Elaine lifted her hand and used it along with her mouth and teeth and tongue in a wicked dance of delight. Where on earth had his wife learned such things? Was this what Lipscombe and Flynn’s wives had run her off to do?
His ballocks tightened beneath her eager, wanton efforts. “I won’t last much longer,” he ground out.
After a few more bobs, she pulled her mouth off his prick with a pop and mounted him again, as though she’d ride him astride like a horse. She kissed him, then, her tongue delving deep into his mouth and spreading this new taste—salty and musky, and bursting with the essence of sex.
Elaine gripped the back of his head with both hands, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. The hardened peaks of her nipples pressed against his chest and rubbed over him and her sex rested just over his cock. She ground herself into him, letting out a deep moan, more sensuous than he’d ever heard from her.
Then she pulled away from him slightly, taking his erection into her hands and guiding it inside her silken body.
She sank down on him, driving his member inside her, with her head tossed back in ecstasy. Owen watched her breasts as they bounced before him, jiggling and undulating with each of her movements as she rose and fell over him, the strands of her pearls swaying over the mounds and catching on the tight nubs. He was a man entranced.
Before he could stop himself, Owen leaned forward in his chair and took one of her breasts into his mouth, drawing her peak into his mouth and suckling as she’d done to him earlier. Elaine whimpered and pressed his head against her, arching her back as she continued her ride over him.
He grazed the nub with his teeth and her sex tightened around him as though her teat was directly connected to her most private area. What a fascinating discovery. Owen moved his attentions to the other breast, drawing her pearls there as he went. He used his tongue and lips to press a few pearls tight around her nipple and she shuddered violently over him.
Letting out a primal growl, he released his arms from their imaginary shackles. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With both hands, he gripped her bum and drove her faster, bouncing her small body above him like a man possessed.
Elaine braced on hand on his shoulder and moved the other between their bodies to slide against her nubbin. Her strokes were tentative at first—so very different from the rest of her behavior that night—and then grew bolder and more frantic.
Unable to resist any longer, Owen brought his hands up to mold over her breasts. Her nipples branded his palms.
A series of short, high pitched half-screams came from her, and then she collapsed against him, the walls of her sex surging around his cock. After a few more thrusts, he spilled inside her with a shout.
A cascade of pearls clattered against the floor, rolling about until they finally came to a stop. Owen looked down. A few of them remained in his hand, along with the remnant of the string.
“I’m sorry,” Owen rushed out. “I’ll buy you new pearls as soon as we return home.” His eyes were panicked as he stared down at the remnants of her necklace in his hand. His length was still deep inside her, hard and pulsing.
She cradled his face in her hands. “I don’t care about the pearls, Owen.” Planting a kiss on his nose, Elaine stood and moved to the bed. “I just wanted to try something a little different. The pearls seem a small price to pay for…” She shrugged when she couldn’t put it into words, then flopped back on the counterpane.
He followed her, lying down on the bed beside her and smoothing a hand over the flat of her stomach. “For something more exciting than we’ve ever shared before?” he prodded.
“Oh, please don’t misunderstand,” Elaine pleaded, a blush heating her cheeks despite the fact that she was already hot enough to warm the whole abbey in the dead of winter. “I love the way you make love to me, but—”
“But variety never killed anyone, right?”
She laughed, a deep, throaty, unfamiliar laugh. “I suppose not, when you put it that way.”
Owen trailed a spiral with his fingertips over the flat of her stomach, and it twitched in response. “It didn’t kill me—even though I felt like that was exactly what you were doing to me. You’re quite the enchanting seductress, my love.”
“You’re not cross with me for taking command like I did?” she murmured, her breath faltering under his explorative fingers as they moved lower, nearing the join of her thighs.
“Cross with you?” He flicked a tongue over her nipple and then blew cold air over it as his fingers quested ever lower.
Elaine gasped.
“I might be a little cross that you saw fit to discuss our private affairs with your friends.”
Blast, she should never have done that. She should have told Judith and Vivi to go jump in a lake, but that was between herself and her husband. Elaine opened her mouth to apologize, but he beat her.
“But I can’t stay cross with you for long, since that discussion led to this. Tell me, did they suggest you take me into your mouth, or was that your own brilliant idea?” Owen’s fingers finally met her curls, delving between her folds and searching for her button.
“Oh,” Elaine cried out, her hips lifting to meet him as he touched that wicked spot. She’d have to remember to thank Vivi for mentioning such a thing to her, however fiercely she blushed while doing so. “They suggested it,” she admitted when he met her gaze.
“I see. And did they mention anything about ways I might return the favor?” Already, he was moving down her body, without waiting for her response.
“Yes,” she whispered, but it was all she got out before his mouth was on her, using his lips on her button. He grazed his teeth over it and swirled his tongue over her place of desire until she was writhing beneath him and grasping wildly at the counterpane for purchase.
