RendezvousWithYou (3 page)

Ian released a sigh of appreciation as he wove his fingers
through her hair. “Sweet heaven,” he moaned, “are you trying to kill me?”

Bella gazed up at him. “I just had to taste you again,” she
said simply. “There is no other taste in the world like your cock.”

“Enough,” he ordered. “Enough tasting. I thought I would
explode in your mouth and then we would have to start all over.”

She stood and wrapped her arms around him. “And what would
be wrong with that?”

“Because I have to have you—
now
.”He scooped
her up, carried her back to the table and laid her down. He unbuttoned her
dress to her waist and untied her corset, leaving her breasts free, full and
heavy, her nipples already puckered as if awaiting his kiss.

“You’re not the only who wants to taste something.” He
lowered his mouth to one of the rosy buds.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “You have such a talented mouth.”

He switched from one breast to the other. “Years of
practice, my lady.”

“Practice makes perfect,” she agreed as he swirled his
tongue around her nipple before sucking it. She moaned and held his head in place
while he continued his feast. When he had her panting beneath him, he lifted
his head. “Shall we proceed to the wall now?”

Not waiting for her answer, he stood and pulled her to the
end of the table to tug her skirts up past her waist and spread her legs wide.
She balanced on her elbows as he gazed at her mound.

“There is nothing quite like a woman’s puss,” he said. “And
to think some men refuse to kiss it.”

“Thank God you are not such a man,” Bella declared. “And my
puss wants you inside, now.”

“Then it shall be so.” He thrust himself into her. Her legs
wrapped around his hips and he lifted her, carrying her to the wall. Bracing
her against it, he slid in and out of her, his hands cupping her bottom while
hers did the same, helping him plunge into her depths. Her cave’s heat spread
along the length of his cock, matching that of her skin. Her grip on him was
secure, her inner muscles tight and taut. Recalling her earlier request, he
moved so the velvet of his coat rubbed her breasts. “Do you like the way that
feels?”

“Mmm.” She nodded. “Rough and yet soft. Just like you, my
sweet Ian.”

“There’s nothing rough about you, Bella.” He pulled his cock
halfway out of her, paused, and then plunged into her sweetness again. “Do you
like that? Like it when I tease you?”

“You don’t have to make me beg,” she whispered. “You know
how much I want you.”

“As I want you, sweet Bella.”

Her fingers laced around his neck and contentment shone in
her eyes. “I like that sound,” she whispered.

“Which?” Ian continued his thrusts.

“The sound of your cock sliding in out of my puss while
we’re standing. It sounds so deliciously wicked.”

Her praise hardened him further still. “I may have to spank
you yet for nearly sucking me dry before we got to this part.”

“You would have liked that,” she insisted. “You would have
liked to spill your seed in my mouth and have me drink you until you were empty
like I did this afternoon.”

“Every man dreams of having a woman suck him like that.”

She snuggled against him. “I look forward to doing it
again.”

He kissed her ear again and she squirmed. “Oh heavens,” she
gasped. “Please don’t do
that
.”

“I have you right where I want you,” he said as his prick’s
rhythm picked up speed. “You couldn’t get away from me even if you tried.”

She wiggled her hips and her arms tightened about him. “I
think you’re enjoying this far too much,” she accused. “But I shall have my
revenge. Just you wait.”

“Then what about this?”

He ran the tip of his tongue over the surface of her lips as
if savoring the finest of wines. He nipped her bottom lip, then the top one,
keeping his kiss as gentle as a lover’s sigh.

“Is that better?” He pulled out his cock and she moaned in
protest. “Or perhaps you prefer this?” He entered her once more, plunging into
her heat, desire setting his skin ablaze.

She moaned again and her hands gripped his ass even tighter.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Oh, my. Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

Her back arched and she screamed in satisfied release as he
plummeted over the edge into completion. With an answering groan, he poured his
seed into her, his heart pounding against hers. For a moment the only sound was
their labored breathing.

“Oh my Lord,” Bella said at last. “That was incredible.
Could you help me down please?”

“It would be ungentlemanly to refuse so sweet a request,” he
agreed. With his cock still buried in her folds, he carried her back to the
table and withdrew. Her legs slid away from his hips and he left her to shake
out her skirts. Before putting on his breeches, Ian cleaned himself with a soft
cloth and water from a pitcher on the nightstand.

Returning to where Bella sat on the table, he brushed a
wayward curl back from her forehead. “Your hair is a bit mussed,” he teased.
“We should have left on your wig. I should have liked to watch you come while
wearing your wig.”

