Michael knew he was grinning stupidly as Anne towed him through the front door of her town house.
Frankly, he didn’t care. Nothing was going to wipe that stupid grin off his face.
Hugh, who opened the door, tried to keep a straight face. He succeeded for all of two seconds. “Good evening m’lady. Lord Morsley,” he said with a bow.
They proceeded to Anne’s rooms. Out in the hall, Michael made a show of examining the lock. “What are you doing?” Anne asked.
“Seeing if I can pick this in case you lock me out again. I’m not sure that I can, but no matter. Next time I’ll just ram the door.”
“That will make a fine show for the household staff,” Anne said, removing her cap and placing it on her dressing table. “The housemaids were distressed to hear that the gorgeous Lord Morsley was naked in the hallway, and they all contrived to miss it.”
He closed the door and turned the key. “How sad for the housemaids, because there won’t be a repeat performance.”
“That depends on whether or not you can stay in my good graces,” Anne said as she pulled pins from her hair.
Michael crossed the room in three swift steps, caught her around the waist, and pulled her body flush against his. “After what I’m about to do to you, my darling Anne, I guarantee that I am going to be in the very best of your graces.” He reached around and began undoing the ties of her dress.
“You sound very confident in yourself.”
“I am.” He shoved her dress to the floor and began working on her stays. “Nothing gives a man as much confidence as the knowledge that he made his lady love climax ten times the previous evening.”
She flushed very prettily. “Was it ten times? Who was counting, anyways?”
“I was counting, and it most certainly was ten. Possibly your neighbors were counting as well, given how loudly you were screaming my name. Let’s see if we can improve upon that tonight.” He lowered his head to hers for a kiss.
She immediately melted against his chest. God, he loved it when she did that.
He tossed her stays to the floor and took a moment to enjoy the sight of Anne wearing nothing but her chemise. She managed to look sweet and seductive in equal measures in the whisper-thin white muslin. Reaching for the ribbon gather at the neckline, he noticed that the embroidered decoration was in the pattern of strawberries. That made him smile.
As much as he liked the strawberries, they had to go. He pulled the chemise over her head, leaving Anne wearing nothing but her silk stockings and garters. Those, he decided, could stay. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he lay her gently down. He quickly divested himself of everything but his trousers and lay down beside her.
She immediately began stroking his chest. Her face held a touch of embarrassment, as if she weren’t sure whether she was supposed to be touching him, but with a strong undercurrent of awe as she gazed at his chest. Would that he could somehow go back in time and tell his skinny-as-a-broomstick-handle, spotty-faced fourteen-year-old self that one day his beloved Anne was going to be lying naked before him, stroking his bare chest with that expression on her face. Without question, this would have been the best news fourteen-year-old Michael had ever heard.
He began kissing her again and running his hands up and down her front, and in short order she was squirming and purring for him again. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and index finger and was gratified when she arched her back in pleasure, her legs falling open.
That seemed like an excellent suggestion, so, as he took a nipple into his mouth, he stroked his hand down over her stomach, then lower to part her folds. She was wet, which he loved, and as soon as his hand made contact with her little rosebud, she groaned with pleasure.
“Ooooh, Michael! Yes! Right there—oh, that feels so good!”
He played with her for a few minutes, lavishing attention on one breast then the other, keeping his hand between her legs deliberately gentle. Every time she scooted her hips forward, he would subtly retreat, keeping his strokes soft and teasing.
After a few minutes, she realized what he was doing. “Michael!” she mewled in protest.
“Yes, darling?”
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Doing what on purpose?”
“Teasing me. I’ve been dying to come ever since we were in the carriage! Why won’t you let me?”
He chuckled as he slid down her body. “Because, my darling Anne, I’m building you up. Although you want to throttle me right now, when you finally reach your peak it’s going to be so high, and your pleasure so intense, you’re going to thank me for the torturous way I got you there.”
