“Yes, quite.” She glanced about her and added, “We’ve not the luxury of darkness in the conservatory, Sherbourne, and I would rather be shot than caught groping the master of the house by a gardener who happens by.”
He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, which he released slowly as he opened his eyes again. “You would accompany me, then, to my bedchamber? It’s shocking, truly, for it’s not yet time for luncheon.”
“I fail to see what luncheon has to do with it. I’m not at all hungry.” She nipped at his lower lip with her teeth and scratched his back with her nails. “At least, not for food.”
She could see from his demeanor the instant he stepped across the line between hesitation and determination. He moved back a bit and adjusted her bodice, then grasped her hand and walked her rather quickly toward the front of the house. Rothschild was not about, thankfully. Neither was there a footman or any other servant in the hall. They climbed the stairs silently, though several meaningful looks passed between them. At the landing, he turned to the right and she followed him to the last door of the hallway. Just before he opened it, he turned to her once more, his expression serious.
“Are you certain, Lucy? Speak up now, for once we are set upon the course, it will be difficult to turn back.”
“Oh, do open the door, Sherbourne. I’m fair shaking, and eager, and crazy for you.”
In bare seconds, they were locked within his chamber and he was quickly divesting her of her small hat, her hair pins, her morning gown, her stays and chemise, her slippers and stockings. When she was naked, she reached for his cravat, his coat, waistcoat, shirt, boots, breeches and drawers. They stood apart for a moment and looked their fill.
“Honestly, my lord, you are beautifully put together.” His chest was broad and well formed, sprinkled with dark hair that grew into a line that led to his groin. His hips were narrow, and his thighs boasted impressive muscles, no doubt the result of years in the saddle. Sherbourne’s first love was said to be horses. Was he larger than Matthew had been? It was difficult to remember. One thing was certain, however –Sherbourne was very well endowed. She audaciously moved toward him and grasped his heavy, thick cock within her hand, filling the other with the weight of his bollocks. “Old, indeed. You’re spectacular.”
His hands were not idle, swiftly moving across her skin, touching her arms, her throat, her back, her belly, and her breasts before he drew her close to the bed and tossed back the tester. He turned to her and smiled with a twinkle. “Let us see how well the old man holds up in the face of your beauty and grace and extremely luscious body, shall we?”
“Luscious, Sherbourne? I’m anything but luscious.”
His smile faded, replaced by a look of burning intensity. “You’ve been alone too long, I fear, without benefit of a man’s appreciation. I’d thought yours a quiet beauty, dignified and refined, but now, seeing you naked, with your lovely hair about your shoulders, your dark nipples peaked with desire, I can only describe you as luscious, tempting and not the least refined. It’s infinitely appealing, for I’ve never had a taste for refined ladies. Perhaps you’re the daughter of a duke, the widow of a viscount, but damned if you aren’t the very earth itself.” He reached for her and kissed her hungrily, holding her close whilst his hand moved between her legs. “You’re like a ripe peach, lush, sweet and deliciously . . . juicy.”
She shoved him backward and fell upon him as he hit the bed.
“You’re also decidedly impetuous and lusty, my lady.”
On her knees, her center was close to his cock when she stopped and gazed down at him. “Do I go too far? Am I too bold? If so, you must forgive me, but it’s been a very long time, and I cannot wait another moment.”
“Not too far, at all, and I find your boldness intoxicating.” He bent his knees and raised his feet to the bed to propel himself farther along the mattress, taking her with him until they were in the center, though still sideways. His hands reached for her waist and held her loosely as she settled herself along the length of him, all the way down, until the head of his cock touched her womb.
She melted with pleasure and fulfillment. Ah, how lovely it was, how right it felt. Slowly, she moved against him, gyrating her hips to create the friction and heat she craved. It wouldn’t take long, she realized as she gazed down at him between the curtain of her hair. “The very earth, Sherbourne? How poetic you are.”
His hands tightened about her waist and suddenly, without warning, he flipped her to her back. He crouched above her, his laugh lined face no longer filled with good humor, but rather a certain dark expression of deeply carnal intent. “I sense a certain wildness and erotic knowledge within you, and I have to wonder from whence it comes.” He withdrew and plunged deep before pulling back, almost leaving before thrusting once more.