Desired by a Lord (Regency Unlaced 5)

by Carole Mortimer

  I have not sucked him yet.

  “Emily?” he growled in protest as the slower pumping of her hand deprived him of that release.

  “I want to taste you.” She bent forward, her loosened hair cascading over his hard abdomen as she parted her lips wide and took the bulbous top of his cock into the heat of her mouth. That nectar immediately hit her taste buds, salty and sweet at the same time, with an underlying musk, which Emily sucked and swallowed in her enjoyment of that delicious taste.

  It was Emily’s turn to groan as Xander’s fingers and thumbs began to pull on her nipples, milking them in a rhythm that caused her juices to gush hotter between her thighs, her nubbin throbbing, pulsing. The lips to her channel relaxed, parting in welcome and a longing to be filled, even as Emily felt her own approaching release building higher and higher inside her, longing to burst free.

  The tightening of Xander’s sac in her hand and the pulsing of his cock were the only warnings she had before hot, thick fluid began to pump to the back of her throat. She could only gasp as her own hot and fierce release threatened to overwhelm her, even as she swallowed down every delicious drop of Xander’s salty-sweet essence.

  If Xander had died and gone to heaven, then he was happy to stay here for the rest of his life.

  Totally sated.

  Totally pleasured.

  By Emily.

  Chapter 10

  Slut.

  Whore.

  Satan’s spawn.

  Jezebel.

  To behave so wantonly.

  And to have lured a man such as Lord Alexander Whitney with her wicked wiles.

  Here in broad daylight too, where anyone might see them together.

  Where they were seen.

  It had not been easy to wait and watch, and then follow the two of them into the maze, the way to the center much more complicated than anticipated. But oh, to see such a debauched sight once arrived at that grassy center. To observe, from behind the lush hedge, Lord Whitney lying on a blanket, almost naked, his bared cock long and thick and completely rampant. Emily Marsden with her red hair bright as a flame down her back, her gown down about her waist, and her titties bared as Whitney cupped and squeezed them in his large hands.

  Such full and firm titties they were, and tipped with deep rose nipples, which she allowed Whitney to pull and play with as she took his cock into her greedy mouth.

  And the sounds! Such moans and groans of pleasure. Even an animalistic growl from Whitney on one occasion. All accompanied by the greedy noises of the temptress’s mouth as she sucked that huge cock in her mouth.

  Disgusting.

  Foul.

  Evil.

  Lord Whitney must be saved from the clutches of such a wanton, wicked woman.

  And she…she must be returned from whence she came, and then punished.

  Oh dear God, what are they doing now…?

  Chapter 11

  “Did you hear that?” Emily sat up in alarm.

  “Hear what?”

  “I thought I heard a noise…”

  “You are imagining things.” Xander kissed her long and deeply.

  After which Emily could not see or hear anything but him, totally compliant as Xander helped her remove her gown and camisole, completely naked now as she lay on the blanket and watched Xander taking food out of the picnic basket.

  She felt strangely…uninhibited. How could she possibly feel self-conscious now, when Xander had explored every inch of her body last night and she had returned the favor today?

  “Ah.” He sighed his satisfaction as he took a bowl of fruit from inside the large wicker basket. “The head gardener here grows all manner of fruit in his heated glasshouses, no matter what the time of year. I believe I would like to eat dessert first.” He took two juicy plump raspberries and placed them on her nipples before bending over her, licking the juice dripping down her breasts before his mouth closed over the raspberry and her nipple both. His tongue lapped up the raspberry, at the same time rasping across her turgid flesh, before suckling deeply.

  A delicious quiver of excitement coursed through Emily’s body. Then again, as Xander licked and then lapped up the second raspberry.

  Next came the placing of a deep red and plump cherry in her navel.

  Emily’s excitement grew at these intimacies, the juices flowing between her thighs.

