Regency Rogues Omnibus (105 page)

Nevertheless, it was the other intentions inside him that he dared not look at too closely. Like the fact that he’d never taken his cock in hand and relieved his arousal of that night or the fact of his intrigue about Affinity’s intense curiosity over him and her seemingly unconventional methods of doing . . . What?

All that he knew for certain was that he could still feel Affinity’s body pressed to his body and her finger sliding over the wet slit of his cock.

Chapter Nine

Affinity squinted at the page she was reading as she lay on top of her bed covers with her night gown pulled upward and bunched around her waist. The
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lay beside her on the bed as she read a passage in Law’s journal.

. . . Mary, with her dusty blond hair and her blush petal lips, so thin as to be emaciated, has revealed to me the greatest gift a man could possess. It is the art of cunt licking. And I must say here that I am invigorated. My dreams each night since hearing of this have been fulsome with images of women’s bared pussy’s that are wet, swollen, and rosy. Each dream-filled pussy is splayed and begging for my tongues caresses. The wonder that a man can give a woman such pleasure is emboldening.

I understood before, have witnessed it in fact, that a woman does receive pleasure from the thrust of a man’s cock, but never with this method and to these heights as I now understand. Ah, and the method. Could the method be more enticing for a man to do? Taking your woman’s sex into your mouth and tasting the heat of it. Feeling the pinpoint throbs and the deep inner flesh leaving wetness on your mouth from the musky lips or deeper.

To take a woman and hold her down so. To have her spread her thighs and raising her long soft limbs as though an altar for a man to worship upon. Then, the talent of it that Mary described. She instructed me to long slow licks of the tongue to start. She named the bud of every woman’s pleasure as the clit, clitty, or love button. How a man should stroke this furrowed button with the tip of his tongue. In doing so it fills with passion and thrusts upward to meet his tongue pleading for more attention. Then, as the woman’s excited moans quicken, the man’s tongue should follow them in speed, circling, then licking . . .

I am uncertain if I can continue here, my senses are so heightened that my fingers tremble and my cock throbs stiffly between my thighs.

(Hours later . . . I could not stop myself, nor in my damnation did I want to. I took my insolent cock to my hand as my mind filled with dreams of a woman’s pussy beneath my eager mouth. I am sated now, beyond understanding. My seed is spent. Yet, I promise myself to write again of this masturbation. I want to explore a man’s masturbation and my deep feeling toward it . . . )

“
Oh,
” Affinity moaned, clenching her eyes. Why could she not climax? What was holding her back? Then she sighed, long and drawn out, releasing the tension in her body as she tucked Law’s journal under the pillow beneath her head, then she lay staring at the canopy overhead. All she had to do was touch the throbbing place between her thighs, but something held her back. Some unseeable force made it seem less than fulfilling.

She had wanted to insert the
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partially inside herself to see how it felt. Dream more of Law, if she were honest. She needed a plan to see him again. Another scheme. He would be angry that she had his journal. Oh yes, he would be, and she needed to return it. But how could she intrigue him and try to seduce him, when she had committed this crime against him.

It was very complex. She had to come up with a brilliant scheme, first to override his anger, then to entice him. Perhaps, she could pretend to be a prostitute? He was so sympathetic toward them. If she just did not admit being a prostitute outright, but hinted at it, therefore not exactly lying to him, yet letting him assume.

Hmm,
Affinity yawned, she needed to think on this very carefully. If her campaign for Law were to work at all, she needed to find ways to spend time in his company. Perhaps, she could blackmail him with her knowledge of his Benefactor’s exploits. Surely some type of kindly blackmailing had possibilities? Affinity sighed again as her eyes closed and she let her thoughts float freely through her vivid imagination.

Click . . .

The French door was open, and the room beyond was dark, but not so dark that it only took a few moments for Law’s eyes to adjust. His cock was hard and beating a heavy timbre in his skin-tight riding breeches. The erotic quality of the moment was whirling around him, nagging him incessantly. But he needed to act decisively, even though everything about this was horribly improper, nearly criminal. However, Affinity Redgrift had set the stage, not him, so he let his anger rise to the forefront, overriding his moral unrest, and then he strode forward to the bed and his victim.

