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“I am not lying. The mistress usually is… more experienced in the art of pleasuring a man. She knows what to do and what men find arousing, but…” He raked a hand through his hair. “It isn’t better, Annalise. At least not for me. The moment I laid eyes on you, nobody else occupied my thoughts. Even when we were… estranged. I wanted only you.”
Annalise leaned forward so that their noses were almost touching. The closeness drove Blake wild. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, soaking in the feel of Annalise in his arms, the warmth of her breath on his face.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered.
Blake opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion.
“I want to please you. Like a mistress would. Can you teach me?”
Blake gave a choked sound between laughter and astonishment. “No mistress could ever please me as you do.”
Annalise nudged Blake lightly with her nose, and Blake took a deep breath. His heartbeat accelerated, and his groin hardened even more.
“I want to experience passion the way I haven’t experienced before. If only just once.”
“We’ll have a lifetime of passion, my darling,” Blake whispered.
Annalise ducked her head and didn’t answer. Blake put a finger under her chin and tipped her face to his.
“Starting now,” he said before planting his lips on hers.
Annalise opened under the onslaught of his mouth, and Blake smiled before sweeping his tongue into her warmth. This was what he had been dreaming of all those days in captivity, all those months sailing back to English shores: Annalise, willing and pliant in his arms, the feel of her under his fingers, warm and soft.
He ducked his head and buried his face into the crook of her neck, not quite ready to believe this was actually happening. He breathed in her dear scent, then nipped on her silky skin. Blake trailed his mouth up to her ear and swirled his tongue around her earlobe, then licked the outer crescent.
Annalise whimpered and pressed herself closer to him. Blake helped her rearrange her skirts as she shifted to straddle him. His hands gently grazed her thighs, and they both groaned in pleasure. Blake shut his eyes tight and threw back his head. It was all he could do to not unfasten his breeches and impale Annalise hard upon his erect length. His cock was hard as steel and strained against the confines of his breeches.
But Blake didn’t want the quick release. He didn’t want this to end before it had time to begin. He wanted to drive Annalise mad with lust, to see her face when she cried in pleasure. He wanted to make her writhe and moan in passion. He wanted to remember every minute change of her features as she discovered previously unexplored levels of bliss. And he wanted her to experience all this in his arms, slowly, unhurriedly, and preferably, not in the carriage.
But she ran her hands up his arms and wove her fingers in his hair. She looked into his eyes, her own smoldering with a fiery passion, and he was lost.
His hand traveled up the inside of her thigh until he encountered her hot center, and he groaned. Annalise threw her head back, exposing her silky neck. Blake lowered his head and put his mouth on her, ready to devour, her salty skin awakening all his senses.
His eyes closed, and he moved his fingers, separating her folds, spreading the wet evidence of her desire while she writhed on top of him. With his other hand, he thrust his fingers into her hair, collected them in a tight fist, and pulled until she tipped back her head. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes half-lidded, her lips wet.
Blake put his lips on hers and swept his tongue inside, scraping her lips with his teeth, licking at the silky interior of her mouth. Annalise took his face in her hands and pulled him closer while her hips started moving, guiding his fingers to where she was most sensitive.
She tore her mouth away and looked into his eyes, panting. “Tell me what to do,” she whispered.
Blake leaned closer to her, then nipped on her lower lip. “Whatever you want,” he said hoarsely. “Whatever feels like it’s going to drive you to the farthest corners of bliss. Use me for your pleasure.” He covered her lips with his, and she moaned into his mouth.
Blake trailed his mouth lower and suckled on her neck. And lower still until he encountered the sweet, soft mounds of her breasts. He swept his tongue inside the bodice, and she moaned, holding his head closer to her, her hips moving, pressing her quim against the heel of his palm.
Blake removed his hand from beneath her, and she whimpered in frustration.
“Wait a moment, love,” he said hoarsely. “I want to see you.”
He put his hands on her bodice and tugged it down until he freed her breasts and could see her nipples rising proudly against the cold carriage air. Blake hugged her closer and devoured her breasts with his mouth. He sucked on her sweet, soft flesh, his tongue flicking her hardened nipples.
Annalise writhed on top of him, moving her hips against his hard cock, and he hissed. He wanted to rid them both of all the clothing between them. He wanted to feast on her naked flesh, drink the evidence of her desire, lick every inch of her body.
Blake threw his head back in frustration. But then he saw Annalise. She was magnificent in the dim light of the carriage, her breasts naked to his gaze, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes half-lidded with passion.
Blake slowly placed his hand under her skirt and slid it against her leg until he reached her core. Annalise’s hips bucked before she rubbed herself against the heel of his palm, writhing and taking her pleasure. Blake smiled and plunged one finger inside her core.
Annalise whimpered, but didn’t stop, didn’t even slow her movement. She was hot and tight, her inner muscles working on his finger, her nub rubbing against the heel of his palm. Blake kissed her urgently, swallowing her every moan, every breath. His other hand traveled to her breasts, pinching, playing with her nipples.
Annalise tore her mouth away and placed her forehead against his. “Blake, I…” She stopped as a pleasure-filled moan ripped from her throat. Her fingers curled harder into his shoulders.
