He was indeed pleased to see the puppy was thriving and petted him a moment before putting him down and watching him make his way back to Taffy. She bent, picked him up, and took him to a cushion where she placed him lovingly, and then turned to Tarrant and said brightly, “Well and good morning to you, my lord.”
He went forward, took her hands, and said softly, “Sunbeam … you slay me with your beauty, and with the cold shoulder you gave me last night. You had eyes only for Bruton…”
She laughed. “Did you think so? Then I have played my part well.”
He frowned. “What game are you at now?”
“Ah, you must wait and see.”
“No, I must not. I know you think me a scoundrel, but he truly is.”
“Oh, I have no doubt of that … and you? I am not sure what you are yet. I wish you were perhaps more of a scoundrel…” She glided up to him, and it was more than he could take. He had her in his arms, and as he kissed her, they seemed to move in unison, in a flurry of emotion that leapt from him to her and back to him again. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop.
~*~
He is the one. Her heart had been telling her this for some time. She had known beyond any doubt for some days. When she turned a few moments ago and saw him standing there, she knew she couldn’t let him leave without making a push to show him how she felt. He had to feel it too. She sensed it, wanted—hoped it was so.
He took her into his arms, and she knew, absolutely, they had to bring this to its completion. This morning would do as her aunt was gone for the day, and her brother and uncle were in Parliament. She was free to explore what she was feeling, and what she was feeling was savage desire.
His ardent kisses took her to another world. His touch made her forget all else. His voice in her ear thrilled her senses. She realized she wanted him with a stormy desire that took hold of her and made her travel through must not into must!
Letting her go, he threw off his coat. He went to the door and after locking it, returned to her. Taking her hand to his lips, he said, “You are driving me mad, Taffy.” Then he showed her just what that meant. He was feral, his eyes dark with hunger as he tore at her clothes, whispering words of need and how he reveled at the silky softness of her skin, and oh, she wanted him.
She couldn’t speak, she only reacted, and she wasn’t sure just how her clothes ended up in a pile around her naked body.
What was she doing? She was in her aunt’s house and oh, but it felt so right. She was breaking the rules; she was always breaking all the rules … and this broken rule, this one might end in breaking her heart.
But, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted the feeling to go on … and … his mouth was on hers again, as he lowered her to his greatcoat spread out on the Oriental rug along with her discarded gown. How had he thought to do that? Had he done this before? Of course he had done this before … she was the only fool in the room…
His hands manipulated her breasts, and his head bent, and the next thing she knew, his tongue licked at her nipples as he pulled her hands over her head and took control. She squirmed with the intensity of the sensations he aroused in her, and she gasped with pleasure as his fingers found and manipulated the crease between her legs.
He took one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, bent to lick it, and then teased it with friction. He licked his
palm and rubbed it over her pink pertness till she arched her back with need. She knew she wanted something more, and she threw her head back, and said, “Tarrant…”
“Yes, love … ah, you are wet, so wet and ready…” he whispered as his fingers traveled into her canal and pleasured her to the point of distraction.
“Deeper … push your finger deeper…”
“Yes, love…” He did, even as a feral sound came from his throat, and he explored her with skill and deftness.
She opened her eyes and watched as he released his rock hard cock and watched it dance. It occurred to her he was stallion sized, and she gasped with a sudden fear, “Oh … no…”
He chuckled, but his voice was hoarse with hunger, “Oh yes, sweetness, you are so ready for this…”
She stared and realized she wanted to touch. She reached for his shaft, ran her hand along its length, closed her fingers around it, and whispered, “I… Oh my…”
“We’ll make it fit, steady now … not yet…” He bent and pushed her back down as he lifted her butt and got into position to lap the sweet moisture from her canal.
She began to pump and grind against his tongue, moving instinctively as her body seemed to know what to do, and when he nibbled at the nub just inside, she arched up toward him and released a short wild sound just before she climaxed. She shuddered with pleasure, was still trembling with the aftermath as he rubbed his cock against her clit and then positioned it at the wet opening.
“There, woman … want that … want more…?” His voice was hard and rough with the intensity of his desire.
“Yes, yes…” she answered. She would make this big beautiful man hers … and take everything he had to give, and return the prize in full. And she knew something else. She loved him with all her heart, and she hoped if he didn’t love her yet, he would very soon.
“Ah,” she uttered breathlessly, “Now Tarrant…”
“Say my name,” he whispered as he continued to tease her with his pulsating cock.