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“By heaven, it was all I could do not to
let the others see this. But you’ll have to wait for me to put my cock into
your puss because you were ten minutes late after I asked you not to be. I’m
going to taste your breasts first.” He finished undoing her buttons down to her
waist, untied the strings of her corset, pulled the fabric aside and stopped.
“Sweet Jesu,” he breathed reverently. “What is this? You’re not wearing a
shift?”
    “I liked the idea of you being able to touch me as soon as
possible,” she said simply. She placed his hands on her breasts. “I didn’t want
to wait for you to taste me. To touch me. I touched my puss during the carriage
ride here, but it wasn’t the same.”
    “You pleasured yourself without me there?” He narrowed his
eyes. “I just might have to spank you for that. Not letting me be there to
watch you. Did you come? Did you scream?”
    “Yes.” Desire glittered in the depths of her eyes as she ran
her hands over his chest. “I pleasured myself before a mirror while dressing to
come here too,” she whispered. “All I could think of was being with you. Your
hands on me, your mouth tasting me, your long lovely cock pounding away inside
me. I couldn’t help myself, but my hand was a poor substitute for you.”
    “Something you would do well to remember,” he cautioned,
untying her mask. He lifted it away and his breath caught in his throat. By all
that was holy, hers was a beauty beyond description. The scent of orange
blossoms filled his head and he bit back a laugh as he put her mask on the
table. Her wearing a bride’s scent when she had already proven herself a sexual
force of nature only made him want her more.
    Now for her wig. He lifted it to reveal the honey-blonde
hair he remembered from their afternoon tryst and tossed it on the table.
    “Careful,” she scolded, untying his mask and pulling it
away. “I spent a lot of money on that wig. I don’t want to have to buy another
one.”
    He gently tugged a lone curl free and twined it around his
finger. “Your hair is like spun gold,” he praised. “As bright and as beautiful
as sunshine. What are you thinking?”
    “I’m wondering…” Putting his mask beside hers, she gave him
a long, thoughtful look. “What you would do if I later tied you to that wooden
chair over there?”
    “You’ll have to show me,” he taunted. “I rather fancy the
idea of seeing if you can do that.” He leaned forward and feathered a kiss
across her mouth. Sweetness exploded on his lips, sweetness no wine could provide.
“You are perfection, my sweet Isabell. Or perhaps I’ll call you Bella. Would
you like that?”
    “Bella means beautiful.”
    “And so you are.” He traced the outline of her jaw, enjoying
the softness of her skin under his finger, before slipping a hand beneath the
folds of her gown to cup her breast. “And so you are.”
    “Enough talking,” she whispered. “Be quiet and taste me.
I’ve waited long enough and have no intention of losing the prize because of
idle chatter. Let’s get started.”
    “Greedy little minx, aren’t you?” He rolled her hardened
nipple between his fingers.
    “It’s five hundred pounds.” Her blissful smile made her even
more beautiful. “Please, please put your mouth on me.”
    “As my lady wishes.” He leaned forward and fastened his
mouth around one nipple while his hand explored her other breast, palming and
stroking it, fingering the tight peak. Her gasps and sighs were like a song. He
moved his mouth to her other breast and continued his feast until her sighs
turned into a moan.
    “I can’t wait,” she gasped. “I can’t wait a moment longer.”
    She led him to the table and lay down. Pulling her skirts up
to her hips, she spread her legs wide for him. “Come to me, my Ian.”
    “I’d never refuse a lady.” He removed his shoes and started
to undo the flap of his breeches when she sat up and slid off the table.
    “Wait a minute. Let me do