both scream as we come together.”

He finished her, his fingers moving lightning quick. Her shouts floated to the ceiling, and her body stiffened, nearly rising from the water. Her sex—her pussy—went wild with spasms while he finished her. Never pausing until the climax had released its fury and she sank back against the porcelain, moaning.

He held her for a moment until her senses cleared and she returned to reality. Then, he kissed her temple again. “You are a wonder. Now, for the real thing.”

Juliet took his hand and let him help her from the tub. Her legs wobbled some, either from the power of the climax or excitement at what would happen now. In truth, she’d have to admit to some trepidation as well. This was her first time. It would hurt. And the man was so blasted large.

She didn’t look at that part of him as he took a towel and dried her off. He lingered at her rear, rubbing the cloth over her and then slipping it between her legs. He made a noise at the back of his throat. A growl that sounded like approval. When he’d rubbed enough to have her skin warmed everywhere, he dropped the towel and grabbed the candelabra from the floor. Then he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

Someone had turned down the covers, and more candles glowed on the table on the far side of the bed. She pointed to them. “Your doing?”

“I didn’t want to send a servant. You were quite absorbed with your bath.”

“Everything’s so beautiful.” That was an understatement. The thick carpet warmed her toes, and the soft light cast an enchanted glow over the bed. It was a large piece, but also graceful and feminine. An upholstered stepstool sat beside it to help an occupant climb onto the mattress. Curtains hung from the posts at each corner of the bed, and a lace canopy floated over it all.

David set the candelabra on the nearer table and pulled her into his arms. “Having a change of heart?”

She stared up into his face. “Of course not. I fought hard and long to get you here.”

“I used the wrong word,” he said. “I should have asked if you’re frightened.”

She hesitated, gazing into his face. A bit of what she’d seen in his expression before returned. That night in his bed in London, when he’d looked at her with such strange intensity. They’d almost made love that night. What would happen when they did? Would he have the same ferocity behind his eyes? Would he have more?

“Hmm?” he prompted.

“I’m a little scared.” Somehow, at a time like this, no sort of lie would form in her head.

“I’ve never taken a woman’s virginity,” he said. “I’ll do the best I can not to hurt you.”

“My goodness,” she said. “Why are we talking about this as if it were an execution? It’s a hymen, that’s all.”

That put the evil twinkle in his eyes. “You’re sure of that, are you?”

“Of course, what else could it be?”

“You’re an endless source of amusement.” He chuckled a bit. “Go ahead. Get in bed.”

She did and lay against the sheet on her side, watching him. He shrugged out of his robe and let it fall to the floor. As she’d guessed, he wore nothing underneath, although she couldn’t make out much of the details of him in the darkness. When he approached, the candlelight caught him.

“Stop there for a moment,” she said.

He did and raised a questioning brow.

“I want to look at you.”

He held his arms out to his sides and turned slowly. Before, she’d used the word magnificent to describe him. Now, that seemed totally inadequate. He was beautifully proportioned and finely muscled everywhere. Tall, broad and graceful. And, yes, he did have a glorious rear.

When he finished his turn and faced her again, she could admire the strong shoulders, his wide chest without a hair to hide the flat nipples. Then, the narrow hips.

Finally, she took her first good look at his sex. She hadn’t imagined its size. It stood, thick and long, straight out from his body.

“Well?” he said. “Do I suit?”

“You’d suit a queen.”

“Not the current one, I hope.” He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over them both. “Besides, I’d rather suit a certain American miss.”

Before, she’d had to sneak into his bed, and now, here he was in hers instead. He willingly took her into his arms, and she could press herself against the length of him. He was still the miraculous creature whose bed she’d invaded in London. This time, both their bodies smelled of soap. Her hair dampened the pillow beneath her head, but he didn’t seem to notice. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her, starting slowly, his lips moving over hers with exquisite determination. His hand massaged her side as their mouths tangled. Stroking her ribs, pulling her against him, and fitting her to him everywhere.

