Page 27 of The Gift of a Christmas Scandal

Chapter Thirteen

There was but one footman in the hallway – the majority of the staff were in or near the ballroom. Selina walked past him steadily, and he did not take any note of her – if she had not asked for anything, he assumed that she did not require assistance. Heart beating hard, she slipped into the library without encountering anyone else.

She closed the door behind her, and stood, her back against it. From between the shelves, Alex stepped out. Relief flooded through her. She turned on the spot, and locked the door, then spun back, and almost ran into his arms. He gathered her to him, and kissed her – a kiss full of all of the aching desire that they had both suffered all day.

She ran her hands down the line of his body as she pressed herself hard against him. A moan escaped him, and he scooped her into his arms, and turned towards the couch they had used the day before. She curled against him, feeling herself hot, wet, molten with the need for his touch.

He lowered her gently to the couch, kissing her, his kisses covering her lips, her neck, the upthrust curve of her breasts, until she arched up towards him, the tips of her breasts hard, aching for the touch of his lips. He drew back a little, and brought his hand to the bodice of her dress, easing it down until her nipples were revealed. He bent to lick them, to suck, to tease and torture her with the pleasure of touch.

His hand slid down her body, as it had the day before, and soon found its way beneath the skirt and petticoat she wore. She gasped in pleasure as his fingers traced a trail of heat up her thigh, until they found that secret place. This time, when she arched her hips up to thrust herself against his hand, she felt something different. Carefully, firmly, he thrust a finger inside her.

“Oh!”

He moved it, gently, in and out, as his thumb came to rest on that spot he had found before, the one that had taken her into that half delirious state. If she had thought the previous night’s sensations wondrous, this was better, more, maddening and delicious at once. As his hand moved, she felt that pleasure rising in her again, but more so.

The sensation of being filled, of being touched – inside – was remarkable. But she wanted more, she wanted him to feel pleasure too. Even as she writhed in response to what he was doing, she reached out, her hand stroking down his body, seeking the hardness of his manhood. She wanted to touch it, to hear him moan in pleasure, as he made her moan. With half clumsy fingers, she undid the buttons of his falls. He lifted his lips from her breasts, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Selina…”

“Shhh… I want to touch you, Alex, I want to give you pleasure too. If I am to be ruined, let us do it properly, in the most enjoyable way possible.”

He gave a strained laugh, his fingers never ceasing their ministrations to her, then, as her fingers pulled the cloth away, and touched the hard heat of him, he leant to kiss her lips in a hard kiss of passion. She swallowed the moan that left him as she explored further.

Minutes passed, and there was only the touch of him, his hands on her, in her, his heat beneath her fingers. Her pleasure built, and she writhed more desperately to his touch, wanting that release again, that remarkable feeling of shattering into fragments of joy. As she arched up, he slipped a second finger into her, to join the first, and moved them, not quite together. In that instant, the wave of pleasure rose up in her, from that spot he touched inside her, and exploded. He kissed her as she cried out, her hand closing convulsively around his member.

Somehow, he manged not to spend on the spot. Minutes later, she gazed at him with clear eyes, the green silvered by the moonlight.

“Alex… I want…” Her hand closed on him again, and his manhood jumped in response, eager for her touch, for her body. She knew, completely, that he wanted more – but she did not, entirely, know how to ask. She tried again. “Alex, I know there is more, I know that, to be completely, irrevocably ruined, we must go further. And… I want to… please…”

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Alex looked at her, struggling with what she asked. There was no doubt that he wanted her, wanted to plunge his full length inside her, to feel that wet heat surround him. But… now? He would have preferred a time when they had longer, when he could make it the best possible experience for her – yet she asked…

“Are you sure, Selina? Do you know anything of…?”

“Very little, although I have seen some rather explicitly illustrated books… Alex… please.”

Her hand moved on him again, driving him to madness. She looked beautiful, her breasts bared to him, her skirts up at her waist, and her lips begging to be kissed.

“Selina – if I do this, at first, it will hurt – a little. Are you sure?”

“Yes Alex, yes. Make me yours, make it impossible for them to deny us. Please, now…”

He groaned, unsure if he was completely mad or not, and lifted himself up, easing his breeches down far enough, then pushed her skirts further out of the way, and positioned himself above her, his fingers never leaving their place inside her. She arched up against him. He slid his fingers from the warm heat of her, and settled the tip of his member against the wet softness of her entrance. He kept stroking that little nub which so easily brought her to completion as he pushed gently forward.

She made an odd little sound, then, unexpectedly, she arched herself up hard, thrusting herself onto him. He stayed perfectly still, as did she, and he watched the flow of expression on her moonlit face.

A moment of pain, a moment of what looked like satisfaction, and then, what he could only describe as determination. He bent to kiss her, and as he did, she began to move, as if unable to stay still, her hips thrusting up at him. It was beyond his ability to stay still once she began to move. He thrust into her, as gently as he could to begin with, but soon, as her cries became undeniably of pleasure, he found his control slipping, and instinct took over.

All too soon, he found himself on the edge of release – a release he resisted, as he slipped his hand between them again, to rub her in the spot that he hoped might bring her to completion with him. His hopes were realised when, as he finally lost all chance of holding back, he felt her contract around him, as she arched into a release even more spectacular than her last. He gave himself to it, and their cries rose together to echo in the space.

In the depths of his mind, he hoped that whoever was waiting to ‘discover’ them, was not easily shocked, in truth.

They lay a moment in warm satisfaction, Selina’s arms around him, he raised on one elbow, his fingers brushing her face. Then, reluctantly, he slipped himself from her body, and pulled back a little.

“Thank you, Alex.”

She reached up to kiss him, and he gazed at her in amazement. The gift she had given him! He savoured it for a moment. A moment which was broken by the sound of a door opening, followed by the quiet click of the main door being unlocked and opened. Selina smiled at him.