He had the good grace to don a sheepish expression and she sucked in a breath at how erotic he was with his innocent face and eyes ablaze with burgeoning desire. “I did not…make the arrangements. After your reaction to my chambers, I consulted Mister Charpentier at Captain Atherton’s suggestion. Charpentier put all this together.” He grunted inarticulately as she rubbed her palm across his abdomen and up his chest to pinch one nipple and then the other.
“I see. I thought perhaps you wanted to let me know your desires.”
“My desires?” He closed his eyes as she pushed the banyan from his shoulders and used both her hands to explore his naked body.
“Because I left you wanting after our first…lesson.” She pressed her lips to the middle of his chest then dragged her tongue across to circle a nipple before she gave the tightened flesh a nip. He flinched. A small groan rattled in his throat.
“After our first lesson? You left me wantingeverythingafter our first kiss.”
Cordelia had a sudden urge to surround herself with the comfort of this singular man’s power, the unnamed force he exuded, she suspected, without knowing he did so at all. She slid her arms around him and rested her cheek against his sculpted chest.
“Tell me something, Daedalus,” she said quietly as she drew his heat into her suddenly chilled body.
“Anything.” Then he laughed and the sound tickled her cheek. “Well, very nearly anything.”
“I’ve kissed you. I’ve allowed you to pleasure me, and I have not hidden my enjoyment of every erotic act we have performed.” She raised her head and tilted back enough to meet his gaze. “Do you think me wanton? Unseemly? Does my desire give you a low opinion, a disgust of me?” Oh how she wished her questions back. She’d never intended to ask him for she never really wanted to contemplate his answers. She had not sorted out the why’s of his request nor the complete madness of her response. He studied her face as if seeing her for the very first time. A shiver of regret coursed through her.
“Who has said such things to you?” he demanded in an unrecognizable growl of a voice. “Why would you even ask?’ He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her flush against him. “I am in utter awe of you, Cordelia Perriton. Youlivewhat you have written. You are magnificent in your desires. You and you alone are the master of your pleasure and your passion. You are well and truly free in every aspect of your humanity. Other women would kill to be who you are. Why do you think I asked you of all women to show me how to be free enough to share what can be the most destructive act between two people or what can be two people’s greatest joy?”
His chest rose and fell in rapid succession. His visage was alight with the truth of what he’d said. Tears stung her eyes. Her heart ached as if squeezed by an unseen hand. And something beaten down in her suddenly broke the last of her chains. She cupped his face in her hands and drew him down for a long, soul-searing kiss. They were both shaking when she finally drew her lips from his.
“Let us see how much of Mister Charpentier’s preparations we can make use of tonight.”
He blinked and loosened his hold on her. She dragged her fingers down the center of his chest until she reached his thick, hard cock—erect and resting against his belly. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked very slowly. He groaned and dropped his head to rest his forehead on top of the pile of curls and braids Gilly had so artfully arranged. Cordelia let go of his cock and took his hand. She led him to the plush red velvet high-backed chair designed to seat two. It had been arranged perfectly before the floor to ceiling mirrors. She pushed Daedalus so he sat down in the middle of the chair, all the way back so that his bare feet were flat on the floor and his back rested against the tufted comfort of the back of the seat.
He watched her every move as she moved the two pedestals closer within reach. “You like to see my face, don’t you Daedalus? When you touch me, when you stroke my quim, and fondle my breasts? You want to see how you make me feel?”
“Yes,” came his hoarse reply. “Please.”
She stood over him and leaned down slowly to touch her nipple to his lips, her hands braced on his shoulders. He covered her entire areola with his mouth and drew the fullness into his mouth to suckle eagerly. She dug her nails into his bare shoulders and exhaled in one long moan. At the point she thought she could bear no more he dragged his lips away until only his teeth held her in place.
“Yes,” she hissed. “So good, Daedalus. So. Good.”
He grabbed her hips, but she spun out of his grip and settled slowly onto his lap so they both faced the wall of mirrors. She angled her head back and to the side for his kiss, a fast hard meeting of lips and tongues which she broke off to take his hands in her own and lift them to her breasts. She used both of their hands to mold and squeeze and tease the globes of flesh grown heavy with wanton desire. Once he learned what pleased her she removed her hands. She braced one on his thigh, humming her pleasure as he played with her breasts and watched her in the mirror with the intensity of a hawk in search of prey.
When she ran her other hand down her body and began to tease her wet quim his wordless grunt of approval thrilled her. He bumped his cock against herarsein time with the strokes of her fingers as she parted her nether lips and gave voice to the pleasure she gave herself, sliding and stroking and teasing her entrance with her fingertips. Her hips thrust forward and back in search of just the right rhythm. She moved her hand from his thigh to draw one of his hands from her breast down to join her fingers playing over her cunny, sensitive to the point her body jolted at every touch. She captured one of his blunt fingertips and moved it until he found her most responsive spot.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned as he rubbed in slow, light circles whilst still working her breast with his other hand. Still his gaze was fixed on her face. Somehow his watching her every move aroused her to the point her vision hazed with a ferocity that terrified and tantalized her. “Don’t stop, Daedalus.” She reached for the ivory phallus.
“I cannot,” he rasped. “Show me, Cordelia. Show me.”
She rubbed the phallus up and down in the wet heat coating her pussy. His fingertip continued to excite her clitoris to the point she gasped and gave a short sharp scream as she slid the ivory phallus into her quim. Daedalus was panting now, hard and heavy as he watched her work the imitation cock faster and faster in and out of her eager pussy. She arched her body and cried out over and over as quaking shudders exploded from between her legs through every part of her as Daedalus and she continued to work together.
“More,” she cried. “Yes…Yes…Yes!”
She collapsed into his lap gasping, muttering. He squeezed her breast and continued to press the seat of her pleasure, eliciting tiny shivers and quakes even after she withdrew the phallus and dropped it onto the tray. Nothing she had written, nothing she had fantasized compared to what she had just experienced. She was wanton, for when she saw Daedalus’s face in the mirror, burning with hot desire, she wanted more. She pushed herself up out of his hands and turned to face him. She reached for the soaked French letter.
“I want you, Daedalus. Are you ready to learn more? We can wait until you have had more—”
“I’m a virgin, Cordelia,” he gasped. “Not a saint. Please.”
She struggled to fit the French letter over his cock. If he only knew this was only the second one she’d ever seen and his was far more impressive than the other. The thick length, roped with veins was definitely marked for further…closer study. Later. “Help me,” she murmured as she straddled his legs and rose on her knees to position him where she pulsed in need.
“Anything,” he muttered as he took himself in hand and rubbed the blunt head against her damp quim. Cordelia braced her hands on the tufted back of the chair and slid down in small increments, her mouth open in a wordlessohas he filled her. Her knuckles whitened as she clasped the velvet chair back and rose to the point only the head of his cock was inside her. Daedalus grasped her hips and thrust up to sheath her to the hilt. For a few strokes his rhythm broke and jerked. He groaned in frustration, his forehead pressed between her breasts.
“Tell me, Daedalus. Tell me what you want.” Cordelia’s control teetered on the edge. She wanted him to watch. She knew instinctively he needed to see her face. He needed to loose the simmering passion she sensed in him. Whatever his reasons, lack of desire or passion were not the reasons he’d never done this until now.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “Take what you want, Cordelia. All of it. Fuck me. Now!”
