The Scandalous Diary of Lily Layton
His chuckle was low and heated. “You know what I mean when I say pussy.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I…I’ve read a few books. Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure and others.”
“Ah, the depraved delights of Fanny Hill. Were you shamed for reading them?”
She closed her eyes tightly against the memories. “No one knew,” she whispered. “But I felt ashamed for what they made me crave.”
“Did you study any of the erotic drawings?”
“Yes.”
He brushed his lips against the side of her neck, and she tilted her head to allow him better access.
“What if I told you after I lick and suck your cunt…your quim…your velvet tip, I want to tup you. Do you know whereof I speak?”
“No,” she said hoarsely, though she had some idea from the dark, lascivious way he whispered.
He turned her gently, and her unreasonable heart wished she could discern his features.
Unexpectedly, he cupped her most intimate area. “This is your pussy…your quim…your cunt. If you want me to be polite…your pleasure garden, your velvet sheath.”
Lily moaned, barely able to breathe. “I don’t want polite.”
His hands stroked upward, tugging her nightgown down to her elbows, baring her breasts to the chill in the passage. Her nipples beaded instantly. His palms molded themselves to the full mounds of her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers capturing her peaked nipples and rolling them.
Sweet mercy.
The sensations filling her were like nothing she could have imagined. He arched her, and his tongue stroked over the sensitive tip of her nipple. A hungry moan broke from her throat as he repeated the caress. She pressed against him, gasping for breath as his lips sucked at her breast.
He dipped two of his fingers into her mouth, and she curled her tongue around them and sucked. Then he pulled them from her lips and traveled down to her core.
“Open for me.”
Her body hummed with nerves and anticipation. She complied. There was no tenderness. No caution. Just a dominant touch. She was wet, warm, slippery, inviting this stranger to caress her. Using his thumbs, he carefully parted and spread her feminine folds to rub his fingers over her sensitive nub.
They drew a shaky breath together.
“Open wider,” he commanded.
Dear lord, she spread her legs even farther and invited him. He stooped and lifted one of her legs over his muscled shoulder. “Brace your hands against my shoulders,” he growled.
She instinctively obeyed.
He cupped her buttocks in both his palms, tugged her forward, and pressed her core to his mouth. Lily cried out, and one of his hands shot up to smother the weak, breathless sound she made. Her body shuddered at the domineering clasp over her mouth, and the feel of the long slow licks that parted her feminine folds to delve deep inside her. What they were doing was so very wrong but in all the right ways.
He held her under the wicked lash of his tongue, and with each lick and nibble, this stranger devastated Lily’s sensibilities. He gripped her buttocks firmer, angling her closer to the stroke of his tongue. She whimpered, helpless to stop the lustful sounds spilling from her throat. Being so vulnerable and intimate with a stranger went beyond her most desperate and lustful dreams. His teeth settled over her pleasure spot, and he gently nipped, then sucked, intensifying the excruciating sensations already destroying her mind. She bit down on the flesh of his palm in a desperate bid to prevent her scream.
She had never felt anything this good, not even in her tentative exploration of that little nub. Agonizing pleasure seared through her body, and with a muffled cry against his palm while fisting his hair, she unraveled.
He stood, breathing harshly.
“I’m going to take you.” Despite his rough assurance, she heard the question in his voice.
“Yes.” The fulfillment she would feel when he entered her was enough to make her breath catch with need.