by Beck, Aubrey
He grinned. “Or you could tell me whatever it is you’d hoped to find in Garwood’s ledgers.”
“A miscalculation,” she whispered.
“A miscalculation?” he asked, not certain he heard her correctly as he caressed her soft thigh with his forefinger.
Grace closed her eyes and squeezed her legs together. “Looking for funds. Looking for a way to save Fairview.”
Fairview was in trouble? Simon hadn’t realized. Then again, he’d never given the old Lord Garwood a second thought. Perhaps the man had been the worst sort of spendthrift. “Such troubling thoughts for a lady,” he soothed. “You shouldn’t have to worry about such things.”
A mirthless laugh escaped her once more. “Someone has to.”
And she’d taken all of that responsibility on her shoulders? Garwood should be the one trying to figure something out if there was a problem. He shouldn’t leave such worries for his sister to sort out. Simon leaned closer to Grace and pressed his lips to her cheek. “Not tonight you don’t. I’m certain I can be more entertaining than dusty old ledgers.”
She loosened her grip on his hand and the muscles of her thighs slacked a bit. Taking his advantage, Simon slid his fingers further up her leg.
“You shouldn’t do that,” she said breathlessly.
“There are so many things I shouldn’t do, Grace, and yet I can’t seem to help myself.” He smiled once more. “Besides, I think you could use a little distraction, don’t you?”
She sucked in a breath as his hand slid under the leg of her drawers. “I think I’ll be ruined if you don’t stop.”
“I won’t ruin you.” Simon promised. And he wouldn’t. “There are plenty of things we can do that won’t involve your maidenhead, Grace.”
And then his fingers brushed against the springy curls that protected her cunt. She inhaled sharply as he touched his finger to her clit.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he soothed. “It’s just a finger.”
He gently circled her clit, reveling in the look of astonishment that flashed in her eyes. Then he slowly speared her, pushing his finger into the tight wetness of her cunt. And she was wet, nearly dripping with her desire. Simon groaned and his cock pulsed with need. Damn it all, he wished he hadn’t promised to leave her maidenhead intact. Seating himself fully within her would be the highlight of his evening. But he had promised, and he truly didn’t want to ruin her. He just wanted to enjoy her, to help her loosen up a bit, to awaken the sexual woman who lived just beneath Grace’s skin. All right, he really wanted to fuck her—
“My lord!” She gasped as he pressed further inside her.
Simon retrieved his slickened finger from her channel and slid his hand from under her drawers. Then he shifted up to his knees. “I think you should take those off, Grace.” So he could see her and taste her, perhaps more. Just the thought drove him wild.
But she shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, my lord.”
“Simon,” he corrected. “When you cry out in ecstasy, I’d rather hear ‘Simon’ on your lips than ‘my lord’.” He ignored the memory of hearing some chit call out Haswell’s Christian name earlier that evening. This, with Grace Garwood, was a completely different thing than whatever that had been.
“I…” She shook her head again.
“You are so gorgeous.” And she was. The prettiest girl he may have ever seen. Simon leaned forward, cupped her jaw, and captured her lips with his. Without prodding, she opened her mouth for him, just as though he’d willed her to do so. Simon sucked on her plump bottom lip. When a moan escaped her, he delved inside her mouth, touching his tongue to hers. She tasted of biscuits, sweet Madeira and of a forbidden heaven he wanted more of, that he might not ever get enough of.
Grace whimpered and she trembled slightly beneath him.
Dear God, she was so tightly wound, all it would take was one thrust of his cock inside her once and she’d explode. Of course, that was the one thing he’d promised not to do. But, perhaps…
One of his hands trailed down her neck and gently traced along the edge of her bodice.
* * *
Grace’s nipples strained against the soft silk of her chemise. Simon’s weight pushed her down lower into the quilts, but she didn’t care. Not with his tongue tangling with hers, not when his skilled fingers swept beneath her bodice.