As on the other night, the firmness of his chest contrasted with her softness. Her breasts grew sensitive, the nipples hardened. Tonight, she wouldn’t have to worry about him stopping, and she could have anything she wanted from him. He’d promised. Heat spiraled around them as he nibbled softly at her lower lip and then soothed it with his tongue.

“Have I told you what this does to me?” he murmured.

“This?” He couldn’t speak in riddles and expect her to understand as her mind had slipped into its most primitive ways of understanding. Every touch he gave her, every sound he made registered—every caress and nip. But words? She couldn’t possibly comprehend something as unimportant as words unless they came out simple and direct.

“Your lower lip,” he said. “Since the first night I met you, it made me want to devour you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You weren’t too pleased with me that night.”

“I’m pleased with you now,” she whispered. “In fact, I’m thrilled.”

“Wait a bit. It gets better.” He blew a hot breath into her ear and then circled the rim with his tongue. That oughtn’t to have been such an incendiary touch, but her whole body responded as a gasp escaped her throat.

“Incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick. “You react to everything I do as if I could perform magic.”

“You
do
perform magic.”

“Minx.” He gazed down at her. “Who told you that’s the ultimate way to flatter a man?”

“What is?”

The candlelight flickered in his eyes. “To tell him he’s a good lover.”

“It’s not flattery,” she said. “I’ve already had a taste of what you can do.”

“My pleasure.” He went back to his work, sampling every inch of her body with his lips. At least it felt as if he was. Each kiss radiated out to warm her everywhere. He moved lower as he slid along her body, pulling the covers with him. His hands never stopped stroking her, making velvet passes over her skin. She should have done something to return the pleasure, but honestly, her brain couldn’t form any plan except to lie there and take whatever he offered. And he offered sensuality so powerful, she could only surrender and accept it.

His mouth found a breast, and she should have expected the shock when he took the peak into the moisture of his mouth. How could each new caress move her more violently than the last? How could he draw more and more reaction from her flesh? She arched her back, pushing herself upward against his face. He squeezed the other breast while he worshiped the first and then tweaked the nipple gently.

Her breath came in gasps now as her body started the climb to the top. The wetness collected in the space between her legs. She needed him there. Not his hand or his mouth, but that huge hardness—his cock. The knowledge made her ache, her pussy throbbed in anticipation. She’d been created for this moment. She’d wanted him to give it to her for so long.

“Take me,” she whispered.

“I need to make you ready.”

“I am. Truly.”

He slid back up beside her. “No sacrifices. I won’t take you until you’re so aroused you’ll beg for it.”

“I’ve been begging you for weeks.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He reached between her legs and stroked the lips there.

A little current of moisture seeped from her, and she groaned in pleasure and frustration. “You must feel how much I want you.”

“You’re wet, but not begging.”

“I feel so empty. I didn’t know what I needed before, but now, I do.”

“You’ll have it. Soon.”

He touched her pearl, and her hips jerked upward. “David!”

“My poor darling,” he whispered into her ear. “A bit more.”

His fingers kept moving over her nub. He’d made her spend this way already in the tub. That climax had primed the little scrap of flesh to respond quickly to his caresses. She fought the madness. Clutching the sheets in her fists. She could so easily snap, but this time, how much sweeter to have him inside her when she did? Imagine, squeezing around his hard flesh when the rapture overcame her.

Now, his finger pressed at the entrance to her core. A sting of pain sliced through the fog of desire clouding her world, and she tensed.

“See?” he said. “You’re not ready.”

“It’s going to hurt no matter what you do.”

“Not ready.” He went back to stroking her pearl, running his thumb over it and then pressing it in circles. Maddening, irresistible. She moaned. A plea for relief.
Now, please now.

His finger pressed again, but this time the approaching climax drowned out the pain.

“I’m…oh!…I’m ready,” she cried.

Still, he made no move to take his place between her legs but kept up the pressure against her pearl until she could have wept. She’d grown impossibly wet, enough to soak the sheets beneath her. Surely, he must feel that. He had to know how much she needed him.

“David,” she cried. “Now.”

He used more pressure against her barrier, and despite the prick of pain, her body arched into his touch.