She looked partially mollified and partially intrigued as he began kissing his way down her stomach, still caressing her ever so gently with his fingers. He spent a few minutes worshiping the insides of her thighs while her legs twitched in anticipation beneath his lips. After several kisses that barely grazed the little pink nub that was swollen and begging for his attention, she cried out in frustration, then reached down and grabbed his head, and positioned his mouth just where she wanted it.
Michael smiled. Deciding he had tortured her enough, he gave her what she so clearly wanted, although he kept his tongue deliberately gentle as he teased her little sweet spot.
He glanced up and drank in the sight of the glassy pleasure in Anne’s eyes. He kept his caresses light, but as her cries grew more and more desperate, he decided it was time. He paused and repositioned his mouth over her sweet little nub.
And then he began to suck.
He did so gently at first, but the effect was instantaneous. Anne froze, her eyes flying open. He could read her face, and her expression right now told him that she was feeling such pleasure as she’d never imagined existed.
“Michael?” she whispered uncertainly. He didn’t answer but increased his suction just a fraction.
“Michael,” she moaned, and he could tell she was getting close. He increased his suction a hair more and looked up at her, and that was when she began to cry out.
“Michael… Michael… Michael! Oh, my God, yes, Michael! Oh, my God that feels so good, please don’t stop, don’t ever, ever stop! Oh, my God, oh, my… Michael. Michael! Michael!”
Then the pleasure was upon her, and she exploded. There was no other word for it. Her back arched up like a bow and held for the space of a few heartbeats before crashing back down upon the bed. He kept sucking her as she screamed and thrashed on the bed and her legs shook and everything between them flexed for him in frantic pulses of delight. She continued screaming his name and thrashing and pulsing and trembling for a full minute before she collapsed on the bed.
Only then did he leave her, but just long enough to slide up the bed and take her in his arms. She was completely boneless, breathing hard, her eyes closed.
He thought she might fall asleep after such a powerful climax, but after a few minutes her eyes blinked open, dazed and full of wonder. “What did you just do to me?”
He smiled. “Is that a complaint?”
She poked his bottom. “You know full well it isn’t. That was magnificent.” She laughed, rubbing at her side. “I came so hard, I think I might have strained something.”
“Good,” he laughed, stroking her back.
“Give me just a minute for the room to stop spinning, and I’ll attempt to do the same for you.”
He froze. “But Anne,” he said carefully, “remember what we discussed? You don’t want to risk any chance of pregnancy. So there’s nothing you can do for me, darling.”
Her head popped up. “Oh, but there is!” she said brightly. “Did you not know? There’s a way I can use my mouth on you, too.” Michael’s astonishment must have shown on his face, because she ducked her head and added, “I mean, I’ve never done it before, but I’ve heard other women make, um, passing comments and little jokes, and…” She laughed nervously. “In any case, I understand it’s possible. Come on,” she said, reaching for the buttons of his placket, “I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Anne,” he said in a strangled voice, “I don’t expect you to, er…”
“Oh!” She paused with half of the buttons on his trousers undone. “Would you not like that?” she asked shyly.
Michael groaned. “Of course I would like it.” He gestured to his straining cock. “Just look at me. I’m about to explode. But you are a lady, gently bred, and I would never expect for you to do such a thing for me.”
Anne’s forehead crinkled. “You use your mouth on me. How is this any different?”
“But I enjoy doing that for you. I love worshipping you, giving you pleasure.”
She smiled and crawled up his body, pressing her naked flesh against his as she went, and gave him a tender kiss. He cradled her face and kissed her back. He was so distracted that it took him a moment to notice that her hands had returned to the placket of his trousers, where she continued to undo his buttons.
“Anne?” he asked, trying to stifle a groan as her fingers teased his shaft through the layers of fabric.
She smiled. “You enjoy pleasuring me. I’ll bet I’m going to enjoy pleasuring you, too.” She started kissing his neck, working her way down his body the way he had done to her earlier. Her hands continued working at his placket, and as the final button sprang free, she began struggling to push his trousers and drawers down.
