Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season 3)
I told her that my “guest” and I would be requiring tea half an hour into our lesson, and to just enter without knocking. I was tempted to dispense with the lesson altogether, but I couldn’t get Christophe too excited too quickly. I had to get him just right to the edge before Hattie interrupted us. We discussed color and light for a bit, and finally, when Hattie was due to enter within about five minutes, I turned to my handsome instructor, grabbed his cock through his britches, and melded my mouth to his.
His member rose instantaneously, and I fondled him through the fabric as our tongues dueled together. A few moments later, he turned me around and fumbled with the fasteners on my dress. When he brushed it over my shoulders and began loosening my corset, Hattie entered.
Her cheeks turned crimson at the sight of us. “My lady, I do beg pardon.”
I smiled. “Please bring the tea in, Hattie. Monsieur Bertrand and I would love to partake of it later.”
Hattie walked toward the table, her gaze cast downward, and set down the tea tray. She turned.
“Hattie dear, do not leave yet.”
She stopped but did not turn around.
“Please, dear Hattie, come here to me. I have told Monsieur Bertrand all about you, and he is very excited to make your acquaintance.”
Hattie turned, her cheeks still crimson, her bottom lip red and pouty.
“Do not be fearful,” said I. “Please, do come to me.”
As Christophe continued to loosen my corset, Hattie moved forward. When I could reach her, I pulled her to me and kissed her sweet red lips.
She sighed into me and opened, giving me her tongue. I still wonder at the differences between men and women, dear Amelia. While the kisses I have shared with men are succulent and amazing, those I have shared with you and now with Hattie are sweeter and gentler, so very innocent. Once she warmed up, we passionately kissed together. She wasn’t wearing a corset, and when Christophe divested me of my own, her nipples hardened against my bosom.
Oh, Amelia, how much I wanted to taste that sweet little quim! But I was determined to let Christophe have his reward that I had promised him a few lessons go.
I broke the kiss. “Dearest Hattie, would you please help me undress Monsieur Bertrand?”
“My lady…”
“Have I ever made you do anything you didn’t want to do?”
“No, of course not, my lady.” She cast her gaze downward once again.
I tipped her chin upward. “And you need not do anything you don’t want to do now,” said I. “You are free to leave. If you want to.”
She trembled beneath my touch. “I do enjoy it when you kiss me, my lady. And…I do not think…I want to leave.”
“Do you find Monsieur Bertrand pleasing to the eye?”
She smiled shyly. “Oh, yes, my lady. He is quite handsome, indeed.”
“I can assure you he looks even better without his garments. Now, would you please help me undress him?”
Hattie ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Yes, my lady.”
Chapter 16
Ally trembled as Evan rose from the bed, fire in his eyes.
“I confess my undying love for you, and you tell me you’re going to marry another man?”
Ally gulped. “Well, I must marry Mr. Landon. He has compromised me. You witnessed it, and so did several others once you punched him.” Her voice shook.
“I compromised you long before that rogue Landon ever laid a hand on you.”
“And what if you didn’t?” Ally said hotly. “What if you were not my first? Perhaps Mr. Landon was.”
His face reddened and his nostrils flared. “How dare you? I know you were a virgin when I took you. I’ve been around the block enough times to know when I’m deflowering a woman. And you told me last night that he hadn’t touched your breasts. Were you lying to me?”