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After a few minutes, he ground out, “Stop teasing me, Audrey. Touch your teats.”
She pressed her eyes closed and did as he asked, gasping with shock at the touch. A flood of heated yearning pooled at her center. With pinches and prods, she copied the pattern Lodge often followed when he was inside her until her breath came out in sharp pants and an ache built inside her secret place.
“ Harder,” he whispered.
She was powerless to deny him anything just then. Squeezing tighter, Audrey couldn’t suppress the moan that came from her lips as her head lolled back.
Lodge leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue plundering inside and warring with hers. Holding her head in place with one hand, he used the other to pry her fingers free from her breast and wrap them around his smooth heat.
She should remove her hand from him. Touching him like this had to be sinful and wrong, but it felt so very right. When he moved his hips back and forth, sliding his shaft through her grip, she couldn’t imagine ever letting him go.
All too soon, he pulled away from her, moving to his armoire. Lodge opened a drawer and pulled something out, then returned to the foot of the bed. “Come down here, sweeting. It’s time to become adventurous.”
FOUR
Audrey looked across at him with an expression so full of reserve, yet so coy at the same time, he wondered if he was pushing things too far again. Making love to her in the light of day, touching each other intimately while they could see, that might be as far as she was willing to go at this juncture.
But he had to try for more, while she was still open and willing.
In a painstakingly slow fashion, she stood and walked over to him, careful to keep an arm pressed against her waist so her gown wouldn’t fall the rest of the way to the floor. When she was standing before him, between him and the bed, Lodge tilted her chin so she looked up at him, and then drew her hand away from the garment. As her eyes widened, it pooled at her feet along with the loosened chemise, leaving her in nothing but her drawers. Blissfully, she refrained from trying to cover herself.
He worked to undo the ties of her drawers and then pulled them free, until she stood before him with nothing but a blush. Exquisite.
“ You’re certain you wish to be daring, my love?” he coaxed.
She nodded, a brisk and curt movement.
He lifted a brow.
Releasing the pent-up breath she’d been holding, Audrey murmured, “Yes. I asked you to teach me.”
Lodge chuckled. “So you did. And now I’ll ask you to trust me.” His eyes were locked on the rise and fall of her pert breasts with each short, little breath she took. He couldn’t resist moving the pad of his forefinger over the swell of her breast and feeling it quiver beneath him. “Will you do that?”
She met his gaze. “I trust you.”
With a wink for reassurance, he nodded. “Then sit here with your bum on the edge of the bed, and then lie back.”
Audrey followed his instructions, hanging her knees over the edge of the bed and keeping them locked together as though they were held that way by a vise. When she stilled, Lodge hooked his hands in the crook of her knees and tugged, until her bum was almost falling off the edge of the bed.
“ Stay very still,” he said as he lifted one petite ankle. Her wide, blue eyes followed his every movement and her lips parted just enough for her to dart her tongue out and wet them. Christ, he loved when she did that. Lodge drew her leg to the side, stretching it up and out until her ankle met the post at the foot of the bed.
The rise and fall of her breasts quickened. “What are you doing?” she asked as he straightened one of the cravats he’d pulled out of his armoire.
He grinned back down at her and winked. “Giving you a bit of adventure.”
Audrey’s jaw hung open, but she didn’t move a muscle as he secured her ankle to the post. He’d dreamed of doing such things with her countless times-Lodge’s tastes had always bordered on the more risque before their marriage, and he’d frequented the lesser known hovels in order to sate his needs-but he’d never imagined she would allow him to take such liberties. Yet here she was, pliant in his hands, letting him do as he wished.
When he finished tying the cravat, he gave her ankle a slight tug. Perfectly immobile. “Is this too tight?” he asked.
She shook her head, but remained silent.
He trailed a hand along the inside of her leg, slowly tracing the contours of each curve and inching his way closer to her masterpiece. As he brushed over her thighs, her flesh twitched beneath his touch. Lodge let his hand hover just over her sex-close enough she could feel his heat and he could feel her wetness, but not enough to give her any relief. “Touch your tits for me again.”