Her soft, merry laugh only added to his satisfaction.
“What’s the use of a good fuck if you’re going to look as if you haven’t had
one? Let’s give the other guests something to talk about. After all, per our
host’s suggestions, no clothing has been torn.”

“Ah, but that in itself is so arousing.” Ian combed his hair
with his fingers. “I wonder what your friends would have thought had they known
we were screwing away in the carriage just before you joined them for afternoon
tea. You looking so proper in that pale-pink gown. Like a piece of
confectionary just made to be gobbled up.”

“Which you did, as I recall.” She buttoned her bodice. “Good
thing your carriage is so big. We certainly needed the room for what you had in
mind.”

“I’m a big man.”

Her lips curved into a knowing grin and she placed her hand
on his groin. “Oh you are indeed, sir. Very, very big. Perhaps I can help to
make it bigger in moment or two?”

“I’m flattered you think I can begin again so quickly, but I
think sustenance is in order before we have another go. I took the liberty of
ordering a light meal.”

He walked to the doors in the wall that hid the dumbwaiter.
After ringing the bell inside the shaft, he lowered the shelves.

“I do hope you’ve chosen something delicious for us,” Bella
said. “Being so frisky makes me tremendously hungry.”

“And we need to keep up our strength if we’re going to keep
going at it,” he agreed. “Too bad it’s the wrong time of year for oysters.”

The creaking of wheels and levers announced the arrival of
their repast. Cold chicken with warm bread and butter, along with grapes and
chilled white wine made their dinner. Strawberries dipped in chocolate served
as dessert.

“Mmm,” Bella sighed as she finished off a strawberry. “I wish
they had sent up a dish of chocolate sauce. I’d rather fancy drizzling it over
your body and licking it off.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” Ian said. “But right
now, there’s something I want to have for desert which isn’t on the menu.”

A naughty sparkle entered his eyes and anticipation
shimmered over Bella’s skin. “Really? And what might that be?”

“Your puss, my sweet Bella.” A low feral growl entered Ian’s
voice. “Your mouth has pleasured me twice so far so it only seems fair I return
the favor. I want to eat your puss like those strawberries. I want you to
scream as my tongue slides inside you and dances over your clitoris, while your
juices mingle with the wine and chocolate lingering in my mouth.”

“Oh my.” Heat rippled across her face. “Where would you like
to do that?”

“Let’s see.” Ian stroked his chin. “Perhaps the bed.”

“The bed?” She affected a disappointed pout. “After our
other two rounds, doesn’t that seem rather tame?”

“Oh no, my sweet Bella. First I’m going to strip you naked
except for your stockings. I refuse to eat you with my head under your skirts
like you were a backstreet doxy. I want you sitting against those pillows, your
knees up and spread so I can watch your face when you beg me to stop before you
die from pleasure.”

Bella curled her hand around his. “Trust me, my good sir.
That will not happen. That is, unless you aren’t up for the task.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you suggesting I can’t keep my
prick up long enough to tup you after I eat you?”

She fluttered her eyelashes like a debutante. “Do I need to
be worried?”

“I believe I’ve just been challenged. Shall we see about
that?”

“Yes.” Trembling, Bella led him to the bed. Lord, but he was
handsome by candlelight. He had been so this afternoon as well, with sunlight
gleaming through the windows of their rented hotel room onto his magnificent
body. Her hands itched to stroke his sculpted shoulders, the flat plane of his
belly and the smooth texture of his skin.

Tilting her head back to look at him, she asked, “May I ask
you a favor?”

His response was a slow, lingering kiss. “How can I refuse
such a sweetly made request? What is your desire?”

“I want you to take off your clothes as well while you eat
me. I want to see your naked body below mine. I want to be able to touch your
shoulders and smell your skin.” She stroked his cheek. “I love seeing you
naked. We’ve done it enough tonight in our clothes. Let’s continue skin to
skin.”

“Only if you’ll promise to wear my shirt at some point.”

“Done.” She arched herself against him. “You may undress me
now, please.”

“As you wish.” With maddening slowness, he unbuttoned her
dress. After removing it, he took off her corset, her half petticoats and shoes
as well until she stood before him in nothing but her stockings.

“I think I’ll leave those,” he murmured. “What do stockings
cost these days? Five shillings a pair?”

“Try ten.”

“Then I shall have to be careful I don’t damage them. We’ll
need them later.”

