Good gracious. Her lips parted on a silent sigh. Phineas was beautifully formed.
His thighs and calves were thick, his chest, shoulders, and abdomen lean yet delineated with muscle. The pit of Felicity’s stomach fluttered, and there was a hot, startling ache between her thighs.
Felicity took a deep breath for courage and whisked the nightgown off her body. Fire flashed in those endless pools of blue, and the earl slapped a hand to his forehead as if he prayed for mercy, and to her delight, his body reacted immediately to her nakedness. His cock rose swiftly, and the thick stalk jutted proudly from his body, almost touching against his stomach.
His gaze roamed her body with reverent awe and heat. When their gazes collided, the answering arousal she saw in his eyes had the headiest effect on her senses. A languorous ache rolled through Felicity, her breasts swelled, and her nipples throbbed. The earl walked toward her like an irresistible force of nature, and she stood there waiting…trembling with need and a dash of virginal fear, trying to remember his hot whisper that he would make himself fit.
He dragged her up against his body almost violently and caught her mouth with his in a burning kiss, one that intoxicated her with immediate delight. A small noise of pleasure broke from her throat, and he kissed her more carnally, sliding his tongue against hers. His hands did not remain idle. Phineas touched her everywhere as if he couldn’t help himself, as if he needed to consume her.
Her heart pounded at an exhilarating yet terrifying tempo.
Consume me.
His hand ran lightly up and down her quivering, soft stomach…his touch lingering and provocative. His mouth drifted along her cheek, and she rubbed against him like a sensual feline. He also teased her mouth with delicate licks and small nips. It was as if each place his lips brushed caught fire and burned with sensual delight long after he had moved on. He lingered at her throat before his lips coasted to her inner elbows, and then he was at her breasts. Felicity cried out when he sucked her nipples deep into his mouth.
Phineas drifted his fingers up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh to the wet heart of her. All her senses became centered around the feather-light pressure against her sex as he teased and probed, seeking her entrance. She almost cried out when he found her and pushed a long finger, then two into her sex, stretching and preparing her. Each stroke into her body was a shock of exquisite pleasure, and when he slipped a third finger inside her, she rose on her toes, crying out as pleasure pierced her belly and shattered.
He released her nipple from the tormenting pleasure of his tongue, and Felicity pulled away from him a bit, wanting to touch and learn him as well.
“How beautiful you are,” he murmured roughly. “So sweet and wanton.”
She leaned forward and put her lips against the naked flesh of his chest, parted her lips, and let her tongue swipe across his nipple. He groaned and she smiled. As if that was what he needed to push him beyond control, he lifted her into his arms and, within a few strides, tumbled with her to the bed, splaying her legs and immediately lowering himself between her thighs. Phineas licked along her wet slit, and Felicity screamed, fisting the sheets beside her, arching wildly against his mouth.
Her thighs fell wider apart at his urgings, and his broad shoulders wedged between them. She loved that he was unrestrained and honest in his need, but surely he would devastate her senses in its entirety before the night ended.
Another lick. Another scream as piercing pleasure stiffened her clitoris with a desperate want. Another violent shock went through her, hot and delicious. She sobbed, the sheet so twisted in her fingers she feared tearing them. Phineas licked her again and again until she trembled under the lash of pleasure so intense it felt like the sweetest kind of agony. Reaching down, she slid her fingers through his hair and gripped him tightly to her folds, arching her hips and riding his tongue.
Everything was carnal heat, and she was so incredibly wet. Something dark and wanton twisted tightly, low in her belly, drawing her taut like a bowstring. When she snapped and broke apart, it was on a keening cry that echoed in the room. Felicity was awash in pleasure, and his name, as it released from her lips, was a scream of bliss. “Phineas!”
He crawled over her, kissing and biting her trembling thigh and quivery belly as he came. He braced himself on one elbow and fit himself perfectly into the cradle of her open thighs. “Hold me, Felicity.”
She wrapped her hands around his nape, still trembling from the shocking pleasure. He used his other hand to arch her to him, and with a surge of his hips, pushed his thick length into her wet, aching sex. The sharp pain was harsh, but it did not last long, for Phineas held himself still, allowing her flesh to relax around his throbbing invasion. “You fit,” she murmured, biting his shoulder gently.
“Aye, I fit,” he whispered with sensual amusement.
Then he started to move, and she lost all sense of herself. At first, his thrust was slow and easy, but his intensity increased with each crying gasp from her. Her lover took her with passionate thrusts, each deep, driving stroke an exquisite burst of painful pleasure, each stroke edging Felicity toward an exquisite release. She chased the pleasure, wrapping her legs around his hips, taking him even deeper inside her body. She sobbed her pleasure into the crook of his neck, holding him so tightly it felt as if she might never let him go. He rode her for several long minutes until relentless waves of pleasure engulfed her entire body and crashed over her senses. Too stunned by the intensity of her release, Felicity could only moan as the full measure of her release drowned her with bliss. He rode her through her release, chasing his own. He drew out and then plunged deep. Again. And again. Until with a guttural groan, he pulled from her and emptied on the bedsheets.
Panting, he dropped his forehead to hers. Even in the dim light of the fire, she wondered at the primal satisfaction on his face. He touched his thumb to her damp, swollen lips. “Not so terrible was it?” he said with a devilishly sensual smile.
A sweet, sharp sensation throbbed in her chest, and as her heart tumbled over and, if she had ever doubted her growing feelings, she knew right now that she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.
“No, it was wonderful,” she murmured, tugging him down into a soft kiss and hoping with her entire being that a part of him could fall for her too.
The early morningmists had still not lifted when the earl departed her chamber. Felicity blushed, recalling how he had devastated her senses with his tender yet untamed loving. He had taken her twice for the night, and in between, they had talked and played chess before she had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
Awaking later than the rest of the household, she hurriedly did her morning ablutions and went downstairs, aware of the tender ache between her thighs. Annabelle had tossed her an inquiring glance after arriving down at almost ten when Felicity normally rose much earlier, and to her great dismay, she had blushed. That had caused Mary and Sarah to exchange conspiratorial smiles, which Felicity had ignored.
The morning looked to be presenting a beautiful late June day when Felicity joined Phineas’s sisters in the smaller drawing room facing the eastern gardens. Phineas’s mother was late appearing, having checked on her mother-in-law, who was breakfasting in bed.
“How is grandmother?” Annabelle asked, lowering the paintbrush.
The countess said, “Nanna is feeling rather better today and said that since the day is fine, she would like to take a luncheon on the lawns. So, I have just spoken to Carson to have it arranged.”
“How is Carson faring?” Felicity asked, thinking of the pleasant butler.
“His cold is much improved,” the countess said with an approving smile. “I think it will be hot, so I have arranged for an awning to be set up so the sun does not discomfort nanna. She seems in very good spirits today.”
The family all expressed approval of that idea, so Felicity decided to acquiesce and join them instead of staying indoors. She had brought down her sewing bag, and while the other ladies settled to some correspondence, she made some new cuffs for one of her older gowns. The very pale blue dress had a boring white collar and cuffs and looked a little faded, and she hoped a darker shade of blue would give the gown a more fashionable touch. She had finished the collar, embroidering it with tendrils of ivy and forget-me-nots and was trying to match the cuffs to her original design.