Come all over my dick, baby. Just like that, he growls, his eyes glued to the spot where his body is joined with mine.
I want you to touch your pussy, I whisper.She sucks in a breath, and her eyes widen.
I push my thumb into her mouth, her lips parting to accept me. Her mouth is hot and wet and when she swirls her tongue around my thumb, I imagine it’s the head of my cock and release a strangled groan.Removing my thumb, I reach down and palm my cock through my shorts. Fuck. My body aches with the need for a release.When she opens her mouth to speak, I think she’s about to argue, to tell me that this is crazy. Will you… her eyes fall to my lap. Stroke yourself too? she asks.
I nod. If you rub that swollen clit of yours. I glance down at her bare legs, which are still pressed together.She swallows, and her eyes get this determined look. It’s beautiful. She lifts her T-shirt, slowly, carefully, treating me to another erotic show.
My greedy gaze follows the path, eating up each inch of skin she exposes. She’s shaved bare, and my mouth waters knowing how smooth she’d be against my face. She continues lifting the shirt until she can pull it off over her head. I appreciate the dip in her soft belly, and the way her full, heavy breasts sway when she drops the shirt over the side of the bed.
Once she’s naked, she gets a little shy, and I worry for a second that she’s going to back out on me.Hugh had not minded that, but he did remember it. Word for word.
What did bother him, however, was being thought a villain. That someone might think he’d wanted to kill Daniel Smythe-Smith, or that he’d rejoiced when he’d been forced to leave the country . . . This, Hugh could not bear. And if the only way to redeem his reputation was to make sure that society knew that Daniel had forgiven him, then Hugh would attend this wedding, and whatever else Daniel deemed appropriate.Hugh paused at the sound of a familiar feminine voice. It was the bride herself, Lady Honoria Smythe-Smith, soon to be Lady Chatteris. In twenty-three hours, actually, if the ceremony began on time, which Hugh had little confidence it would. He was surprised she was out and about. Weren’t brides meant to be surrounded by their female friends and relatives, fussing about last-minute details?
Lady Honoria, he said, shifting his grip on his cane so that he could offer her a bow of greeting.I am so glad you are able to attend the wedding, she said.