  “Xander…?” Her eyes widened in alarm as he gently nudged her legs apart, after having inspected and then selected a deliciously ripe strawberry from the bowl.

  His wicked grin and dark, tousled hair lightened his normally austere features, making him appear years younger. “It is my fantasy to eat a strawberry from your pussy.”

  She swallowed, her cheeks hot. “It is?”

  “Very much so.” He nodded. “Open up,” he encouraged gruffly, a frown of concentration between his eyes as he carefully placed the narrower end of the strawberry in the opening of her pussy. “Perfect.” He nodded his satisfaction as he sat back on his heels to admire the display.

  Emily giggled. She actually giggled. Something she could not remember doing since… Well, since Before the scandal.

  “I said no sad memories today, Emily,” Xander soothed as he saw the shadows gathering in her eyes. He much preferred to hear her girlish giggle. “Today is only for lovemaking and fun.” And he was having fun with their lovemaking. More so than he had for many years. If ever. Having Emily’s hands and lips on him was pleasure beyond description. “Your pussy is a work of art.” His hands on her thighs held her legs apart so that he could admire the way the ruby red lips of her pussy gripped the ripe strawberry. The swollen and erect nubbin above was clearly visible amidst her auburn curls.

  Emily gave another giggle. “I do not believe it is one that could ever be displayed in a public gallery.”

  “Certainly not.” Xander sat back on his heels. “This is for my consumption only. Literally,” he murmured, savoring the moment as he lowered his head to kiss lightly along the insides of her thighs, slowly progressing toward where that ripe strawberry was nestled.

  “It feels…strange.”

  “Only strange?” Xander licked her nether lips stretched about the strawberry, savoring the taste of the fruit’s juice mixed with Emily’s own salty sweet taste, before moving higher. He licked and then suckled her erect bud, feeling it pulse against the rasp of his tongue.

  “It is also very arousing,” Emily admitted with a husky gasp.

  Xander had no idea where his inventiveness with the fruit had come from. He could never remember playing with food in this sensual manner before. But with Emily and her curiosity to savor every nuance of physical pleasure, everything and anything seemed possible.

  He lay down between her parted legs before dipping his head lower, hands cupping the cheeks of her bottom to hold her steady as he took a delicate bite from the strawberry. Delicate, to ensure the remainder stayed exactly where it was. Emily’s juices were now fully intermingled with the strawberry’s, a burst of sweet and tart flavor on his tongue.

  A totally addictive taste, he decided as he took another bite, and then another, until all the fruit was gone. But the taste lingered as Xander licked and then eased his tongue inside Emily’s pussy, entering and then retreating in a slow and sensual rhythm that had her squirming and gasping within a few short seconds. Her fingers became entangled in his hair as she arched up to meet those thrusts.

  Her fingers tightened in his hair as Xander moved one of his hands to allow a finger to tap against her second entrance. He felt the muscles there tighten and then relax again. His tapping finger ignited those sensitive nerve endings as his tongue continued to penetrate and lap up the honeyed flow of juices from her pussy.

  “Xander…!” she cried out, the walls of her pussy contracting about his probing tongue as she climaxed long and deeply.

  There were no words for Emily to describe the ecstasy she had just experienced. That prolonged orgasm. Intensified, she felt sure, by Xander’s forbid
den touches and caresses. Or the euphoria that held her so tightly in its grip. She had never imagined lovemaking could be like that. So wild, so forbidden, no caress or touch too intimate.

  She smiled and turned to lie in Xander’s arms as he moved to lie down beside her on the blanket, her head resting on his shoulder, her arm lightly across the bareness of his abdomen.

  “I will take your bottom too one day soon,” he said softly.

  “You will?”

  “Would you like me to do so?”

  “Yes. Perhaps. I… Will it hurt?”

  “Perhaps a little. At first. The pleasure that follows will be worth it.”

  “Is it not forbidden?”

  “Nothing is forbidden between lovers who consent to receive and give each other pleasure.”