Over and over again, he stabbed with his tongue and nibbled with his teeth until a crest of euphoria broke over her and she collapsed against the bed. “What a pleasant little pearl this is,” he said a few moments later. “So perfect. Did you know it would do such things for you?”
Elaine shook her head. “Not until today. Not until Judith suggested I might try touching it while we make love.”
“We’ll definitely have to give your friends our thanks, then.”
Then Owen rose over her and lifted her legs until her ankles were up by his ears. Her eyes went wide in wonderment as he sank his shaft inside, deeper than she’d ever known was possible. He held her hips and supported her weight as he took up a new rhythm for their lovemaking, slower and more tenderly than he’d ever done before.
“Did they have any other suggestions for you?” he asked.
But his thumb had found her nubbin and was pressing on it again, and Elaine could do nothing more than nod her head.
“Well, I suppose we’ll have to explore these recommendations in depth, won’t we?”
And they spent the majority of the night doing just that.
About the Author
Catherine Gayle has been an avid reader of romance novels (and almost anything else she can legally get her hands on) for as long as she can remember. Her mother might say it started in the womb. When she is not writing or reading, she can often be found buried beneath her sleeping cat or chasing the Nephew Monster.
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A Summons From the Castle
Regency Christmas Summons Collection 3
© 2011 Catherine Gayle, Suzie Grant, Christi Caldwell
In CATHERINE GAYLE’s An Unintended Journey, Abby Goddard’s life is going along just swimmingly, apart from the disappearance of her life’s love—Wesley Cavendish, a man well above her station. Just before Christmas, Grandmama dies after revealing the identity of Abby’s grandfather. The Duke of Danby, no less. Now the entire family will travel to Yorkshire to confront Danby, hoping to gain a dowry for Abby. But then Wesley reemerges, sparking a hope Abby
thought long destroyed. * Shall the prodigal son’s sole inheritance be an unsightly gash? Wesley Cavendish aspires to the political realm, despite his father’s near-murderous opposition…not to mention his opposition to Abby Goddard. But since Father died, will the new Earl of Fordingham rescind Father’s disgraceful allegations? Fordingham thwarts Wesley at every turn, threatening marriage to a prominent Tory family—which precludes Abby—to put an end to Wesley’s Whig involvement…unless Wesley can find a loophole.
In SUZIE GRANT’s Caribbean Jewel, blackmailed by a British Naval Commander, Captain Randall Whitton, a smuggler with a penchant for gold is rescued by Jewel Derington, a feisty plantation owner and the very woman who betrayed him in the jungles of Barbados. Escaping danger has never been so thrilling. Together they are drawn into a political game of winner takes all from which only his grandfather, the Duke of Danby, can rescue them.
* Fascinated by the glitter of his Caribbean Jewel, Randall's lust for gold soon fades. His quest to tame this fiery treasure catapults them both into an adventure where the stakes are higher and the prize greater than either of them have ever dared dream.
In CHRISTI CALDWELL’s A Scandal for Christmas, for Lady Alexandra being the source of a cold, calculated wager is bad enough....but when it is waged by Nathaniel Michael Winters, 5th Earl of Pembroke, the man she's in love with, it results in a broken heart, the scandal of the season, and a summons from her grandfather--the Duke of Danby. To escape Society's gossip, she hurries to her meeting with the duke , determined to put memories of the earl far behind. Except the duke has other plans for Alexandra....plans which include the 5th Earl of Pembroke!
The Betting Season
An anthology of Regency novellas
In BY ANY OTHER NAME by Ava Stone: Lord Cleasby bets Mr. Potsdon five hundred pounds that Lord St. Austell will bed Lady Philippa Casemore before the end of the season. ~April 19, 1813
Lady Philippa Casemore caused quite a scene at her very first ball of her very first season. She even landed herself, somehow, on the pages of the infamous betting book at White’s gentlemen’s club. Unfortunately, she doesn’t remember one moment of the night in question. Not the music. Not the notorious rake she’d dragged into the middle of the dance floor. Not the flask of opium-laced brandy she’d downed without realizing its contents…
Jason York, the wicked Earl of St. Austell, can’t quite forget the lady who stole his breath away the previous night. Of course, his broken nose, courtesy of the girl’s brother, did have a way of making an impression. When he stumbles into Lady Philippa the next day, his ego is more than bruised when she doesn’t seem to recall him at all, and a scheme to make certain she never forgets him again quickly forms in his mind.
In FLIGHT OF FANCY by Catherine Gayle: Lord Falkland bets Lord Jefferson Blount two hundred fifty pounds that Lord Haworth will ensure the ruination of Lady Georgianna Bexley-Smythe by 15 May unless the Marquess of Stalbridge returns to Town and settles his debts before that date. ~19 April, 1813
Cedric Loring, the Earl of Montague, has been an honorary member of the Bexley-Smythe family for years. He’s always had a special, if sometimes strained, bond with Georgie. But when her name ends up in the betting book at White’s before she’s even made her debut, he knows no one can protect her quite like he can. If only she’d stop chasing after the very gentleman who could single-handedly see to her ruin.