She whimpered, her mind jumbled and foggy, wanting him to touch her breasts like he had in the ballroom. Just one more time.
His lips pressed hard, insistently against hers as his fingers caressed the flesh of one breast, before gently sweeping across her peaked nipple.
Another moan escaped her, a plea for him to do more, to touch more of her, to take more from her. Simon interpreted the sound correctly and pinched her nipple. Desire shot straight to Grace’s core with the touch.
He twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her squirm lower in the quilts. The most thrilling, decadent thing she’d ever felt. Simon broke their kiss and sat up tall beside her. “I think we’re going to need more blankets.”
Before Grace could even make sense of what he’d said, he laid her across the quilts then wadded one up and placed it beneath her head as a makeshift pillow.
“Lord…” Grace shook her head, which had somehow grown even heavier. “I mean, Simon?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re comfortable. Are you?”
Grace nodded, her eyes staying on him. How devilishly handsome he was, how gentle and kind and…
“Good.” He dropped back beside her on the quilts and spread her legs wide before filling the space with his own body.
Grace blinked at him, not certain where her voice had gone. She shouldn’t be here, her legs spread wide, her skirts up around her middle, Lord Simon Berridge hovering over her. But she was, and in that moment she couldn’t find the will to want to change anything.
With both hands, Simon tugged the sleeves on Grace’s gown, yanking the edges lower on her arms. In an instant, her arms were straight at her sides, held there by the taught unforgiving silk of her gown. He might just as well have bound her arms to her sides with cords for all the freedom she had. “I can’t move,” she said, feeling slightly panicked all of a sudden.
“You don’t need to move.” The raspy sound of his voice washed over Grace like a caress. Then with his deft fingers, he pulled her bodice lower, over her breasts until only her chemise shielded her from his view. “I’ll buy you another one,” he promised before ripping that last bit of silk that covered her.
Grace sucked in a breath as the chilled air of the cellar touched her naked flesh. Her nipples nearly ached as they strained upwards, towards him as though begging for his touch.
“Lovely,” he said, his eyes straying from her gaze to settle on the tips of her breasts. Then he leaned forward and covered one nipple with his mouth.
“Oh!” she gasped. The heat from him warmed her from the inside out. His tongue swirled over her nipple, caressing her the way his hands hand done before. He sucked on her peak, drawing it further into the warmth of his mouth.
Grace writhed beneath him, her core pulsed with need she didn’t truly understand.
Simon lifted his dark head to smile at her. “More?” he asked.
Grace nodded, silently begging him to continue his ministrations.
“Then ask nicely, Grace. Say, ‘Simon, please, suckle my tit’.”
Grace gulped. She’d never said something like that in her life.
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t truly want, Grace. So if you want my mouth on your tit, you’ll have to ask for it.”
She gulped again. She hardly recognized her own voice when she said, “Simon, please suckle my tit.”
A smile of victory crossed his face. “You wish is my command.” Then he dipped his head down and cap
tured her other aching nipple between his soft lips. Good gracious, the warmth of his mouth was like a sweet release.
He plucked her other nipple as he suckled her. She thought she might unravel when he lightly nipped her with his teeth.
“Oh!” She gasped.
She felt him chuckle as his tongue smoothed over the flesh he’d nipped. It was like heaven, a tiny bit of pain heightening every ounce of pleasure he gave her.
After another nip, Simon released her breast, then rose above her, a self-satisfied expression on his face. “Take your drawers off, Grace.”
She gaped at him. Did he really just say that? She shook her head.
He frowned slightly, as though he was wounded. “Come now, I just want to see that little pussy of yours.”
“I can’t move my arms, Simon,” she reminded him, as her head started to clear just a bit.
“Is that all?” His silver eyes twinkled anew. “Allow me, sweetheart.”
And then his hands were on her belly. He quickly untied the ribbon on her drawers and smoothly rolled to her side. His eyes focused on the juncture of her thighs as he slowly pulled her drawers downward. He tossed her slippers somewhere in the cellar, but Grace could only focus on the look of pure wonder on Simon’s face.
