Secret Pleasures (16 page)

“I want to look into your eyes,” he said, his husky breath filling the quiet room
.
The fire crackled and if she tried hard enough, Ivy could hear Melody sleeping soundly in the corner.

Ivy tried to stand under her own power, her legs still trembling from her shockingly unexpected
and intense
orgasm
.
Nothing of her relationship with Darien had ever gone as expected
.
She turned to face him and tried to sound cavalier.

“And I want to see you
.
All of you
.
I never have.”

“I know.
”
He stepped back, putting some space between them and rid himself of his pants, underclothes and wool socks.

Darien was lean but well muscled
.
Perhaps that might be why he seemed abnormally endowed
.
Ivy stared directly at his cock and was shocked by the
new
swarm of lust that tightened her satiated body to an unbearable throb
.
It was as if she had not experienced release at all
.
His cock stood out thick and large, perhaps looking all the more solid because of his flat stomach and slim hips
.

He stood before Ivy without moving
.
She cautiously approached him, touched his shoulders
.
She ran her hand over the dark line of hair that ran down his chest,
and
when he did not stop her, she wrapped her hand around his thick base
.
Pure heat surged his length, making him undoubtedly painfully full
.
His balls were so tight they grazed her knuckles
.

He gasped then grasped her hand
.
Instead of moving her away, he moved her hand to cup his balls
.
He closed her hand firmly around them
.

“That was nice, but I like this more.”

Ivy followed his guidance and massaged him while she kissed his neck,
then his
nipples
.
He moaned
,
his hips swaying to the rhythm of her
caressing
grip
.

“This would be even better with my mouth around your cock.
”
And if she dare accuse him of pandering, she would remind him of his adept fingers
.
She wanted to see him lose control as thoroughly as she had.

“Later maybe,” he said so calmly it gave Ivy a moment to pause and not expect her chemise to be yanked over her head
.
She wore only white stockings with pink lace garters and her sturdy ankle boots she preferred for travel
.

Darien wrapped his hand around her waist.

“Let’s dance,” he said and grabbed her hand
.
“I dearly wanted to at the ball.
”
To her shock he jaunted off in a bit of a jig, ending with twirling her around
.
The freedom of movement, dancing stark naked, stole her breath
.
He twirled her a second time and she had to suppress her laughter, fearing she would wake Melody
.
When he faced her again, he clamped her against him
.
He pressed his fierce erection into the soft skin of her belly.

“Ahh,” he sighed
.
“If only society allowed this dance, formal social gatherings would be so much more interesting.”

“Oh, they had it at the masquerade ball
.
Did you miss it
?
I believe on that particular evening, I last saw you
kissing a
voluptuous dairymaid?
”
She didn’t bother to hide her sneer of jealousy
.
Her imaginary Darien who had lived like a monk since their parting was merely that, imaginary
.
He had allowed the woman at the masquerade to
entice him to join the fray
, had he not
?
Over his head, indeed.

He smiled and danced her backwards, rubbing his cock against her in a smooth rhythm that had to be driving him mad with lust.

He pushed her backwards onto the bed
, then
dropped to his knees while yanking her forward with a firm grip on her thighs
.
Ivy’s shocked gasps turned into giggles when he swirled his tongue in her belly button
.
She shoved at his shoulders
,
but he had already moved on to removing her shoes and stockings
.
Once he had her completely naked, he slipped his hands under her thighs and drug her down to the end of the bed
.
He knelt on the floor and parted her swollen lips
.
Ivy glanced at Melody sleeping peacefully in her crib then tried to remember not to scream before she surrendered to the pleasure Darien eagerly offered
.

Darien kissed her then flicked the tip of his tongue over her
still swollen
clitoris
.
He draped her legs over his shoulders, opening her for his onslaught
.
Ivy lay back and massaged her breasts, needing her own touch to ease the sensual ache Darien was creating.

“This isn’t exactly fair, you know
.
Ahh.
”

He worked his tongue rhythmically over her painful aroused flesh, intense erotic heat flooding her limbs, making her light-headed
.
Her body tightened and Ivy feared she would come in short order
.
For the second time
.

“You are going to actually make love to me, aren’t you?
”
She tried to hold back the wave of uncontrollable pleasure that pulsed through her body
.

He slipped a finger inside and rode her until she was gasping
.
She tightened around him and could not stop her wail of release
.
This must be how a callow boy would feel at his first experience with the opposite sex
.
Darien had never once been a callow lad with her
,
and she felt slightly intimidated by how quickly he’d taken complete control of their encounter
.
She slowly opened her eyes
.
He was still on his knees kissing the inside of her thighs, her hips.

