RendezvousWithYou (2 page)

Beneath her mask, her topaz eyes glittered like jewels. “On
the table over there, but wearing our clothes. Or at least most of them. And
then against the wall.”

Ian examined their chamber. Four large candelabras—one in
each corner—provided their light, helped by the dancing flames in the
fireplace. A very long table, more appropriate for a dinner party than a place
for a romp, stood in the center of the room. Several oversized chairs were
grouped near the fireplace. Nearby was another table with tumblers, a glass
carafe filled with a pale liquid, a bowl of fruit, an ice bucket holding a
bottle of wine, two glasses and an unopened pack of playing cards.

Allesandro had thought of everything.

And, of course, there was the bed. The four-poster waited in
another corner, coverlet and sheets already turned back as if expecting a pair
of someones to stretch out and take their ease.

Or to borrow a phrase from another guest, “Fuck themselves
silly.”

“What about the bed?” he teased, leading her to the table.
“Or should we save that for last?”

She stripped off her gloves and dropped them on the table as
her lips formed a lovely pout. “Anyone can make love in a bed. Besides, what if
they ask not just how many times we did it, but where? Do you really want to
admit to using something as mundane as the bed?”

“Good point,” Ian conceded. “Are you sure you want to start
our screwing in our clothing?”

“Yes,” she affirmed with a nod. “I want to feel wanton and
wicked.”

“What if I want to suck your breasts first?” he breathed
against her ear and was rewarded with a whimper. “How do I do that with your
clothes on?”

Her pout became a teasing smile. “The bodice unbuttons in
the front.” Tilting her head back to peer at him under half-lowered lids, she
undid the first two buttons and parted just enough of her gown to expose the
top halves of her breasts. “And right now, I want you hard and fast within me.”

“I’m already hard. See for yourself.” He took her hand and
placed it against his throbbing prick. “By heaven, it was all I could do not to
let the others see this. But you’ll have to wait for me to put my cock into
your puss because you were ten minutes late after I asked you not to be. I’m
going to taste your breasts first.” He finished undoing her buttons down to her
waist, untied the strings of her corset, pulled the fabric aside and stopped.
“Sweet Jesu,” he breathed reverently. “What is this? You’re not wearing a
shift?”

“I liked the idea of you being able to touch me as soon as
possible,” she said simply. She placed his hands on her breasts. “I didn’t want
to wait for you to taste me. To touch me. I touched my puss during the carriage
ride here, but it wasn’t the same.”

“You pleasured yourself without me there?” He narrowed his
eyes. “I just might have to spank you for that. Not letting me be there to
watch you. Did you come? Did you scream?”

“Yes.” Desire glittered in the depths of her eyes as she ran
her hands over his chest. “I pleasured myself before a mirror while dressing to
come here too,” she whispered. “All I could think of was being with you. Your
hands on me, your mouth tasting me, your long lovely cock pounding away inside
me. I couldn’t help myself, but my hand was a poor substitute for you.”

“Something you would do well to remember,” he cautioned,
untying her mask. He lifted it away and his breath caught in his throat. By all
that was holy, hers was a beauty beyond description. The scent of orange
blossoms filled his head and he bit back a laugh as he put her mask on the
table. Her wearing a bride’s scent when she had already proven herself a sexual
force of nature only made him want her more.

Now for her wig. He lifted it to reveal the honey-blonde
hair he remembered from their afternoon tryst and tossed it on the table.

“Careful,” she scolded, untying his mask and pulling it
away. “I spent a lot of money on that wig. I don’t want to have to buy another
one.”

He gently tugged a lone curl free and twined it around his
finger. “Your hair is like spun gold,” he praised. “As bright and as beautiful
as sunshine. What are you thinking?”

“I’m wondering…” Putting his mask beside hers, she gave him
a long, thoughtful look. “What you would do if I later tied you to that wooden
chair over there?”

“You’ll have to show me,” he taunted. “I rather fancy the
idea of seeing if you can do that.” He leaned forward and feathered a kiss
across her mouth. Sweetness exploded on his lips, sweetness no wine could provide.
“You are perfection, my sweet Isabell. Or perhaps I’ll call you Bella. Would
you like that?”