  “You are sure that is pleasurable?”

  “I believe once I am fully inside you, yes.”

  “You do not know?”

  “I have never wished to take a woman there before you.”

  She would be Xander’s first? “Then, yes. I believe I should like it too.”

  His arms tightened about her. “You are a revelation, Emily.”

  “I am?”

  “The perfect sexual partner.”

  Of course.

  That was exactly what she was, a sexual partner.

  To be enjoyed.

  To be savored.

  To receive pleasure.

  To give that same joy in return.

  She had feared when Xander first suggested the two of them explore physical pleasure together that, unlike him, she would not be able to keep her emotions in check.

  She now knew that fear to be fully justified.

  She liked Xander very much, if she was not already in love with him. Could not have done these things with him at all if she did not already like him far more than she had any other man. To experience such ecstasy with him, to feel so physically close to him, made it impossible for her to remain emotionally aloof.

  She could not, dare not, fall in love with Alexander Whitney.

  To do so would only lead to heartbreak.

  He did not fit into her modest little world, any more than she fitted into his life as a leading member of Society. A Society he would rejoin in the New Year, at the start of the new Season.

  Even if she traveled to London with him, at best she could hope to become his mistress, living in a house there he provided for her. No better than a whore he visited when he wished to relieve a physical itch. Until he tired of her.

  Because Xander did not love her. Would never love her. Could never love a penniless widow with secrets in her past which could destroy him, as surely as they were threatening to destroy her.

  “What are you thinking about so quietly?”

  “I am thinking I am still naked and the air is growing chill. And that we have not eaten our picnic luncheon yet.”

  Xander had no hesitation in disbelieving Emily’s attempt at teasing. Whatever she had been thinking about had not been anything as frivolous as that, but had made her tense and sigh wistfully as he held her in his arms.

  So much of Emily was still an enigma to him. The past she refused to talk about. The marriage she also refused to talk about. He knew her age, and that her full name was Emily Anne Marsden, but only because she had revealed those things to him when she explained she had the same initials as her dead husband.

  Had he gone too far today? Introduced Emily to intimacies that shocked her? Suggested other intimacies that shocked her even more?

  She did not appear shocked at the time, or now, as she lay completely naked in his arms.

  But that did not mean she was not regretting those intimacies. He very much doubted that Marsden had kissed and touched Emily in the places Xander had. Marsden had been so much older than Emily. Xander sincerely doubted the other man would have chosen to parade his naked body about in front of his young and lissome wife.

  “Then we must rectify both those things immediately.” He released Emily before standing to collect his shirt from the ground and hand it to her. “Put this on for now, and I will finish serving the rest of our picnic.”

  Emily hesitated to put on Xander’s shirt. It seemed somehow even more intimate to wear his clothing, still warm from his body, than the things they had done together previously.

  But it did smell so good when she held it up to her face, of lemon and sandalwood and the musk she knew she would always associate with Xander in future.

  It also swamped her once she had pulled it on. The shoulder seams fell halfway down her arms, the cuffs falling completely over her hands, the shirttails reaching almost to her knees, further emphasizing the vast difference in their size and height.

  “Let me,” Xander teased as he took over turning up the vast amount of spare linen in the sleeves. “There.” He nodded once the material on both sleeves was turned back almost to her elbows. His eyes darkened. “You look very enticing in my shirt.”

  Emily was learning to decipher Xander’s moods. She knew those dark eyes and the flush to his cheeks indicated he was becoming aroused again. “And you look very enticing out of your shirt.” She still could not get over the width of his muscular shoulders and chest.

  Xander chuckled warmly. “I think I need to feed you before either of us becomes enticed again.”

  It became easier after that to fall in with the lightness of Xander’s mood. Better for both of them if she did.

  For now, Emily intended to enjoy the rest of their afternoon together. Plenty of time for regrets at a later date.

