“Perfect,” Moses answered, his eyes never leaving her. “Now, continue lower.”
Her breathing shallow, she moved her hand further down, hesitating for a moment when she reached the dark curls between her thighs.
Then she began to touch her feminine core, tentative at first, but growing more confident as she dipped a finger between her nether lips. With each gentle caress, her body responded in kind, her breath hitching, her moans soft and sweet.
“Mr. Russell, is this...satisfactory?”
“Exquisite. Keep going, Mrs. Sinclair. Spread yourself open to me. Find the knot of pleasure you seek. Let yourself experience the depths of your desire.”
Her left hand came down and she adjusted her legs wider. Her fingers stroked, spreading moisture and she gasped when one brushed her clit. Her hips rocked.
Moses couldn’t tear his eyes away, his desire for her building with each sensual stroke of her fingers. “That’s it. Just like that.”
“I never thought I could feel like this.”
“Neither did I,” he admitted, his own breath quickening. The urge to join her was overwhelming, but he wrestled with his longing.
As Joy’s pleasure intensified, her body responding to her touch, Moses marveled at the transformation before him. The quiet widow he had met only hours ago now boldly explored her desires, casting aside her inhibitions. This side of her, secretly adventurous and unafraid, was intoxicating. “Such a beautiful sight,” he said, his words unintentionally spilling forth.
Joy’s breaths came in ragged gasps and he knew she was getting close to release. She seemed to draw strength from his words, her movements growing bolder, more assured.
Unable to hold himself back, he knelt beside her, close enough to inhale the scent of her passion. He licked his lips again and fought to keep from touching her. She was on the verge of her orgasm and he couldn’t wait to see her experience it. “Good girl, that’s right.”
The fire’s golden light cast an ethereal glow on Mrs. Sinclair’s trembling body. Her breaths came in heavy gasps, her chest heaving as she reached the peak of her pleasure. The intensity of her climax sent gooseflesh over her skin. Her hips rocked, and her hands stilled when she cried out.
Moses, entranced by the vision before him, almost forgot his purpose. He blinked and shook his head, trying to refocus on the task at hand. Taking up his sketchbook and pencil, he began capturing Joy’s vulnerable and sated state.
“Stay still, Mrs. Sinclair,” he instructed, desire evident in his tone. “Let me capture this moment, this transformation.”
“Very well, sir,” she replied, her breath gradually steadying as she lay there, the last tendrils of her passion dissipating.
As he drew, Moses couldn’t help but notice the difference in her expression. Her eyes, usually bright with intelligent humor, now held a smoldering fire that spoke of unbridled desire.
“Your artwork,” Joy whispered, “does it often involve such...intimate explorations, Mr. Russell?”
“Rarely,” he said, not looking up from his sketch. “But you are no ordinary subject. Your willingness to explore your desires...it is inspiring.”
“Would you not like to explore this further with me?” she ventured, her eyes alight with curiosity and anticipation.
Chapter 6
Mr. Russell set down his sketchbook and pencil, his eyes roaming over her body. She saw desire in his eyes, something her husband had never shown. She wanted to experience passion with a man.
Her breath quickened, her body responding to the raw intensity of Mr. Russell’s gaze. She felt an irresistible pull between her thighs, the sensitive folds aching for his touch. Her nipples hardened without needing her touch.
He stepped closer, his fingers tracing a path up her arm and sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss that left no doubt of his intentions. Their tongues danced together, exploring and teasing, as his hands began tugging his shirt free.
Standing, Mr. Russell pulled off his neck cloth and shirt, and tugged off his boots and stockings. He unbuttoned his breeches, letting them drop and stepping out of his small clothes. Joy had never seen a man undress so quickly. Come to think of it, she’d never watched her husband undress. He’d always come to her in his night shirt and kept it on during their brief conjugal sessions.
When Mr. Russell stood naked before her, she was in awe of the muscles, the black hair scattered about, and the proud erection jutting out from his taut groin. His gaze held hers, as stimulating as a touch, before he knelt again to kiss her.
Joy gasped as his lips left a trail of fire down her neck, his stubble grazing her skin. His hands roamed her body, smoothing over every curve and contour, until they found her breast. He teased her nipple with his thumb, eliciting a low moan from deep within her.
His fingers danced down her abdomen, tracing a path to the damp curls between her legs. She opened her legs more, and he wasted no time delving into her warmth.
Her hips bucked as his fingers found her clit, her body instinctively seeking more of his touch. He circled the sensitive nub, and she gasped and whimpered as she writhed beneath him. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the crackling fire serving as a sultry backdrop to their lovemaking.
As she neared the edge of another release, he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb still working her swollen clit. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and she cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Her inner walls clenched around his finger, her body shaking with the force of her release.