“Bella means beautiful.”

“And so you are.” He traced the outline of her jaw, enjoying
the softness of her skin under his finger, before slipping a hand beneath the
folds of her gown to cup her breast. “And so you are.”

“Enough talking,” she whispered. “Be quiet and taste me.
I’ve waited long enough and have no intention of losing the prize because of
idle chatter. Let’s get started.”

“Greedy little minx, aren’t you?” He rolled her hardened
nipple between his fingers.

“It’s five hundred pounds.” Her blissful smile made her even
more beautiful. “Please, please put your mouth on me.”

“As my lady wishes.” He leaned forward and fastened his
mouth around one nipple while his hand explored her other breast, palming and
stroking it, fingering the tight peak. Her gasps and sighs were like a song. He
moved his mouth to her other breast and continued his feast until her sighs
turned into a moan.

“I can’t wait,” she gasped. “I can’t wait a moment longer.”

She led him to the table and lay down. Pulling her skirts up
to her hips, she spread her legs wide for him. “Come to me, my Ian.”

“I’d never refuse a lady.” He removed his shoes and started
to undo the flap of his breeches when she sat up and slid off the table.

“Wait a minute. Let me do that.”

She made quick work of her task, tugging his breeches and
undergarment past his hips and down to his ankles. Once he had stepped out of
them and kicked them aside, she carefully wrapped her hand around his cock.

“Ahhh…” she sighed. “Would you mind if I kissed this first?”

“Is there a God in heaven?” He sat on the table and spread
his legs. “Please. Please put me in your mouth.”

“As my good sir commands.”

She knelt before him and guided his cock into her mouth.
Slowly, gently, she moved it back and forth, dragging her tongue down his
length, giving an especially gentle suck to the head. She circled the rim
playfully with her tongue, nipping as she went. He groaned, gripping her head as
she sucked him again and again. Her hands fondled his ballocks and his groans
increased.

“By all that’s holy,” he gasped. “You are a treasure beyond
price.”

She took her mouth away and slid one hand up and down his
prick. “You’re so hard,” she cooed. “So long and hard. Do you like when I do
this?” She licked the corona and nipped the head again.

“I would let you go on until you sucked me dry,” he
whispered. “But not yet. Not so early in the evening. And considering I’m about
to burst, I think we need a new arrangement.”

He lifted her to her feet and put her back on the table,
pushing her skirts up past her hips again. He crawled onto his knees to hover
above her and put his hand on her puss, slipping first one finger inside, then
another. “Gods above, you’re so wet.”

“Of course I am,” she said, her smile as dreamy as her eyes.
“How could I not be when my puss has just been waiting for you?”

“Then why are we talking about it?” He drove his prick deep
inside her and her cave’s heat spread along his length. He braced himself on
his elbows and listened to the sweet rhythm of his cock thrusting slowly in and
out of her. She fondled his ballocks again and his heart began to hammer
against his ribs.

“Don’t do that,” he commanded. “I’ll finish too quickly if
you do that.”

“You liked it this afternoon when you came in my mouth,
didn’t you?” she panted, running her fingers through his hair.

“You know I did. Your mouth is like no other. Did I taste
good to you?”

She traced the outline of his lips. “Yes. And I liked the way
you kissed me after so you could taste your own seed on my mouth.”

“Put your legs around my hips,” he ordered. “I want to feel
you pushing me deeper inside you.”

She giggled and did as he asked. “Aren’t you afraid my shoes
will leave marks on your backside?”

He gently cuffed her chin. “Ass, my lady. Call it my ass.”
He pulled back, easing his cock halfway out of her, and waited. “If you can’t
do it correctly, I’ll make you wait some more.”

“Your ass,” she whispered dutifully, gripping his backside.
“Your sweet, hard well-rounded ass. Would you please, please give me back your
cock?”

“Like this?”

Slowly, he pushed inside her and she gripped his ass with
her feet, but not so hard he couldn’t continue his steady, rhythmic stroking. A
low growl started in her throat and her heart beat beneath his at an alarming
rate. His mouth brushed hers with a whispered kiss before he claimed her tongue
with his and his hips took on speed. Bella whimpered then moaned and the first
wave of ecstasy hit him, followed by another and another. Her cry answered his
and, with one final push, he released his seed and fell against her.