“Now,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Now,” he said. He moved between her legs. They parted on their own to embrace him. Finally, finally, he positioned himself over her and guided the tip of his cock between the swollen lips of her pussy.

His thick member wasn’t a finger, though, and though her lips slid easily around him, her membrane resisted. The pain came again—stronger than before—but behind that, her sheath waited for him. Eager, wet and hot.

He didn’t push, though, but held himself above as her body trembled.

“Do it, David.”

“Oh, my darling, I want to.”

“Do it.” She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. “Do it.”

He let out a growl and pushed forward. The barrier broke, and the tip of his sex entered her. Victory.

“My darling,” he crooned. “Oh, my darling.”

She stroked his back, savoring the softness of his skin everywhere she could reach. “More, please.”

He let out a strangled sound and slid his cock deeper into her. With the pain gone, her muscles relaxed and accepted him, savoring the passage of his shaft as it entered her slowly, and he pushed himself all the way into her core.

He opened his eyes then and gazed down into her face while his hands stroked her hair. “Unbelievable.”

“Glorious,” she whispered back. “More wonderful than I’d imagined.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank
you
, David Winslow.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “Ready for more?”

“Ready,” she said. “I want it all.”

He pulled back and then surged forward again. A whole new set of sensations. She let out a long “ahhh” and closed her eyes. She should keep looking at him, sharing the moment, but honestly, her lids had grown far too heavy to hold up. All her energy flowed to the place where they’d joined.

He set a regular rhythm, a luxurious in and out, stroking her inner walls. She’d been built for this…had waited for it since she’d become a woman years ago. Until this moment, she hadn’t understood how men and women completed each other. How empty she’d truly been. She’d only read about this reality. Words she couldn’t have understood this…this…this…perfection.

He seemed as moved as she was. He’d rested his head against the side of hers as his hips pumped his hardness into her. His voice had gone soft. Moans and whispers. Mostly her name. “Juliet,” over and over.

She held him tight against her, not to keep him from pulling away but merely to feel him. The muscles in his back and shoulders bunched with the exertion of holding his weight off her. Such gentleness and concern—as if she wouldn’t welcome the burden.

Who knew that a man would think of such things when at the mercy of his lust? Why, of all sounds, would he repeat her name? And how could she have guessed that her heart would want to burst at the knowledge? He was lethal, and beautiful, and precious.

He thrust faster now. Harder. Pressing her into the mattress with every forward movement. Her sex welcomed that, too. She’d become so wet, their bodies made slapping sounds as he plunged into her. And the feel of his body against hers! His chest grazed her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks. His pelvis connected with hers over and over.

And…oh!…he hit that spot between her thighs with each plunge, too. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled her hips up to meet him, and the effect intensified.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her, his eyes feverish. “Juliet…I won’t last.”

“Don’t stop, please.”

“You’re gripping me so hard.”

“I need you,” she cried.

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes went out of focus, but he didn’t end the deep stroke, stroke, stroke inside her. Still, he rubbed against her pearl, sending her back into that altered state that would lead to the peak. This time when she came, her sex would have his cock to embrace.

“Can’t hold off,” he said. “Make it up to you. Promise.”

“Yes, David.”

“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Oh, God.”

He went truly wild then, slamming into her with enough force to make the bed creak. The intensity might have frightened her, but she caught his madness. Every time he moved, he rubbed her harder. Her body started the upward spiral.

Each breath came as a cry as she approached the ultimate, each cry louder than the last. They strained at each other, grasping desperately. They shared each other’s need, feeding on each other as they rose together toward the ultimate.

She climaxed first, her head falling backward as a shout burst from her lungs. Her sex clamped down on his for a long moment and then erupted into spasms.

He came right after, howling as his body went rigid. He slammed into her a few more times and then held himself still, his body vibrating in her arms.

Though the moment only lasted a few seconds, it held eternity within it. When it finally ended, oxygen returned to her lungs. She drank it in as if she’d been drowning and then dissolved into a puddle of flesh against the bed.