But this time he'd freed up one of his hands, and it seemed to be everywhere-teasing, tempting, tickling. He continued this torture until she thought she might scream, then he moved to the other breast and repeated it all over again.

Penelope opened her mouth to ask him something-she had no idea what-but before she could utter a word, he murmured, 'First things first,' and lowered his mouth to her breast, teasing her first with a soft rush of air, then closing his lips around her, chuckling softly as she yelped in surprise and bucked off the bed. 'Later,' he said, and then repeated it in a rather resolute tone. He seemed to consider that for a moment, then shook his head. 'And I want to do it in front of a mirror.'wNow?' she squeaked. And then I want to crawl behind you and cup you.' His lips found her ear and his voice dropped to a whisper.

wI want to see you sitting up,' he groaned, 'so I can see them full and lovely and large. He moaned raggedly, then sucked in his breath as he adjusted his fingers so that her nipples popped up between them. He shrugged off his jacket and waistcoat until he was clad only in his fine linen shirt and breeches, then did nothing but stare at her, a wicked, wicked smile lifting one corner of his lips as she squirmed beneath him, growing hot and hungry under his relentless gaze.Īnd then, just when she was certain that she couldn't take it for one more second, he reached out and covered her with both his hands, squeezing lightly as he tested the weight and shape of her. In one swift moment he straddled her, then leaned down until the fabric of his waistcoat scraped her belly and breasts, until his nose touched hers and his hot breath swarmed across her skin.wSince then,' he growled, 'I've thought of this moment a thousand times, pictured a hundred different pairs of breasts, an lovely and desirable and full and begging for my attention, but nothing, and let me repeat this in case you didn't quite hear me the first time, nothing comes close to reality.'wOh.' It was really all she could think to say. 'Until the last few weeks, honestly I don't think I thought about it.'wAnd since then?' she persisted, not quite sure why she needed him to answer, just knowing that she did. 'What did you think I would look like?'wI don't know,' he admitted. He just stared at her, clearly confused by her question.wYou said you never dreamed I would look this way,' she explained.

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