* * *
Simon licked his lips. Damn it all, she was simply beautiful, the soft pink lips of her slickened cunt, beckoning him forward. He’d never seen a virgin’s pussy before. He might as well be gazing up on the Holy Grail. And for now, it was his. His to touch, to taste, to take.
He moved back between her thighs and held her legs wide. Bloody hell, she was perfect. Simon slid his hands along her smooth thighs, caressing her as he inched his way towards her core.
Grace sucked in a breath and he tore his eyes away from her cunt to meet her gaze. “Beautiful.” He shook his head in amazement. “You’re simply beautiful.”
“I am?” she asked meekly.
The sound of her breathy response, the scent of her desire, nearly undid him. He leaned forward, inhaled her essence and pressed his lips to her slit.
Grace moaned and edged closer to him. Simon was so entranced by her, he couldn’t even smile. With his finger, he prodded her tight entrance, pushing in with just his tip. “Tell me to taste you, Grace.”
“T-taste?” she echoed.
All Simon could do was nod, hoping beyond hope she’d say the words.
Grace sucked in a breath and then said, “Taste me, Simon.”
The sweetest words he’d ever heard.
He held open her folds and pressed his mouth to her tender flesh. He pushed his tongue inside her and closed his eyes, letting the scent and taste of her wash over him.
“Simon!” she cried out.
But he didn’t answer. There was nothing he could say. Simon sucked at her clit then flicked his tongue across her open slit, lapping at every bit of desire that leaked from her. He grasped her hips in his hands and pulled her to him. He pressed his tongue inside her, deeper than before.
The breathy little pants coming from her, urged him forward, pushed him deeper inside her cunt.
“S-Simon!” His name sounded wrenched from her soul and then a burst of her passion hit his tongue.
He drank her in, every drop, and then slowly lowered her legs back to the quilts. Grace’s dark blue eyes were wide, focused on him. Simon pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her dew from his face.
“Oh, my,” she said softly, her eyes drifting closed.
“My thoughts exactly.” Simon dropped to her side and tugged her into his embrace. He buried his head in her dark hair and pressed a kiss to her neck. “You’re delightful, Grace.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
Simon chuckled. She’d done plenty. She’d set his blood afire. She’d entranced him. She’d made his heart swell with something. Still, when a wicked idea suddenly popped to his mind, he couldn’t help but ask, “Would you like to do more?”
“More?” she blinked up at him, a bit of panic that hadn’t been there before shone back at him. “I—I can’t, I—”
He touched a hand to her lips. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you, and I won’t ruin you.” Well, he might ruin her for any other man, but she’d still have the evidence of her innocence by the end of the night. Simon wouldn’t take that away from her.
He flashed her a smile as he freed one of her arms from the confines of her dress. He smoothed a hand down her soft skin, which only made his cock pulse madly. Had he ever touched skin so soft?
With Grace’s eyes wide, he placed her hand around his throbbing cock. “Squeeze me,” he directed softy, his voice more gravely than it had been until now.
Her hand tentatively tightened around his bulge, but her gaze remained locked with his. Dear God, he needed his release, and he needed with his arms wrapped around her and his cock buried deep within her.
“Grace,” he whispered as he tweaked at one of her exposed nipples, “I’m afraid I must have more of you.”
She gulped, but said nothing in return, which he took as a good sign.
He let his hand drift lower down her belly. He brushed his fingers over her still dripping clit and said, “If I take you here, you’ll be ruined, but…” He swept past her slick opening and stopped at her puckered hole a little further back, “here…I could enter you here and no one would ever know. You’d still be a virgin.” In the most technical sense, if not in reality.
“I don’t…” she gulped once more. “I don’t know.”
