Her breath seized as his thumbs inched close to the junction of her legs. She opened them in anticipation, but his maddening hands slid down again, wrenching a groan of frustration from her throat.
He chuckled. “Hmmm, so impatient. Anticipation makes it all the better, you know?”
“It-it does?” she stammered.
He slid one of her stockings off, eliciting goosebumps all along her leg with the light brush of his fingers.
“Yes, trust me.”
He pulled off the other stocking, just as slowly and sensually as the first. She felt his hot lips on her inner thigh, and her insides melted. She could not remember ever feeling so feverish, so eager for release.
She moaned, and her hips lifted in invitation. But he didn’t linger. Undoing the laces of her drawers, he pulled them off, leaving her naked and exposed under the petticoats and skirt. Damn these voluminous clothes. She wanted to be with him, skin to skin. Now.
With a devilish grin that suggested he knew the desires brewing in her, he turned her around to lie face down on the mattress. Then started working on the buttons of her gown. So many buttons! Who had invented these garments, anyway? She had never resented them more than at this moment. His fingers were sure, but unhurried, as he undid them one by one.
After undoing her dress, he pulled it until he could remove it. Leaving her in her corset and crinolines and all the damnable layers of clothing women wore in these times. At this rate, she would self-combust before he removed all her clothes.
His hands pulled the laces of the crinolines and yanked them away, then turned her back around and started undoing the hooks of her corset, yanking at the piece with sure hands. When the corset gaped open, she sighed with relief and anticipation. He discarded it to the side, and she thought he was going to remove her petticoats. But sliding lower over her body, he dove right under the frothy skirts of the petticoat and started kissing up her bare thigh.
She moaned and twisted, her hips pulsing, desperate for the release she knew he could offer. He chuckled from under her skirts, an amused and sexy sound.
Bending her knees to dig her soles into the mattress, she lifted her hips up in a wordless offer, a plea almost. He captured her hips in his big hands and held her immobile while he continued to kiss around her thighs and lower stomach.
“Would you just let me show you where?” she complained, dragging fistfuls of the voluminous cloth that covered him. Trying to see him. He obviously needed instructions...
He yanked at her hips, making her fall back into the bed.
“Kalli, I know what I’m doing,” he growled against her pussy, making her quiver.
“You...you do? Because you are not hitting—”
Her words faded away in a groan of pleasure as his tongue lashed out and licked her moist folds, flicking over her clit, as if to prove he did indeed know what he was doing.
“Is that better?” he spoke against her as his talented mouth continued to suckle, lick, and torment her.
“Yes, yes!”
Her hips were undulating, straining against the confines of his hands. He moved one hand and inserted a finger into her hot vagina. She grasped at the intrusion, her walls contracting, but it wasn’t enough. He inserted another finger and twisted them inside her while his mouth continued to torture her clit. Oh yes! That was better.
Without the constraints of his hand on her hips, she was moving frantically, riding his face for all her worth. Chasing the tantalizing explosion that hovered almost within reach. Her head was whipping from side to side while shameless noises she had never made before escaped her throat.
Then it was there. The last stretch. Climbing, climbing until the pressure boiled over and exploded. The climax radiated from the center of her being, sending aftershocks of pleasure to every extremity of her body.
In the aftermath, she was limp and sated, floating in post-orgasmic bliss. How did he do that? How did he know exactly how to touch her, how to make her explode like a firework? She wanted to ask but was too tired for conversation.
Slowly, he emerged from beneath her petticoats, depositing a gentle kiss on the inside of her knee as he untangled himself from the fabric.
His lips were swollen and glistening with her juices. She wanted to kiss him and taste herself on him. As if knowing exactly what was on her mind, he bent over her and kissed her, deep and long. She was melting into a puddle under his sensual assault when he put his hands on her cheeks and ended the kiss.
“Sleep. I’ll come back in a few hours.”
“Hmm...where are you going? Why don’t you sleep with me?”
He smiled wickedly. “I’m not tired at all, and if I get into bed with you, the last thing we’ll be doing is sleep.”
“That’s fine by me.”
“No. You need to sleep and recover from the last sleepless night. Don’t worry. We will indulge some more tonight. I promise.”
