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He slipped the tips of his fingers beneath the boundary of her bodice, under her stays. She gave a sharp gasp when his thumb found her nipple even through the fabric of her chemise, teasing it harder with pleasure. Diane bit down on a noise of want, arching back against the tree, into his touch.
He pressed against her, pinning her between the rough scrape of the tree’s bark and his strong, heated body. She felt the hard line of his cock pressing against her hip through their clothes.
He drew his hand up under a layer of petticoats, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh until it was nearly level with her hip, when his destination became apparent.
Diane could not manage words, but gave a fervent nod and a whimper that nearly sounded like, “Please.”
His fingers dug between her legs, fighting through the tangle of her skirts to her sex. Liam drew his fingers along her seam, teasing touches both perfect and not nearly enough.
Finally he delved further in, finding her wet and needy. Slowly, Liam pushed one finger within her core.
His hands were large, but one finger wasn’t quite enough to compare with a polished horn with a rounded tip she kept under her pillow for nights that her fingers weren’t enough to satisfy her.
“Another?” Diane whispered, the plea pausing Liam’s attentions.
His eyes flicked to hers, a shock of surprise across his face.
Diane gave a sheepish smile, shrugging, “Please?”
A few seconds went by before Liam shifted his position against her, withdrawing the finger, then pressing a pair inside her, fuller than before. He drew them in and out in slow, tortuous strokes.
“Better?” he murmured back, his voice low and gravelly.
Diane bit down on her lip and nodded.
Liam withdrew the fingers again, and this time, murmured against her neck, “Another?”
The word alone was a sensation that sent flutterings all across her middle. She nodded, swallowing. “Oh, please.”
She held her breath as he pushed three large fingers into her, slowly stretching her cunny beyond its normal comforts. She gasped and begged for him to keep going, clutching his shoulders for support as she spread her legs shamelessly wider.
The thrusts quickened, and soon all she knew were the sounds of their harried breathing, the wet noises of his hand as he well and truly fucked her, and the bite of the tree’s bark into her skin. Somewhere in all that sensation, she curled a hand around the edge of her dress’s neckline, tugging it down enough to expose her breasts to the air. His mouth found each of her nipples in turn, kissing and licking and sucking until they each were wet and reddened.
In time with each thrust she was pushing into his hand for that spark of sensation that happened when the heel of his palm ground against her clit. Each time it happened her breath hitched, her hips twitched and jerked, until it was enough to push the pleasure over an edge.
She bit down on an improper noise, feeling her cunny spasm and clutch around his fingers, the sweetness that eased and shivered through her whole body. She slumped, momentarily unable to keep her knees from buckling.
Instantly Liam put an arm around her, pulling her against him to keep her upright.
“I’m fine, just a bit... woozy” she assured him quickly, before he could say something worrying about her condition. Really, who could expect her to keep standing after such a climax?
He nodded, still holding her close against him. He reached to touch her face, stopping just before as he noticed the wet glint still on his fingers. She watched him look for his pocket handkerchief, and when unable to find it easily, shrugged to himself.
Diane watched him lick her wetness from his fingers, an act she had not seen before, but one that revived the want pulsing between her legs.
Suddenly the thought she’d had in the church this morning, of him kneeling before her and kissing her cunny until she was senseless, didn’t seem so impossible.
If this was the moment she was well and truly ruined, she wanted to look through her drawings so she could decide exactly what she wanted to do with Liam. She didn’t know if they would have a chance to do it again.
“Wait here,” Diane whispered as soon as she stopped seeing stars. She stood up and brushed herself off, fixing her skirts enough not to look utterly indecent.
Liam raised an eyebrow, confused.
Her grin spread wide. “I need to get something out of my box. I need to show you what I want to do.”
Without another word, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek, and ducked out of the dark little garden.
The street was much sunnier than she thought it had been a few moments ago, but about as empty. She crossed quickly to where their stolen two-seater carriage was parked. The baby goat’s lead had been tied to the gig, and it was taking a nap in the seat.