Michael groaned. He knew that, as a gentleman, he should resist. But there was absolutely zero chance that was going to happen. As Anne sucked one if his nipples into her mouth, his cock gave a pulse of approval, and the last thread of his resolve snapped. He lifted his hips and pushed his remaining garments off, tossing them on the floor.
Her nose crinkled in delight as she looked at his straining cock. She began to touch him tentatively, just with her fingertips—a delicious form of torture, when he wanted so much more. She jerked her hand back as she encountered the bead of moisture that had formed at his very tip, but she quickly realized how sticky it was, and began smoothing it over his head. Michael had propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch her, but as she began to tease him there, he let his head loll back as he groaned.
“Is that all right?” she asked.
He looked up, and she read the answer in his eyes. She looked delighted as she resumed her soft little touches.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked after a few minutes.
“You’re doing great,” he replied immediately.
“What I mean is, is this how you do it when you, um. You know.” She was blushing, but she hastily added, “When you touch yourself.” He froze, stunned but also unbearably aroused by the direction the conversation was taking.
She misinterpreted his silence. “But what am I saying—you probably don’t do that—I didn’t mean to suggest that you—”
He barked out a laugh. “Of course I do. I touch myself every goddamn day. Oftentimes more than once. What did you think I was doing after I fled into the woods during that disastrous picnic?”
She gave a startled laugh. Now she was really blushing, but she looked enormously relieved. “I believe we have previously established that I had no idea what was actually going on during that picnic. Did you truly…”
“I did. I was about to spend in my trousers. That was the other reason it was rather imperative that I get off you.”
“Oh, my gracious! And to think that I had no idea.” She paused, biting her lip. “Would you show me how you do it?”
He reached down, covering her hand with his, and demonstrated how he liked to be stroked. “And do you know who I think about when I do this?”
“Who?” Anne asked in a small voice.
“You,” he replied, looking her in the eyes. “Always you.”
She managed to look both embarrassed and pleased, and continued stroking him as he removed his hand and leaned back against the pillows. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “God, that feels good. Yes—squeeze me tighter. You won’t do it too hard.”
She soon picked up the rhythm. “Now let me try it with my mouth,” she said eagerly, sliding down toward him.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, Anne,” he hastened to say. “What you’re doing feels very good. It will make me come.”
“But won’t it feel even better with my mouth?”
“Um.” He should lie. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do. He opened his mouth to demur, and found the word, “Yes,” emerging.
So much for that plan.
“Then I want to use my mouth,” she said, lowering her lips toward his shaft.
She kissed the head of his cock with those full, wide, petal-soft lips, and he was unable to contain a groan of pleasure. He was big enough that she had to make a few attempts before she managed to take all of him inside her mouth, each one giving him a tantalizing taste of the pleasure he was about to experience.
He was losing control, and fast. “It’s just—God, Anne—if you do that, you’re going to make me come.”
She laughed, looking up at him. “That’s the general idea.”
“I’m going to come in your mouth, Anne.”
She regarded him in silence for a few beats, studying his face. “And you would like that,” she said slowly.
He cringed. “I… um…”
“Don’t even bother lying to me, Michael Cranfield,” she said with a smug smile. “I can read your face. You’ve been thinking about me taking you into my mouth. For a very long time, if I’m not mistaken.”
A man should not blush, but he felt his face heating. “I, uh—”
“Here,” she said, releasing his shaft and coming up beside him. She gathered up all the pillows and propped him up so he was half-reclining. “There!” she said with delight. “I can tell already that you like to watch me touching you. Especially when I’m touching your cock.” She studied him again. “You like that, too, don’t you? To hear me talk about your cock?” She lay down beside him, pressing her body against his, wrapping her hand around him and stroking his length the way he had shown her, and put her lips right next to his ear. “Your cock is so big, Michael. Your cock felt so wonderful last night, Michael. Mmm, just thinking about how much pleasure you gave me with your cock makes me want to come again, Michael.”