  “So, siblings?” Xander prompted once they had satisfied their need for food, the still-cool wine very welcome too.

  “No.”

  “Me either. So, we have two things in common already,” he dismissed lightly. “No parents, no siblings,” he explained at her puzzled glance.

  She smiled ruefully. “I am sure we have that in common with many other people.”

  “But we are only discussing us, so they do not count.” Xander lay on his side on the blanket, leaning on his elbow. “Do you like the ballet? The theater?”

  “Edmund did not like to go to London, and when he did, he had no time for attending such frivolities as the ballet or the theater.”

  “How about reading? What sort of books do you like to read? Fusty old tomes? Or do you prefer the more lurid fiction?”

  “I am partial to Jane Austen, although Edmund did not—”

  Xander popped a grape into her mouth to stop her from finishing that sentence. “You will not say ‘Edmund this’ or ‘Edmund that’ for the rest of the day. Nor will we discuss that gentleman’s dislikes and likes. He sounds far too opinionated to me. So, you like Miss Austen’s books.” He nodded. “Have you read Waverley by Sir Walter Scott? I find that gentleman’s writing style much to my taste.”

  “I have heard of him, but I confess I have not read any of his books,” she answered distractedly. “I do not understand why you are asking me these questions.”

  “It is called conversation, Emily,” Xander teased. “Much as I enjoy making love with you, I would also like to know more about you as a person. Your likes and dislikes.”

  Her expression instantly became guarded. “Such as?”

  “Favorite color.”

  “Blue.”

  “Favorite food?”

  “Honey.”

  “Favorite wine?”

  “I do not— Whatever it is we are drinking,” she amended at his censorious expression.

  “Favorite flower?”

  “Daffodil.”

  “The name of your lover?”

  She gasped. “I do not have a lover!”

  “But of course you do.” Xander gently took the wineglass from her hand and placed it to one side before reaching up to pull her face down to his so he could very soundly kiss her. He released her only when he was sure she was completely breathless. “His name is Alexander Frederick Ernest—yes, a horrible name, and I am not finished yet eit
her.” He grimaced. “Godfrey Whitney. Now I will answer your questions.”

  She blinked. “I did not ask any.”

  “No, but it seems only fair… So,” Xander continued briskly as she looked about to protest. “I occasionally enjoy both the ballet and the theater. Green—for your eyes. Strawberries—because in future I will always think of you whenever I see or eat one.” He kissed her lightly on the lips as she blushed becomingly. “You are right, this wine is delicious, and it tastes even more so when I drink it straight from your lips. The rose—because it’s beauty, like your own, lies at its heart. And lastly, Emily Anne Marsden.”

  Emily did not know what to make of this conversation. It seemed almost as if Xander was flirting with her while at the same time learning more about her. After five years of marriage, she doubted Edmund had known her favorite color was blue. She also did not think it a good idea for Xander to take such an interest in her likes and dislikes when she would soon be gone from Whitney Park. Perhaps very soon, if he persisted in taking such a personal interest in her.

  She was also finding his bare chest and muscular shoulders a distraction. “I believe it is time we returned to the house. I have more work to do this afternoon.” Her manner was brisk as she began to return the rest of the food to the picnic basket.

  Xander reached out and pulled her down onto his chest as he lay back on the blanket. “Your employer has given you the afternoon off.”

  She eyed him chidingly. “My employer has drunk far too much wine.”

  He shook his head. “If I am drunk, then it is from our lovemaking and not the wine.”

  “Now I am certain you are drunk!” Emily placed her hands flat against his bare chest to pull out of his arms and push up onto her feet. “I really must return to the house. The servants will gossip if we stay out here any longer,” she added as further incentive.

  Xander laughed as he moved lithely to his feet. “Is that not what we are here for, to give the servants something to gossip about?” He was waiting, anticipating the moment, when Emily realized she would have to remove his shirt in order to put her gown on and allow Xander to dress, if they were to return to the house.