The Scandalous Diary of Lily Layton

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sp; Sheer paradise.

She was sweet and soft and decadent. Each touch, each rough kiss, was an erotic torment. He needed her…this. They pulled apart breathing raggedly.

“I have so many questions,” she whispered. “So many hungers. My mind has not been quiet, and somehow, I thought if I encountered you tonight, the uncertainty would be silenced. Instead, it has multiplied.”

He dropped his forehead to hers. “You want to know me,” Oliver said, tempted beyond measure to speak in his normal tone, and not this low, rough whisper. Except, there was a need to honor her request for anonymity. He didn’t want her to think for one second he was a dishonorable bounder.

“No,” she said in a fierce whisper, but there was a tremble in her voice. “I do not want us to know each other’s identity,” she declared, a little too emphatically.

“Let’s for one moment just think—”

She stole the rest of his words in a kiss that burned all his thoughts to ashes.

“I don’t want to think, or talk, not now. Only feel.”

Oliver had hard sexual tastes, and it made no sense to spring any surprise on her. Their first time, he hadn’t been as unrestrained as he liked. If she would be reluctant to try the kind of play he would be interested in, it was better to find out now than when he was balls deep, especially since he had been afraid he had hurt her before. “I want to fuck you long and hard for the whole night, until you can’t think or speak. All the noise in your head will be drowned out.”

“Show me,” she taunted with a provocative arch into his embrace.

He kissed her with such passion her lips would surely be swollen. Moving with her, he pressed her against the wall, pushing her nightgown high on her thighs.

Her subtle, delicate scent surrounded him, only this time, it was lavender.

“You wore a different scent that first night,” he growled in between the almost rough kisses he placed on her lips.

“Yes…”

His thumb dragged along the soft curve of her inner thighs, and without much encouragement, she parted her legs. He trailed his fingers over the soft flesh of her buttocks and around to her mound.

He marveled at the silky feel of her skin, the wonderful taste of her tongue as she dueled with his in their incendiary kiss. He tucked two fingers at the entrance of her sheath, loving the soft flutters as she trembled in anticipation. He shoved them deep, and a moan broke low in her throat. Oliver pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging them against her walls, then thrust them deep again, driving her onto the tips of her toes.

Her soft cry at his action was husky, sultry. And it traveled straight to his cock, hardening him even more. Breaking the kiss, they took panting breaths, trading air with each other. “Your pussy is the tightest I have ever felt. When I am done with you, you will be looser, sorer, but you will enjoy every stroke I give you tonight.”

A gratified groan tore from his throat as wetness bathed his fingers. He leaned in closer, so their lips were only a whisper apart. “I want you to ride my tongue before taking my cock.”

Her hips rolled into him, and he rewarded her with another thrust.

“Have your legs ever been tied open and your pussy eaten for hours with no respite from the pleasure, even if you scream for mercy?”

She jerked and gripped him tightly. “You’ve read more of my diary.”

In her voice, he heard the duality of shame and acute pleasure. He kissed the spot beneath her ear tenderly. “Yes.” Oliver had a desperate need to pleasure her in all the forbidden ways she’d ever yearned for. He wanted to wipe away the shame her husband had inspired for her wonderful sensuality. Her passion was pure and honest, dark and wanton, and he wanted her to embrace it with all the fierceness he could feel simmering inside.

She leaned forward and took his lips in a raw, carnal kiss. Her aggression surprised him, aroused him, and captivated the dark needs flowering in his soul. She took control of the kiss, all but climbing his hand to wrap her legs around his waist.

His hand smoothed over the rounded cheeks of her ass. “I want to take you on a darker journey of sexuality.”

Her voice was dark, heavy with lust. “I’m willing to go wherever with you, my lord.”

The knowledge that she might very well do so had his pulse jumping in his throat and lust stroking over his aching cock. The idea that he could explore all his desires with this woman was thrilling and terrifying. It was also a risk—he could either enthrall or repulse her.

He ran his fingers down the shadowy cleft of her rear. “I’m going to sink my cock here…”

She tensed, then her body relaxed, though only marginally. “Is that possible?”

There was no fear, or disgust, only curious hunger. Oliver’s knees felt weak. Who was she to be so fearless with her burgeoning passions? “Yes.”