Wicked Nights With a Proper Lady(41)

“What shall it be then?”

Grasping the back of her knee, he lifted her leg so her foot rested on the bench beside his thigh. “I think it only fair that I take a stocking for each of my shoes.”

Leo pushed the layered underskirts high on her right thigh, taking time to smooth his hands over her fine calves. Never had he touched a more perfect creature.

One of her hands lay relaxed at her side, the other clasped the soft folds of the bunched-up material over her midriff.

She bit her lip, letting him glimpse the white even row of her teeth as she hissed in a breath with his first caress.

Her legs were nicely formed. The muscles rose partially at the backs of her calves and were firm to his touch. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her raised shin, allowing his hands to sweep over the back of her knees, and finally over her stocking-clad thighs. He stopped his exploration only when he reached the garter and bare skin between stockings and drawers.

He rested his forehead against the material covering her bent thigh and tucked his fingers beneath the edge of her stocking. There was no way he could refuse what she silently asked for when she tilted her pelvis forward in offering. His hands moved higher, finding the slit in her drawers as he sought the sweetest part of her.

When his fingers found her slick center, he slipped his middle finger slowly inside. The silky wetness that met his touch made him want to take her now, in every way imaginable, but he kept his pace unhurried, planting openmouthed kisses against her thigh. With his free hand, he released the tie holding up her stocking and worked it down to just below her knee.

He wanted to taste her skin and her juices on his tongue. Taking the flesh of her thigh in his mouth, he nibbled a hot path along the flesh he revealed in the torturously slow removal of her stocking.

Her fingers brushed through his hair before grasping it tightly as he inserted a second finger into her tight sheath.

The mewl that escaped her mouth had him pumping his fingers a little faster. Not so fast that they were lost in their ecstasy … not yet. He wanted to draw this out, have them spend the whole evening so thoroughly wrapped around each other that there was no telling where one of them started and the other ended.

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She couldn’t believe she was here, doing this with Leo … again. But the further into their intimacy they got, the less she was able to even think of pulling back. She wanted him more—if such a thing were possible—than she had when she was younger.

Did one’s cravings grow stronger with age? She thought maybe they did, because nothing short of scandalous exposure to the rest of their guests could stop her now.

The feel of his teeth nipping at her flesh made her insides melt and her body relax into his. Her juices were thick on his fingers, and she felt her drawers growing damp where he pumped them inside of her. It wasn’t his hands or his tongue that she craved deep inside her but another part of him altogether.

“Leo,” she said huskily, since her throat had dried out with the panting and sensuous sounds that fell past her lips. “My legs are going to turn to jelly if you don’t let me sit down soon.”

She swore she heard a frustrated growl from him as he nearly tore the tie off her other stocking so he could pull that one down as well.

“Sit beside me on the bench so I can get my other shoe off.”

Instead of doing as he asked, she went down on her haunches once more and pulled off his second shoe. Before it hit the ground beside her, he caught her up by the arms and sat her on the bench facing him.

“Straddle your legs over either side.” His hands rested gently against her thighs, urging her to do just that.

It hit her all of a sudden what she was participating in. The gall she must have to do this to herself twice.

He cupped her face, drawing her gaze back to him, and gave her a swift kiss. “You’re thinking too hard, love. Just relax and trust me.”

“I do trust you.” Just as she’d trusted him all those years ago to make sure her reputation was protected and their affair remained discreet. He’d not do her wrong now after so many years of silence.

He straddled the stone bench in front of her and positioned her so her legs were over either of his hips. She locked her ankles at the small of his back. The jut of his cock pressed into the warm vee of her body. Genny wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in tight to her breasts. She just wanted to feel him like this a little longer, put to memory an imprint of his stronger body crushed to hers in a comforting embrace.

His hands came up and cupped the back of her head. He whispered, “Genny,” then clasped his fingers tight in her hair, tilted her head back and slanted his mouth over hers.