But she hadn’t said no. He couldn’t help but grin once more. “Trust me, Grace. I’d never hurt you.” But he did have to have her, he needed it as desperately as he needed his next breath of air to survive.
She took a staggering breath, but then she finally nodded and Simon didn’t think he’d ever been so elated in his life.
He pressed his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue inside the haven of her mouth. No kiss, no woman had ever been so intoxicating. She sighed against his mouth and Simon grasped her to him, anchoring her against him.
He lifted his head, looking down on Grace’s beauty, not quite believing she’d agreed to this. “Roll on your arms and knees,” he directed. “And point your bottom upward for me.”
She nodded quickly, the scrambled from his embrace to do his bidding just a few inches away. Grace looked over her shoulder at him. “Like this?”
God, just like that. Only not with that dress of hers covering her from his view. Simon unbuttoned the fastening of his trousers and freed his impatient cock. In just a few minutes—
“It won’t hurt?” she asked.
And Simon realized she was still staring at him, though now her eyes were rounded in uncertainty as they took in his hand, gripping his cock. He shook his head. “I would never hurt you, Grace.”
He released himself, then tugged the boots from his feet, tossing them towards the closest cask. He pushed up to his feet and yanked his trousers off, letting them land not far from his boots. Then Simon dropped down to his knees, right behind Grace.
He ran his hand over her shapely bottom, and smiled when she gasped slightly. There would be a lot more gasps before he was done with her. Simon tugged her dress upwards until her beautiful bare ass was right before him. He couldn’t help but groan from the sight. Before the night was through, he might very well decide never to let her go. Grace was charming and beautiful and as she might very well be the perfect lady for him.
With both hands, he grabbed her ass, massaging her lightly. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said softly.
But her knees were too close together to give Simon access to her cunt…
* * *
Grace closed her eyes, listening to Simon’s ragged breath behind her. She should be panicked, or in the very least filled with trepidation, but she wasn’t. He said to trust him, and for some reason she did. The way he’d made her feel thus far…she wasn’t certain what to expect next, but she wa
nted whatever it was. Simon was exactly the wicked man she’d first thought him to be, but…Well, she liked wicked apparently. She might even love it.
Without notice, he pulled her left leg away from her right and she dipped lower towards the quilts. “Oh!” she cried.
But her anxiety was gone a second later when his talented fingers brushed against the little nub he’d suckled so very well a few moments before. Desire coursed through her anew, pooling in her core. Then he pressed a finger inside her and Grace’s elbows buckled beneath her. A moment later, her chin rested on the quilts and her bottom was pointing northward.
Good gracious! Should she really be doing this? Before she could contemplate that question fully, Simon’s finger pushed inside her once more, until he found the same rhythm he’d used before. Pressure built within Grace. The most delicious tingles washed across her, her nipples tightened, her core pulsed, waiting to explode like a tinder waiting for a flame.
“So beautiful,” he cooed from behind her as something much larger than a finger pressed against her slick opening.
Grace’s breath caught in her throat and she could barely breathe. Whatever it was that pressed against her was the most decadent, sensual thing she’d ever felt. She’d never imaged something could feel so wonderful, stretching her wide.
* * *
With more strength than Simon knew he had, he pulled the tip of his cock from her dripping cunt. Every fiber of his being had urged him to thrust fully inside her, to claim her for all time an eternity. But he’d promised to leave her virginity in tact.
He stroked his cock, coating his shaft and tip with the dripping passion from her cunt. Then he pressed his finger inside her slickened slit once more, coating it once again with her pleasure.
Damn it all, she had a pretty ass, one he was about to fill and fuck and then fuck some more. He gently pulled her cheeks wide, revealing her little puckered hole. With his dew-drenched finger, he pressed inside her ass.
She gasped and tensed beneath him, but Simon couldn’t be deterred. Not now. He massaged her ass with one hand while his finger pressed further inside her rear crevice. Slowly, he found the rhythm she’d so enjoyed in her cunt and the walls of her anal channel relaxed.
