Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,3
going,” Ally said hotly. “And you have no right to stop me.”
“Very well.” Evan sat back down, a look of defeat on his chiseled features. “Then I have no choice but to go with you.”
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Christophe’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, Amelia! His fiery gaze well-nigh melted my garments right off my body.
“My lady…”
“If you could help me with my gown, sir,” I said, “I would be most appreciative.”
“I’m not sure this is proper…”
“Goodness, how can you paint me nude if I don’t disrobe?” I turned around. “Since there is no maid present, and I don’t intend to summon one, I need you to unfasten me and unlace my corset.”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, my lady.”
When he had unbuttoned my dress, he slipped it over my shoulders and it fell to the floor. He unlaced my corset, and I gulped in a breath of precious air as he removed it. I stood before him in my chemise and drawers. I turned and let my chemise drop to the floor atop my dress and petticoats.
“My lady…”
I held out my already throbbing breasts. “What do you think, Monsieur Bertrand? Do you like my bubbies?”
His cheeks pinked. “Ah…they’re…lovely, my lady.”
“What color do you think will do my nipples justice? Rose? Light brown?”
He shook his head. “A brownish red, perhaps.”
I fingered my nipples slowly, and then pinched them both between my thumb and forefinger. Tingling sensations arrowed to my pussy. “Now what color, sir?”
“Brick red, my lady. Lord…”
“What is it?” I asked innocently.
“You. You’re so…”
I inched forward. “Would you like to pinch my nipples, Monsieur Bertrand? I’d like it if you would.”
I placed his hands on my breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t be afraid, sir.”
“I’m not afraid, but this—”
I laid my finger over his soft pink lips. “We are alone. The door is locked. My auntie sleeps during the afternoon, and no servant will dare disturb us. Now pinch my nipples, sir.”
He squeezed them lightly, and oh, Amelia, my cunny throbbed! Remember how we used to pinch each other’s nipples and suck them? I do so love to have someone play with my diddeys.
“Harder,” I whispered. “Pinch them harder.”
He briefly tugged on them and then let them both go. I whimpered at the loss of his touch. How I wanted more!
“Would you like to suck my nipples, sir?” I entwined my fingers through his silky dark hair and pulled his head forward. “Please. Kiss them. Suck them.”
He let out a shaky breath and lowered his lips to one turgid bud. Oh, how I wanted to reach into my drawers and between my legs and rub my cunny! I was already wet with cream slickening my thighs.
He kissed my nipple lightly, and then more passionately, until he finally sucked it between his lips and tugged.
“Oh, sir! That feels wonderful.”
He continued sucking whilst he found my other nipple with his fingers and pinched it hard.
“Oh!” How I longed to touch my pussy and bring about the lovely climax you taught me, Amelia.
He swirled his tongue around my nipple, licked it, kissed it, sucked it, continuing to pinch and tug at the other one. The sweet smacking of his mouth echoed against my hot skin. When I could bear it no longer, I untied my drawers, let them fall to the ground, and touched my slick pussy lips. I steered clear of the magic button. I did not want to explode yet. But the warmth of my own cream against my fingers nearly drove me mad.
When I’d had all I could take, I threaded my fingers through his soft hair and pulled him toward me. His mouth crushed to mine and we kissed, our tongues twirling, swirling, dueling, until we were both nearly void of breath.
I gasped and broke away. “My cunt,” I said. “Please, sir. Lick my cunt.”
Chapter 2
Sitting across from Evan in a coach all day wasn’t the worst to ever befall Alexandra. Gazing at his handsome face and wonderful body was certainly no hardship. His grey traveling suit accentuated his thunderous broad shoulders to the point that Ally feared the seams might rip if he flexed those amazing muscles. He was a glorious sight.
But listening to him? That she could do without. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, she tuned him out—or tried to—by hiding behind a novel. They had hours to go, for Evan had decided to take the coach all the way to London rather than go by rail.