Page 30 of Desperately Seeking Seduction

But he’d make love to her. Show her what it felt like to be craved by a man that was wild for her kisses. Someone a man thought desirable no matter the disguise she wore. He was already as hard as a rock in response to her kisses.

He cradled her head, teased his fingers into her short locks and lost himself to passion. It was easier than he’d imagined to make love to a woman who dressed like a man. But it was also frustrating. It wasn’t a simple matter to find bare skin to stroke. Every inch but her hands and face was covered in men’s attire. However, it was simple to slip his hand from sweet derriere to cup her even sweeter sex.

He pushed between her legs and held her sex in the palm of his hand. Win nearly jumped out of his arms for his presumption. He grinned cheekily when she scowled at him, “Definitely a woman’s body down there too.”

He kissed her again and moved his hand in slow circles, pressing palm and fingers over the area until she broke the kiss to gasp out loud. Passion blazed from her eyes. Blue today, the color of the sky above them. When he found just the right spot, she uttered a tiny whimper and her eyes fluttered shut. He kept up the steady pressure, studying her reactions to his lovemaking. Would she allow him to see the moment through to the very end? Did she even know there was one?

He certainly hoped so.

He slipped from her arms and wriggled off the blanket almost entirely.

Winston wore the same style of breaches as himself. Buttons on the fall and then beneath, her virgin sex waited for its first tender exploration. His hands were shaking as he undid one button and then the other on her fall, and he looked up her body to find her watching him.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips were parted, and her eyes were wide with anticipation.

“Let me love you with my mouth,” he begged, biting his lip to await her permission.

Her head fell back and collapsed onto the blanket. “Oh, go ahead.”

“Do you not want me to?”

She lifted her head to look at him again. “I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing anymore with you.”

“Poor darling,” he whispered, feeling a touch of guilt for the shocks she must be suffering today in his arms. Passion could be overwhelming even when you know what to expect.

He slowly lowered the fall of her breeches and started to tug upon her shirt to get it out of the way. With the sun warming his back and the woman splayed before him, he grew far warmer than comfortable. He struggled out of his coat and handed it to her to use as a pillow. Then he returned to unveiling the woman he wanted more than anything.

A thatch of pale curls greeted him. He glanced up at Winston in surprise.

“Yes, the hair on my head is dyed brown,” she whispered.

“You’re a natural blonde?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ll be. Is there anything about you that’s honest?”

“I enjoyed the wine last night more than I let on,” she whispered. “And talking to you.”

“Well, so you should have,” he agreed, and then took his bottom lip between his teeth as he eased her breaches past her snow-white hips. He wouldn’t remove them entirely, but he required a little wiggle room under the garments.

He lowered his face into her open breaches and dropped a chaste kiss on her pale curls, and then began to explore in earnest, reveling in her shocked gasps. He tasted a hint of wetness between her legs and lapped, seeking more. A strangled moan left Win’s mouth as he found her slit and pushed his tongue between her lower lips.

Her hips bucked up into his face instinctively, seeking pressure where it felt best.

Stratford obliged, hiding nothing of his eagerness to taste her. Win was indeed wonderful on his tongue. He struggled for more, and Win obliged, lifting to help get his head between her legs and her breeches.

With such unfettered access, he lapped hungrily at her folds, and easily found her swollen clitoris. He worked the little peak carefully, bringing her as much excitement as he could manage. Neglected, his own swollen cock had to be satisfied with the weight of his body pressing it against hard ground repeatedly.

But it would have to be enough. Win’s pleasure was more important than his own.

He got her legs back up into the air and dived under her garments from a new angle. With such openness, her thighs against his ears, he was back in familiar territory.

He pushed his tongue into her passage a little way, earning a high-pitched gasp and a rush of moisture spilling across his tongue. He probed her again and again and again, and then returned to suck her clitoris in earnest. She would come undone by his mouth and nothing else.

Winston writhed against his face, and Stratford had to hold her hips down, but then she bucked up and screamed out wordlessly, clenching her thighs tight around his head. He rode out the waves of her passion, softening his kisses to her sex as she slowly subsided. When her thighs relaxed enough to release his head, he moved to a more comfortable position at her side and took himself in hand through his breeches. It would only take a few strokes to find his completion after that glorious moment between Win’s thighs.

He met her gaze and smiled at the stunned but sated expression on her face. “My dearest, thank you for allowing me the honor of seeing to your satisfaction.”