He was unclear as to exactly what his next action would be. Perhaps to pounce, certainly to cover Affinity’s mouth and capture her wrists, holding her prisoner to his voice and commands. However, he was instantly pulled up short, to a jerking halt in his stride at the end of her bed, by the sight that met him.

Lord, she was naked
. . . naked splendor with her waist, hips, curving legs, and her cunt exposed. A tufted mound, bared to his view. Lady Affinity Redgrift lay tumbled on top of her bed, not beneath the covers, with a filmy white nightgown rustled upward and lying just underneath her breasts. Her lower half was nude and beside her lay a large black artificial penis.
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, he had heard the prostitutes call them, and suddenly Law realized that his hand was stretched outward to her. His fingers reaching toward the moist pearly slit of her sex as his body was bending.

He nearly stopped himself for his folly, for the complete wrongness of what he wanted to do. That was only one split moment of sanity in the drenching lust pounding through his body. That devil-lust that said she was asking for it. She was not like other woman, but a sexual creature of need. No logic or sanity would serve him in this moment of avid need. She’d touched his seeping tumid slit. She’d dipped her finger in the seed oozing from that slit, and now he would finger her wet puffy cleft.

The pillowed tops of her cunt were outlined with soft brown-shaded ringlets. The curls were backdrops for the beckoning cleft, and his finger met the delicate hair, then the tender wet flesh beneath.
Wetness.

Oh God, it clung to his finger as he traced the hot cleft of Affinity’s cunt from deep below, up to the very top. Sweat beaded on his upper lip as the top of his gaze caught sight of the quivering satin flesh of Affinity’s belly. Instantly, his gaze raised with his finger still seated on the tender lips of Affinity’s pussy. Their gazes collided. He could not tell the color of her eyes other than the darkness and arousal clinging deeply within them.

“Law,” she beckoned softly, not fearful or alarmed, but husky sounding with desire.

Then his cock made his finger move, dipping down once more and stroking over the quivering petals of her cunt. Lord, she was the most desirable thing he’d ever envisioned and he watched her face, seeing it for the first time, as it molded in pleasure. A pleasure beyond her control, because she was a slave to it as he was. She was ready for him, laying needy and wanting. She must have fallen asleep that way, and his every finger petting of her cunt moved her body to his rhythm.

Her moans escaped, tripping from her throat in the dark shadows of the room. She was soft and helpless with need, and begging him with her gaze. Her hips undulated upward as her thighs quivered open, baring her soul to him. The carnal eroticism of the big black cock lying next to her pale woman’s body raped his senses.

“Taking your woman’s sex into your mouth and tasting the heat of it,” Affinity murmured with enticement, command, and pleading all in her sensual purring.

“Lord, you wicked vixen,” Law rasped with a husky growling in his voice. She used his own words to enslave him. But his fingers were prisoners in her cunt.

“Feeling the pinpoint throbs,” she moaned. “And the deep inner flesh leaving wetness on your mouth from the musky lips or deeper,” she moaned again, and it was to the lust throbbing in his body.

Then, Law did growl as the meaning of his words, but her voice, thrashed his senses and he came up onto the bed, gripping her thighs now and tugging them apart. He split her femininity open to his gaze. “I should thrash you,” he uttered harshly. “I should turn your ass up and whip it. Not-!”

“I am defenseless
beneath
you,” Affinity cried passionately. “I beg you. I will give you anything. I beg you!” she mewled with her body shaking in need.

The scent of her lust clung to his nostrils and wormed through his veins. The sight of her cunt forced open to his gaze, began leaking seed out of the slit of his cock in throbs, straining his breeches. Her clit jutted upward, swollen and rosy, and the words, “love button,” fevered his senses. His hands had wills of their own as they tugged her toward him bouncing her buttocks and breasts, while his head lowered. He was insane in that moment for even considering doing what he would do, what he had to do, and what the woman beneath him was begging him to do.