Audrey brought hesitant, faltering hands to her breasts and molded against them, gradually increasing in intensity as he moved his hand closer to her cunny until he was touching her with the lightest of touches.
Ever so slightly, she ground her hips down to connect more fully with his hand, and her eyes widened in shock over her own boldness. Before he lost himself to her newfound bravery, Lodge lifted her other ankle, following the same procedure as before with the opposite bedpost, until she was stretched wide before him with her honeypot open to his view.
“ Too tight?” he asked, dipping a single finger into her very tight sheath, a chuckle on his lips over his own double entendre.
“ No,” she moaned.
He’d never seen her this way before-so wanton and needy, just as he always was. Perhaps she had always wished for this sort of variety, without ever being aware of it. If this ended the way he was imagining it, Lodge would definitely be finding a way to thank Holbrook, however odd it felt to think such a thing.
After a moment, he withdrew and added a second finger, stretching her for his coming invasion. Audrey stopped playing with her breasts and propped herself up on her elbows, watching in the fading sunlight. He took up a fucking rhythm, thrusting his hand against her and inside her, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her button as she stared down at their join.
When high-pitched little squeaks came from her mouth, he nearly lost control. Lodge gripped her by both thighs, lifted her slightly off the bed, and pressed his cock inside, moving forward until he was completely buried.
As soon as he resumed his pace, driving his tool into her like a man possessed, she splintered around him with a silent scream-an orgasm far more intense than he’d ever witnessed before. Her head rolled back and hit the mattress, and her sheath shuddered in waves, and still he plunged into her time and again.
Several moments later, she roused herself and pushed up off the bed until they were chest to chest, wrapping her arms around his waist and rubbing her breasts more fully against him with each thrust. The changed angle was almost more than he could take. Audrey delved her tongue into his mouth, matching his movements even as her hands slipped lower, running sensuously over his arse. When she squeezed at the join of his arse and thighs, he lost himself, grunting loudly as he pumped his stuff into her womb.
FIVE
Audrey sank back down to the bed, more fully sated than she’d ever imagined possible, her legs still stretched obscenely wide, her husband’s shaft still deep in her body.
Who knew lovemaking could be like this?
A few minutes later, Lodge’s breathing returned to normal and he separated himself from her. Moving to the bed, he lifted her up enough to slide behind her and leaned her against his chest. “Did you enjoy your first foray into being more adventuresome?” He pressed a hot kiss against the side of her neck and smoothed his hands over her body, rubbing against her straining thighs.
Already, a hum of excitement coursed through her again. Audrey squirmed against him slightly, hoping to urge his hands to her sex. “Yes,” she moaned when he pressed his fingers inside her with one hand, just where she wanted them. His other hand moved to caress her breasts, glistening from their bed play in the rich pink and golden hues of the setting sun.
“ So,” he murmured against her ear as he flicked her button with his thumb, “do you wish me to continue my instruction? Or have you had enough for one day?”
Enough? She might never get enough again, in all her life, with the way he was so easily able to make her body sing beneath his attentions. “Continue teaching me, please.”
“ No more missish shyness, then,” he said. He pinched her nubbin gently between his fingers and she would have shot off the bed, if not for his arms holding her in place-not to mention the cravats keeping her legs bound to the bed. “I plan to keep you leg-shackled like this for quite some time-until you beg me for mercy. And then I might release you and use the ties on your arms instead.”
Leg-shackled. Audrey chuckled. She’d always thought the phrase rather unusual and obscure, but it took on a new meaning at the moment. “You promise you don’t find me squeamish? Not a prude?”
Lodge rolled his thumb over her center and she let out a ragged whimper.
“ Not a prude in the least, my love. Now I’d say you’re more of a vixen.”
They made love twice more early that evening before sending their regrets down to the other house guests, saying they wouldn’t make it down for supper. They were too busy in other pursuits, after all, to attempt to be polite company.
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