Lady Georgianna Bexley-Smythe has the uncanny ability to remember nearly everything she’s ever read, and thus knows everything about almost everything. But as knowledge and experience are not interchangeable, she intends to make her first Season one of adventure. What could be more adventurous than seeing London from Lord Haworth’s gas balloon? Now she must avoid Monty long enough to make Haworth’s acquaintance and beg an airborne adventure.
In LANDING A LAIRD by Jane Charles: Mr. Fiske bets Lord Alston three hundred pounds that Lord Lydell will allow encourage be compromised by Lady Moira Kirkwood and hauled be off to Scotland before the end of the season. ~ April 19, 1813
Heiress Lady Moira Kirkwood will do anything it takes to marry a laird to take her north - far, far away from London and her domineering mother. Unfortunately, a pair of gentlemen overhear her jest about Scotland and compromising a fellow if she has to. Before the sun has risen the next day, Moira’s name and a scandalous wager have found themselves inside the infamous betting book at White’s.
One penniless gentleman after another begs Gideon Baxter, Viscount Ainsely, for his assistance in wooing Lady Moira. Unfortunately, Gideon would like to woo the charming lady himself. If only she cared more for him than for the location of his estate, he’d could be assured of where her true feelings lie.
In THE MARRIAGE TRAP by Jerrica Knight-Catania: Rowan Findley bets Lord Swaffham 200 guineas that he cannot bed Miss Patience Findley without finding himself leg-shackled to her within the month…
When Miss Patience Findley discovers, at her first ball of her first Season, just how much her father’s scandal has affected her chances of marriage, she resigns herself to being alone and dying a spinster. That is, until she hears that her friends’ names have landed in the betting book at White’s. In a moment of desperation, she asks her reprobate cousin to place a bet on her behalf, in the hopes of trapping an unsuspecting gentleman into marriage.
Tristan Wallford, Lord Swaffham, loves a good challenge. So when his friend, Rowan Findley, claims that his cousin Patience cannot be cured of her melancholy state, Tristan lays a bet that he will be the one to cure her. He could certainly use the money, after all. But as the game begins, Tristan begins to realize that not only does Miss Findley not need curing, but she might be worth trapping for himself.
Pariah
An Old Maids’ Club novel
After selling his major’s commission in the Dragoons, Lord Roman Sullivan wants nothing more than a calm, sedate life in the country where he’s agreed to act as steward over his father’s estate. Society is no place for a man who can’t sleep without fear of attacking an innocent in the night, after all. But upon his arrival, madness lands in his path in the form of a secret-keeping pixie of a lady, a precocious boy, a lady in the throes of dementia, and a band of rabidly loyal servants, who combine to capture both his attention and what’s left of his heart in one fell swoop.
Bethanne Shelton keeps a great many secrets, most of which are not hers to reveal. Keeping them close to her chest is the one sure way to make certain her life remains as normal as possible. Even her family can’t discover the truth, lest Finn be taken away from her. In order to protect him, she ignores the whispers of pariah and worse. But her Aunt Rosaline’s health is rapidly declining, and Roman is the only one able to calm her. He’s getting too close, and if he unveils Bethanne’s mysteries, she’ll lose her family. One thing is certain: no matter what happens, she is bound to lose her heart.
Look for Pariah in Spring, 2012.
Shelved
An Old Maids’ Club novel
Miss Josephine Faulkner refuses to come in second to anyone—not even to a husband. Oh, sure, Duncan Ramsey, the Earl of Leith, has been owner of her heart since she was a girl, chasing after him and her older brother when they tried to leave her behind. And while it is true she once gave herself to Duncan completely, when she was only offered marriage in return (and therefore, second class status within the relationship), she told him in no uncertain terms where he could put his blasted chivalry. Now he needs an heir to prevent his ne’er-do-well cousin from one day inheriting his father’s marquessate, but having sulked over the mistakes he’s made with Jo for over a decade, he can’t imagine anyone else being suited for the job. Somehow he must convince her that a life at his side will be more worthwhile than a life of stubborn independence.
Look for Shelved in late 2012.
Other titles available from
Catherine Gayle
LORD ROTHEBY’S INFLUENCE SERIES
Twice a Rake
Saving Grace
; Merely a Miss
The Old maids’ club trilogy
Wallflower
Pariah
Wanton wives: an anthology of erotic regency short stories
Of Love and Lust
One Lonely Night
Leg-Shackled
Uninhibited
A Perfect Pearl (Regency Erotica) Page 2