For a moment only their satisfied breathing filled the room.
Then Ian rolled over and propped himself on one elbow. “I’m about to die of
thirst. Would you care for something cold to drink?”

She smiled lazily and stretched her arms over her head.
“That would be lovely. Lemonade, if there is any.”

“I would hope you know I remembered from this afternoon.” He
scooted off the table and put on his breeches while Bella sat up, tied her
corset strings and then followed him across the room to the refreshment table.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer wine?” He pointed at the
bottle.

“Drinking wine right away will only make me silly. Perhaps
after another round or two we can open it.” She buttoned her gown and smoothed
her hair until not even the slightest hint remained that she had been
well-pleasured moments ago. Only the curve of her mouth and the twinkle in her
eyes suggested their recent behavior had not been exactly proper.

“Lemonade it is, then. I believe I’ll join you.” He filled
two tumblers from the pitcher and offered her one. Raising his own, he said,
“To the rest of our evening.”

She took a long slow sip and nodded. “Perfect. Not too
sweet, not too sour.”

“I wonder,” he said, studying her over the rim of his glass,
“how you will taste with lemonade still on my tongue.”

She finished her drink and put the glass on the table.
“There’s only one way to find out. But I really must insist on you taking me
against the wall over there. Please remove your breeches again, but leave on
your coat.” Running her hands over the fabric, she whispered, “I want to feel
this against my breasts while you kiss me. “Feel it while I hold your ass and
you’re pumping away inside me.”

She put her hand against his cock and gently squeezed. It
responded with an impatient thrust against Ian’s breeches as if insisting on
being freed.

Setting his glass beside hers, he leaned down to run his
tongue around the edge of her ear. “Whatever my lady wants,” he whispered,
releasing a breath inside it, pulling her into his arms.

He applied his mouth to her ear again. She squirmed, but he
held her fast. “Do you like that?” he murmured.

“Beast! You know what that does to me.”

“Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me what it does.”

“I’ll show you.”

Pulling up her skirts, she guided his hand beneath to rest
against her mound. Moisture dampened her puss and her breathing grew rapid as
he slid two fingers inside her, brushing his thumb against her clitoris.

“You see?” She palmed his face between her hands. “You make
me so very wet.”

“I’m always glad to be of service to a lady.” Slowly, he
withdrew his hand and, fixing her with his gaze, licked his fingers, savoring
the taste of her. Desire to have her once again raced over him and he drew her
into his arms, forcing her mouth open and driving his tongue inside to meet
hers in a tangle. She grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter against her. He
had to free his straining cock before he lost his control. He broke their kiss
and stepped back.

“Come,” he gasped. “The wall awaits.”

“Not while you’re wearing these.” She knelt to remove his
stockings and toss them aside. As she ran her hands up and down his muscled
calves, the heat from her palms warmed his skin. “They’re so hard,” she said.
“What do you do that makes them so hard?”

“A gentleman should be allowed to have a secret or two,” he
teased. “Perhaps I run up and down the stairs for fun. Perhaps I chase brigands
in the park. Perhaps from gripping my horse with my legs. Who knows?”

She lifted her head and winked. “Have you ever done it on a
horse?”

“Done what on a horse?”

“Beast!” she scolded again, rising to her feet. “Don’t make
me have to spank you. Made love on a horse.”

“Since I’m a good bit taller and far heavier than you, I’d
like to see you try to spank me,” he said. “But I may have to spank you if you
don’t undress me immediately.”

“And to think I left my new riding crop at home.” She rid
him of his breeches with a speed that bordered on indecency. He released a sigh
of relief as his shaft sprang free. “By damn, that feels good,” he groaned,
clutching himself.

“I know what will make it feel even better,” she purred.
Kneeling again, she opened her mouth to take him in and moved her head back and
forth, dragging her tongue in exquisite slowness along his length before
starting her mouth’s journey again. Her left hand tickled and played with his
ballocks while her other hand rested where his prick joined his body.