Page 41 of A Foolish Flirtation

He bit his lip, his eyes roaming greedily over the spectacle. “Well, that’s almost criminal,” he lamented. “But I confess I’m selfish enough to be glad of the fact.” She stared at him, all rosy and confused. “I want to suck on them. May I?”

Her mouth fell open but no sound came out. He guessed Miss Pinson’s education had never covered such eventualities.

“How about we try it first, and then you decide?” he suggested, his mouth already watering at the prospect.

“Er, y-yes, very well,” she assented stiltedly, her gaze sliding away. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her face.

“Brave Ballentine,” he murmured with approval and flicked a nipple with his thumb. She made that startled noise in her throat again and he lowered his head to bestow soft kisses, first down the valley between the globes of her breasts, and then around their crested peaks, teasing the nipples liberally with his tongue.

Emmeline squeaked and wriggled beneath him, which only added to his pleasure. He rolled more firmly atop her, pinning her in place and rubbing his hips against hers, letting her know what was in store for her. He had never felt so hard in his life. His hands encircled her breasts, crudely squeezing as he feasted on them in turn, sucking the nipples deep into his mouth and moaning against them.

Emmeline’s muffled, breathy sounds in his ears spurred him on and on until he realized he was in imminent danger of spilling against the friction of her nightgown and the warmth of her belly. He had never felt so voracious, so utterly consumed with a woman. It would all be over if he did not exercise some control.

Tearing his mouth from her, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing raggedly and praying for strength. “My God, Emmeline,” he started shakily, “I knew it would be good between us but this. It surpasses everything. I can’t wait, forgive me, my darling.”

“Yes,” she murmured. Yes, she forgave him for his haste? His thoughts were scattered and lust-filled as he gazed down searchingly at the blissful expression on her face. Her eyes were half shut and her lips parted. Christ, she was exquisite. He had known this at nineteen, so why had it taken him a decade to rediscover her?

Giving his head a quick shake, he shoved the disordered blankets aside and reached down for the hem of her nightgown, drawing it up and over her plump thighs. His hand trembled as he uncovered her to his gaze, still breathing hard. The hair on her pussy was an even redder gold than that on her head.

His mouth was watering again, but he did not have the forbearance to last through another round of delights at this point. He would have to postpone that pleasure. “Open your legs for me, Emmeline,” he begged, his voice thick with desire.

Emmeline’s legs fell apart, and Jeremy caught his breath. Please be— “Wet,” he groaned as his fingers sought out her drenched slit. “Fuck,” he enunciated distinctly, then remembered his manners. “Emmeline, you are so, so ready for me.” Thank God, he thought with a rush of gratitude. Thank God that fool Stockton had not taken what was his. “Wider,” he said huskily. “Bend your knees.”

She did not even hesitate. Jeremy stared at the sight his fingers made, embedded in her pink, plump pussy. He felt an almost dizzying rush of blood to his head. He pumped his fingers inside her and thumbed her clitoris, spreading the wetness there.

Emmeline shifted beneath him restlessly. “Tell me what pleases you,” he demanded.

“Y-you do,” she whimpered. Her eyes were closed, her breathing hitched as she arched up into his fingers. God, she was responsive.

“There?” he asked, concentrating his efforts in that precise area. She bit her lip and gave a stifled moan. “Yes, I think that is the spot,” he murmured, lavishing her stiff clitoris with attention. He felt a gush of wetness against his fingers.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, Jeremy!” She stiffened, her eyes opened wide, and she stared at him as her limbs started trembling violently, her slick sheath pulsing tightly around his two fingers.

“That’s it,” he grunted as she came apart beautifully with a low, husky moan. Fuck. It was the most arousing thing he had ever seen in his life.

“Ohhhhhh!” she cried. Her cheeks were poppy red by this point and her shining eyes spilled over as she slumped in his arms, breathing hard. “Oh,” she whispered again, sounding dazed.

“I like it when you say my name when you come, Ballentine,” he whispered, kissing her brow. “I want you to do it again.”

“Jeremy,” she murmured obediently.

He smiled, hearing the languorous satisfaction in her voice, and slid his fingers out of her. They were wet with her essence, and he tasted first one and then the other before sucking them fully into his mouth. “You taste good,” he observed with a groan. “I look forward to pursuing that at some later point.” Emmeline blinked up at him, seemingly lost for words. “Right now, though, I am absolutely at my limit,” he continued regretfully. “I, er, need my cock inside you now, if that is agreeable with you.”

Emmeline’s mouth opened and closed again. She could not possibly get any redder. “Oh, of course,” she said in a strangled voice.

He shifted over her, letting her feel more of his weight, though he kept his hands braced on either side of her. “Emmeline,” he whispered. She was delightfully warm and cushiony beneath him. Her eyes fluttered open, big, brown, and lustrous. God, she was beautiful. “Have I ever told you how much I like your eyes on me and only me?” he asked, sounding tortured even to his own ears.

“I think you did once,” she said in a whisper. “Though I think you were slightly foxed at the time.”

Christ, had she realized that even then? “Keep your eyes on me now,” he ordered, “and your hands.”

She met his eyes and slipped her arms around his back. The motion jostled her breasts against him, distracting him. Should he let her put them away? He didn’t want to. Not at all. Strangely, he liked the fact her nightgown was still intact, though hitched indecently around her waist. It lent a certain something to proceedings.

“I was more than slightly foxed all the time in those days,” he admitted hoarsely. “If I had not been…” He could not continue his train of thought as he slid his cock through her wet folds, slicking himself up on her. He was watchful for any sign of nervousness, but Emmeline showed none, lying pliant and warm beneath him.

His nostrils flared as he restrained himself from pushing into her. His body wanted to rut but what was left of his thoughts reminded him that she was untouched but for him. “I hope I do not hurt you,” he said as the unpleasant thought occurred to him.

“It does not hurt at this moment,” she answered, her voice sounding strange.