His predatory glance nearly took her to her knees. “Are you
really going to tie me up?”

“If that's what you want. But you can tie me up first if you
like.”

A shudder of delight ran through her at the image of him
secured to the bed posts with her stockings as she removed his clothing.

When he stood naked before her, she allowed herself the delicious
sensation of running her hands over his hard smooth torso and shoulders before
moving to his belly. Below it, his rigid cock quivered as if begging for her
touch. Gently, she stroked its head, running her forefinger around the corona’s
edge.

“You’re a beautiful man, Ian,” she said. “So perfectly
formed.”

“And one who is waiting to taste you, my Bella.” Scooping
her up, he carried her to the bed, put her against the pillows and spread her
legs. He stretched out between her knees, propped on his elbows, then lowered
his head and inhaled her puss’ scent.

“Mmm,” he sighed. “You smell good.”

“And how do I taste?”

He put his tongue on her mound and slowly licked from the
bottom to the top. “Mmm,” he said again. “Your juices are tart but sweet as
well. I love the way they fill my mouth. It’s an incredible taste.”

He moved his tongue once more, this time stopping to gently
nibble her clitoris. Pleasure hit her hard and fast and her puss ached with
longing. Bella could not control her shriek of delight.

“Oh, Ian,” she moaned. Ian!”

He gave her a devilish grin. “Perhaps my lady would prefer
something like this?” With one finger, he rubbed her clitoris, sliding another
deep inside her, moving it back and forth. Moisture coated her thighs and her
hands twisted the sheets into knots as she tried to control her rapid
breathing.

“Your mouth,” she gasped. “Please finish me with your
mouth.”

“Oh, that’s not how I intend to finish this particular
romp.”

He returned his mouth to her clitoris. A scream rose in her
throat as her completion approached and he suddenly tugged her beneath him to
plunge his cock inside her. Her bottom nearly came off the bed as he furiously
pumped in and out of her. Her legs hugged him and she gently pulled his head
forward, seeking his kiss.

“You are a fiend,” she murmured. “Nearly finishing me off
with your mouth only to take me with your prick. I really shall have to find
some way to punish you.”

“One should always try for the element of surprise,” he
whispered, staring into her face while the pace of his strokes increased. “By
all the gods of divinity, you feel so good, Bella. Hot and tight and wet. How
can you still be so wet?”

“You,” she told him and the furious pounding of her heart
made it nearly burst inside her chest. “You make me wet. Just thinking about
you inside me makes me wet and…oh, Ian!”

Wave after wave of shuddering pleasure rocked through her
and she did not bother to hide her scream. Who cared if the others heard them?
Ian’s moan answered hers and the world shattered in ecstasy about her. They lay
with their sweaty limbs entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal
while his heart beat against hers in a furious matching tempo.

At last, Ian exhaled. “By damn, that was good. Really good,
my Bella. But I think I’m going to need something more to drink before we start
again.”

She giggled. “You are certainly a most vigorous lover, sweet
Ian. I think your earlier boast of me getting my money’s worth has proven more
than true.”

“’T'was no boast, my lady, but a promise I had every intention
of fulfilling.”

“Shall we put on our clothes?” she asked as he eased himself
out of her. “Or would that be a waste of time since we’re just going to take
them off again?”

He gave her a rogue’s sly grin. “Of course. Undressing each
other is one of the best parts of making love.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“But I did so love you wearing your stockings while we…”

“Fucked?” Bella prompted.

“Such a coarse word for a lady of your standing, my dear.”

“But even ladies fuck, do they not?”

His grin broadened, lighting up his face. “They do indeed.
As do gentlemen. Would you like more lemonade or some wine?”

Bella considered. “Let’s have the wine. I need something to
fortify me for the next round.”

“As my sweet Bella wishes.” He started for the table, but stopped
when she gave a loud, appreciative whistle.

“Lud, help us!” she declared. “That’s the finest piece of
ass I ever did see!”

In answer, he bent his knees ever so slightly and shook his
ass. “I’m glad you likes what you sees, my lady.”

Laughing, she joined him and put her arms around his neck.
“We are having a good time, aren’t we?”

“What’s the point of doing it if you don’t have a good
time?”

“You mean fucking?”

“Fucking, screwing, tupping, humping.” He affected a sniff
that would have made a dandy proud. “I, however, dislike the use of such a
vulgar word as
fuck
to describe the second best thing the Almighty ever
created.”

Bella drew her eyebrows together in thought. “What is the
first?”