The kiss was slow and deep. She lowered her hands to find the buttons holding his trousers in place. She wanted them off. She wanted him naked and pressed tight against her overheating flesh. She wanted their bodies to grow damp as their passion rose.

He placed his knee against the stone, with her still wrapped about his waist. She didn’t hold back her desires; it simply wasn’t possible to do so. She rubbed her most private area against the top edge of his manhood, needing to feel it so much harder against her and pounding inside her.

She wanted to feel him fully naked against her, all flesh and blood, and all heated and hard man as he laid her out on the bench. One of her legs was urged above his shoulder. He lowered his mouth and kissed softly at her stomach, her navel, and higher between her breasts.

He yanked at the material still covering her, stretching and tearing the seams at the shoulder until the garment could be pulled fully beneath her bared breasts. The cool night air kissed her in the same moment Leo licked his tongue down the center of her sternum. Both of his hands pressed and squeezed at her breasts as he kissed first one and then the other.

When he pulled away, he took her hand and pressed her fingers between her thighs and against the wetness at her core. “How much do you want me?”

“I ache so badly for you,” she whispered.

She wanted to rub at the knot of nerves throbbing and pulsating for more, but she also wanted to stretch out the pleasure they shared.

“Touch yourself, Genny. I want to see how you like to be touched.”

“I want your fingers back inside me.”

“Show me,” he demanded.

And she did. She pushed two fingers inside her sheath and couldn’t stop the moan any more than she could deny touching herself at Leo’s request.

She was forced to pull away when Leo removed her drawers and his trousers. He settled on the bench again, his cock jutting straight up in bold demand to be touched. He pressed her small foot against the rigid length, urging her to stroke it gently as he leaned over to blow a warm stream of air over her wet sheath. Opening the lips of her sex, he swirled his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves, then dipped lower and stroked between the lips of her sex. Finally, he pumped his tongue inside, mimicking the act they would soon engage in.

“Leo,” she groaned, hands holding the bench tight in her grasp above her head. When he raised his eyes to hers, tongue lightly rubbing over that most sensitive part of her, she nearly forgot what she was going to ask. “I’m yours to take. Please … I need you inside of me.”

His hands grasped her hips tight and pulled her down the length of his shaft till their bodies were pressed as close together as was possible. He held her in his immovable grip as he flicked his tongue over one of her nipples and sucked it deep into his mouth. Her hands curled around his head, holding him closer, wanting so much more as her body adjusted to his wide width.

She felt the inner wall of her sheath clenching of its own accord around his heavy, straining length.

And then he was moving in long, even strokes that had her exhaling roughly with each thrust. His hands went under her bottom, squeezing the cheeks of her buttocks as he held her lower body elevated from the chilly blanket-covered stone.

Pressing her fingers along the corded muscle in his back, she held on as the tempo of their lovemaking increased.

“I can’t express how much I’ve missed this,” he said next to her ear as he nibbled on the lobe. His tempo slowed to a steady rhythm.

She could be no less than honest with him. “I have, too.”

“Say you’ll give me more time. Say you won’t let this end with the summer break.”

“I can’t make any promises, Leo.”

His hand lowered between them, and his thumb pressed and rubbed her clitoris. She knew the moment he touched her that she’d explode around him.

“You’ve undone me,” she moaned before his mouth descended upon hers. Little stars exploded behind her eyes and lit up every nerve in her body. She was on fire, and the inferno burned through her body in a blazing fire that took some minutes to ebb to a slow simmer.

Leo thrust harder and faster into her, adding to her pleasure. Pulling out at his climax, he took himself in hand, pumping his seed into his palm. Genny sat up on the bench, legs still spread wide and kissed at his pectorals, tracing her fingers over the sinewy sweat-slicked lines of his torso.

He wrapped his arm around her back and held her close as she explored his body with hands and tongue. Scoring the tips of her nails through the coarse hair that speckled the center of his chest. She also drew circles around his small dark areolas before laying kisses upon them.