“I read your books again and again. I wanted to believe a woman could take pleasure in tupping, but you, Cordelia, in your books you didn’t simply take pleasure, you demanded it. I began to believe a woman like you could show me what none of the others could.” He smiled weakly. “And you did, you do so long as I don’t climb on top of you and…”
She pushed to her feet, a Venus rising from the water. Her arms around his neck she whispered against his lips “Take me to bed, Daedalus. Please.” Her unwavering gaze shook him. Her wet body pressed to his aroused every fiber of his being. He did not want to think past these next moments, this next hour. But in the recesses of his mind, he began to wonder. How would he ever let her go?
9
Daedalus dragged a bath sheet off a rack before the fire.He hauled her out of the tub and knelt to rub her body dry. Cordelia leaned over him to press kisses to his hair. She had no words to comfort him, only her body and her affection, her desire for him to know how very much his confession meant to her. How much he meant to her. He wrapped the bath sheet around her and strode toward the bed. Only to stand on the bath sheet, stumble, and toss her onto the counterpane like a sack of potatoes.
She could not stop the peals of laughter as he struggled with the bath sheet.
“My spectacles were fogged by the steam,” he groused when he finally threw the bath sheet away from him.
“Breeches and boots?” Cordelia said as she propped up on her elbows, well aware of the sight she posed as she lay naked on the dark blue counterpane. He hopped around on one leg as he shucked first one and then the other boot. With the second boot he managed to knock over the stool at the end of the bath. She heard the distinctpingof buttons as he struggled to open his falls.
“Is something burning?” she asked as she sniffed the air. Daedalus spun around. “Daedalus!” she shouted. “Yourarseis about to be on fire!”
“I know,” he said with a grin.
“No, you great looby,’ she cried. “Look!”
“Shite!”The bath sheet had hooked onto the back of his breeches. The other end had landed in the fire and was burning toward him at a rapid rate. He snatched the sheet end from his breeches and dragged the entire conflagration into the bath.
“What the buggering hell?” he said as he stood at the foot of the bed, barefoot, with one breeches leg on and one off.
Cordelia crooked a finger at him and scooted up to rest against the selection of soft pillows against the headboard. He shed the last of his clothes and crawled up the bed toward her. She noticed immediately that he picked a spot beside her and propped his head on his hand. He glanced down at his cock, which in the mayhem had dropped to half mast, so to speak. She pushed him onto his back.
“Tonight,” she said. “We are going to do this right and proper.”
“Oh,” he said as she kissed her way down his body. “What does that—Damnation!”
She took his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking as his legs moved back and forth and his hands fisted the counterpane. She cupped his bollocks, rolled and caressed them until hisarseshot up off the bed. She was merciless. Even when he begged in incoherent pleas and muttered profanities, she continued to suck and then stroke until his cock was once more hard and throbbing. With one last lick she slid up next to him and pulled him on top of her.
He pushed up on his arms in an instant, as if scalded or struck by a whip. She braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down toward her quim. “My turn,” she ordered with a smile. He grinned. His golden hair falling over his spectacles was so endearing to her. He removed the spectacles and handed them to her.
“I’ll need instruction,’ he murmured against her already damp flesh.
“I suspect you will figure it out. All you have to do is…Ahhhhh.”
From the first long stroke of his tongue Daedalus proved to be a quick study. Her hands in his hair she had but to move him a little either way for him to quicken or slow his licks and gentle sucks. He held her hips in his powerful hands as she wiggled and worked to press nether lips, her entrance, and the seat of her pleasure against his seeking mouth. He found that spot and began a rhythmic sucking which he paired with first one finger and then two in and out of her quim. Higher and higher he took her until her body shattered in spasms of exquisite, shuddering release. She clasped his hands and dragged him up her body. His eyes snapped open. She saw the doubt, the questions in his expression. She kissed him, a long slow melding of their mouths that mixed the taste of him and her together on her lips. When he finally raised his lips from hers, she placed his spectacles carefully on his face.
“Look at me, Daedalus. Keep your eyes on me. I trust you. I know you will give me pleasure. And I know how you feel about me,” she whispered.
“You have no idea how I feel about you, Cordelia, my love. But I will do my best to show you.”
With a few adjustments and false starts Daedalus sank his cock into her. He stared into her face. How she hoped he saw the wonder she felt at how perfect he felt, how right. She arched her hips into his so their hipbones matched as if made for each other. His eyes never left hers as he slowly pulled out and then plunged in again. She gasped and clutched his shoulders.
“More,” she cried. “Don’t stop. More.”
His first strokes were tentative. Her heart broke for the strong, passionate man locked up for so long by the trauma of his childhood, a trauma that had colored every aspect of his life until now. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him onward.
“Faster, my love,” she cried. “Harder. I will not break.”
Propped on his powerful, unshaking arms he took up the rhythm she set and met her stroke for stroke. He bowed his head to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids. He brushed his hair across her breasts and chuckled darkly when she gasped at the touch. The bed rocked against the wall as they drove each other to the brink, gasping and shouting each other’s names.
“Oh God,” he gasped. “Cordelia, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Then don’t.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him as he spent himself in one long shudder and shouted her name. She reached completion a moment later and still they moved against each other, reluctant to stop what he been such an incredible experience for both of them.
He collapsed atop her and tried to move, but she held him tight. “Not yet,” she said. “Stay with me.” He rested his head between her breasts and sighed. “So long as you want me, Cordelia. So long as you want me.”