He answered with a garbled string of desperate babbling that caused Anne to laugh. “Damn it, woman! You’re going to make me spill on the sheets.”
“After the way you tortured me, I’m not the least bit sorry.” But she did take pity on him, holding his eyes as she slid down his body and positioned her mouth above his cock. “Now lie back and relax and enjoy the view.” And finally, finally, she slipped her lips around the tip of his cock.
Oh, fuck. She had scarcely touched him, and he was already on the brink of insanity. Anne was right. He had been dreaming of her doing exactly this ever since he was fourteen years old.
He’d been dreaming about other things too, of course, but one of his favorite fantasies had always involved her taking him by the hand and leading him somewhere slightly secluded—maybe into an empty parlor, or around the corner of the stable. Or best of all, reimagining the picnic when they had been fifteen so that she had followed him into the copse of trees and wound up helping him with his “problem.” In his daydreams she would drop to her knees and open his trousers. He always fantasized that she would smile up at him with that mischievous crinkle of her nose as she took out his cock, perhaps make a little cooing sound when she found him rock hard, just for her. And then she would look up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes as she took his cock into her mouth.
Deep down, he knew it was stupid. Fourteen-year-old Anne never acted that way, and even if they married someday, he knew one didn’t do such things with one’s lady wife. It was just a dirty, delicious fantasy for him to think about while he was tossing off. He had always understood it was never going to happen.
Except… it was happening. And, God, her lips wrapped around his cock felt a thousand times better than his wildest imaginings.
Clever girl that she was, she had already mastered the way he liked his cock to be stroked. Her hands were so soft and so sweet, and she was using both of them to stroke up and down his shaft. And oh, God, the feeling of her mouth! Gad, she swirled her tongue right over his head, where it felt so, so good! God, he wanted to come.
As he watched Anne slide her mouth up and down his cock, she flicked her eyes up to meet his, and he saw her nose crinkle in delight at the sight of him feeling such amazing pleasure.
It was his every fantasy come true. His ballocks tightened and he felt the familiar twinge as he passed the point of no return. He knew he was going to come, any second he was going to come, and he felt the undiluted pleasure of being right there on the brink. He heard himself calling her name, and his hands went to the back of her head, urging her on. Then he felt a white-hot burst of pleasure as he climaxed in her mouth.
He saw Anne’s eyes widen as his seed filled her mouth, but she didn’t stop, game girl that she was. No, she kept stroking him, drawing out his pleasure, until all of a sudden it was too much, and he combed his fingers into her hair and gently drew her off.
Her mouth came off his cock with a pop. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had that glassy quality about them that he loved to see. He kissed her deeply, and she moaned and squirmed against him.
Remembering her words about how just thinking about his cock inside of her had made her want to come again, he pulled her up so that she straddled his mouth and began working her nub with his tongue while he slid two fingers inside her and massaged that special spot on the front side of her inner wall. Apparently her words about wanting another climax hadn’t been just for show, because her response was a desperate, “God, Michael, please!” and she began touching her own breasts. It only took a minute before she was screaming his name and pulsing above him as he enjoyed the sweet nectar of her pleasure.
Once her trembling subsided, he pulled her down to lie with him, propped up on the pillows together, her head on his shoulder.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, leaning over to blow out the candles on her nightstand. Only a trace of moonlight through the window illuminated the room.
Anne giggled as she snuggled into his warmth. “I enjoyed that. Torturing you,” she clarified as he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well, seeing as you enjoyed it so very much, I will graciously suffer through it again, as often as you would like.”
“How magnanimous of you,” she muttered, settling into a comfortable position on his shoulder.
He kissed her cheek. “I love you, Anne. God, I love you so much.”
He felt her stiffen in his arms.