Jennette shook with desire. She wanted that release but
held back knowing she couldn’t make a sound while they were still below. “Stop, Matthew.”
“Never,” he whispered in her ear before he nipped at her shoulder. “God, I want you, Jennette. I want you just like this, you on my lap, riding me.”
“Yes,” she moaned softly.
“Soon.”
Already, she could hear the sounds of them moving downstairs.
“Don’t you want to do this again?” Annie’s muffled plea echoed upward.
“Not today, darling. Too many people about with that damned party of my wife’s. Tomorrow.”
“Leave,” Matthew pleaded to the thin floorboards.
He kissed the back of her neck as he unbuttoned the front of her dress. Thankfully, she’d worn her front-lacing stays today. He made short work of them and quickly reached under her shift for her breast. Drawing his thumb across her stiff nipple sent shivering desire to her womb.
A small moan erupted from her as he squeezed her breast while his other hand still rubbed her clitoris.
“Shh,” he whispered. “They should be leaving soon.”
“I can’t take much more of this.”
“You must. I want to take you in my mouth, taste you.”
“Oh God,” she said softly. The image of Matthew’s mouth between her folds sent even more wetness between her legs.
Finally, the front door banged shut and she realized the couple below had left. “I think they have departed.”
Matthew kissed up the side of her neck. “Hmm, I think you’re right.”
He lifted her from his lap and laid her on the small bed. As he removed her dress and undergarments, she shivered in the cold room.
“I want to see you this time,” she said brazenly.
Matthew smiled down at her. “As you wish.”
He rose off the bed and proceeded to remove his riding clothes. Each layer that fell to the floor made her gasp anew. While she’d seen his chest two nights ago, she’d never viewed his entire body. Attempting to scrutinize him like the artist didn’t work. When he pulled his breeches and undergarments off, her eyes widened with passion.
“Touch me, Jennette.”
She rose up onto her knees and skimmed her fingertips from the base of him to the tip. Hearing his groan, she assumed she was doing this right. Remembering what he’d said about taking it in her mouth, she brought her lips to the head of his penis. She swirled her tongue around, tasting the salty flavor of him.
“God, Jennette.”
Slowly, her mouth covered him. Imitating the movements of two nights ago, she slid him in and out of her mouth. He reached down and grabbed her other hand, bringing it to the sac between his legs.
“Gently,” he moaned.
With a light touch, she caressed him there until she felt him tighten.
“Enough,” he rasped.
He moved over her, kissing her roughly as if unable to control the passion driving him. She returned his kisses with just as much force, craving his touch, his lips, the scent of him. Nothing else mattered when he kissed her. The world around them fell away until it was only the two of them. No scandals, no accidents, and no guilt.
He moved to her nipples. Suckling one then the other until she thought she might explode from the sensation. His mouth skimmed down her stomach, until he reached the curly hair between her legs. She watched as he opened her to him. His eyes darkened with desire and then his mouth moved on her.