Affinity cried out, clutching Law’s thick hair sluicing between her fingers as the heat of his mouth branded her. His lips followed his hot breath, kissing her tender flesh as nothing had ever caressed her before.

She could believe nothing else.
She could be nothing else, as her desire soared beyond any of her imaginings, and Law’s voice growled with a sound of triumph and pleasure against her pussy lips. Her hips bowed upward as she gasped, and then he rucked her legs up over his shoulders. His hands grasped the cheeks of her buttocks, groping each, as his tongue lapped deeply, between her smoldering pussy lips.

She panted, nearly screaming as she stuffed her fist into her mouth, and then Law lapped her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. Her entire body jolted in bliss and Law growled again answering her reaction. He drank on her clitoris as if he was parched and her hips began to rock in a frantic rhythm. It was as though he wanted to smear her essence on his mouth, and the tip of his tongue tortured pleasure again and again over her clit.

He would never get enough of this. Never! It was the life blood of any male, licking his woman’s sex, readying her, taking her beneath him, smelling and tasting her desire for him. Law had to hold Affinity down to his licking, because her hips were so wildly wanting to move. But she was his in this moment. Completely his . . . and he’d never felt such power. Then, he took her fully with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside her vagina, while his upper lip covered her clit. Her curving and plush body arced upward beneath him, sliding his tongue deeper into her hot sheath, a sheath that leaked musky juices on his face and clutched in quivers around his tongue.

Lord.
Nothing had ever ravaged him this deeply before. This was perfection! This was ecstasy. This was blinding uncontrollable need. And he did it again. He lapped his tongue from her sheath, and then plunged it inward once more. Affinity jolted beneath him with an elongated moan that he knew was a scream muffled beneath her fist.

It was then that he felt on his tongue and mouth, what his cock had only felt before. A woman’s climax. Affinity’s thighs clamped against his face as her pussy throbbed ecstatically over his tongue. He could feel the bliss-filled torture of it and it ran through his body like wild fire. It hit his cock like a ram and suddenly out of nowhere he ejaculated. The rapture of it slammed into him, bowing his body as he voraciously drank Affinity’s climax into his mouth and against his tongue. His cock bucked in his tight breeches and threw seed again, tearing a groan from his throat.

Still, he held Affinity’s cunt to his mouth with his body rigid, least he fall over, and he felt the last throes of her climax thrash against his mouth. He could barely breathe or think for several moments, but his first coherent thought was that he wanted to do it again.

How could a man ever be the same after something like this and for the first true time in his life he understood the lure of prostitutes. Something as powerful as he’d just experienced could obsess anyone into a lifetime pursuit. And he did not think that proper English ladies, the married wives of noblemen, would ever consider anything so earthy in their beds. He now knew some of the reasons his fellow noblemen sought mistresses so heartily.

But Affinity had. Affinity, who had to be a virgin, she, a young Miss in her first London season, husband hunting. He knew that because he’d inquired about her, and all single young women within her age group were. But now, he was not thinking as much with his cock as he had all week, and his anger had never been abated, only side tracked. Law looked at Affinity’s naked body with her legs thrown up over his shoulders and his mouth still seated to her pussy. Now was not the time for regrets or recrimination, because he had a vexing and completely unnatural woman, at her most vulnerable.

His tongue rasped leaving her sheath, then bringing her juices onto the roof of his mouth. He was marked with her scent and taste, and he was also vulnerable, however, he was stronger than she. She was soft and pliable, nearly fainted in the aftermath of pleasure, as he lowered her buttocks to the bed. Her legs fell down to the crook of his arms and the position brought them full-circle. He clothed, shielded now and stronger, while she lay naked and open before him. The trust in that tried to cool his anger and determination, yet he thrust that aside. Questions had to be answered and motives needed to be revealed.