“You certainly seem to know your way around the female anatomy, Lord Blackmore,” she said, slightly embarrassed by her abandon
.

“I think you just
enjoy a talented tongue
,” he said with a satisfied grin.

She struggled to her elbows, painfully aware that she did
,
but never
ever
with the absolute abandon she had just experienced with Darien
.
No, this was different.

“I want to check on Melody one more time.”

“She’s fine. I’m sure she’ll let us know when she’s awake.
”
Darien crawled over her
.
“Lay back down.
”

He slid her across the bed and covered her body with his
.
His chest brushed her nipples and her body reacted with pure carnal longing
.
She would finally feel Darien moving inside her
.
He kissed her deeply, braced his hands on the sides of her head, poised above her
.
She spread her thighs and he took full advantage of the invitation, parting her sensitive lips with his unyielding cock
.
He gripped beneath the knees, spreading her, and holding her in place
.

Darien rocked against her, taking her in agonizing quarter inches
.
She longed to surge against him
,
but he held her trapped and vulnerable to his erotic torture
.
He hovered above her, watching her face while he moved his body in a slow incremental rhythm, never fully penetrating her.

The anticipation of having him solidly inside her tightened Ivy’s pelvis all over again
.
She tried to grip each of his shallow thrusts, urging him deeper, to end the anticipation that had been dragged out for an eternity
.
Delicious torture.

He closed his eyes and his breathing increased
.
A lock of dark hair fell over his forehead
.
Still he kept the pace of his rhythmic shallow thrusts
.
A sheen of sweat formed on his chest, on his tense forearms.

She touched his face and he turned his head and sucked a finger into her mouth
.

“Hold my hands.
”
He shifted positions, entwined his fingers in hers then thrust forward as he pulled her down, burying his cock to the hilt
.
He had adjusted his weight to his knees so he had the power of his bent legs to ride her hard and deep.

Her hands slipped from his slick grip
.
He grabbed her wrists, tightening his grip with each of his powerful thrusts
.
His movements quickened and Ivy felt her body teeter on the brink again
.

Abruptly he slowed, returning to a teasing shallow thrust, keeping Ivy on the
edge
of release.

“Let me up
.
It’s your turn.
”
If she could reach his balls or use her mouth on him, they would turn the tables and he would be the one screaming for mercy.

He pulled out and let her lower her legs
.
He was breathing heavily and his cock was still fiercely aroused. She cupped him and his balls were tight against his body.

She gripped him as he showed her before.

“Like this,” she said, and licked her lips, knowing the very idea of what she was about to do would surely put him over the edge.

“Not yet, Ivy.
”
He shifted them both so Ivy was lying lengthwise on the bed, with her head on the pillow
.
He rolled her, pulled back the sheets as if he intend
ed
to tuck her in for the night
. 
“I haven’t even begun to take my fill of you
.
Get comfortable.”

Before she could rearrange the pillow, he crawled on top of her, kissed her deeply, then entered her with short testing thrusts
.
And their dance began again.

***

Ivy gripped the bedpost for support
.
Darien cupped her breast and thrust gently from behind
.

“How’s that?” he said into her hair
.
“Too deep still?”

“I won’t be able to walk today,” she said, her body languidly satisfied and sticky
.

Her heavy lids lowered but the light-blue mist creeping in the window brought her instantly awake.

“Darien, it’s almost dawn
.
Melody will be up soon
.
She should have been up already.”

He lowered his hand and massaged the overly sensitive nub between her swollen folds
.

“You are wasting your time
.
I can only come so many times.
”
His persistence and stamina
through the night
had shocked her.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it
?
This
.
Me.”

“Yes,” she admitted, not willing to give up the sensation of Darien buried inside her, moving slowly, gently, unable to get enough of her though he had already had three orgasms himself.

She heard a gurgle from the crib.

“Darien.
”
Ivy tried to break away before Melody’s warning whimper turned into full fledged screams
.
“She’ll be hungry.”

He rocked against her, lifting up on each little thrust to get deeper inside her
.
The head of his cock rubbed against the inner walls of her pelvis, hitting an erotic spot
he’d helped her
discover tonight
.
She shivered and her body tightened. Oh, no
.
“Darien
.
Please.
”

“I fed her last night.” His voice grew more hoarse, one of the few signs he gave that he was about to come
.
Again.