Wanton Widows: Three Short Regency Romps Read Free Page A

the night.
    For long minutes Arabella sat at her dressing
table. With a sigh she rose to wander around the room, examining the ornaments
occupying the mantelpiece and recessed shelves. The Ormolu clock struck the
hour. It was late. Impatient, Arabella decided to wait in Jerome’s room for him,
knowing something important must have delayed him. She turned the doorknob to
his chamber and passed through his dressing room. The scent of shaving soap
pervaded the room.
    The space beyond was a vast chamber like her
own. It was lit only by the moon shining through the open curtains. She inched
through the unfamiliar space towards the wooden four poster bed, which was much
larger than her own. The covers were turned down, so she slipped between the
sheets. She expected them to be chilly but they weren’t. She wriggled towards
the middle of the bed and gasped in surprise.
    Jerome was already there. She could see his
tightly curling hair where it fell in ringlets across his forehead. Why was he
in bed already? He must have been so tired after returning from his estate in
the early hours of this morning.
    When she slid her hand along the smooth warm
skin of his back, he roused from his nap. “Hello,” he muttered. “My goddess.”
His voice was thick with sleep. “Where have you been?” He drew her into his
arms and kissed her brow.
    “Waiting for you, of course. I thought you
were busy.”
    “Never too busy for you,” he murmured.
    “I want you.”
    “And I, you.” His voice was becoming clearer
as he woke.
    She kissed his mouth and relaxed into his strong
arms. The fresh scent of his shaving soap tickled her nose. At last she could
show her love. Their engagement had been short, because Jerome didn’t want to
compromise her reputation by sharing her bed before their marriage, even though
their haste meant his brother, who was overseas, missed their wedding.
    The silk of her nightgown slipped around her
hips as she slid closer to him. He was naked beneath the covers. She didn’t
know he slept that way! Her breathing quickened in anticipation.
    His lips were warm and compelling on hers. She
responded with open-mouthed lust. Her tongue slid across his lips, begging them
to open and let her in. He complied. He tasted of the mulled wine he must have
drunk before coming to bed. The spices excited her mouth.
    She slipped her bended leg over his narrow hip
as he lay facing her. He ran his hand up from her ankle to her hip. Beneath her
silk nightgown his fingers trailed a path of goosebumps along her leg. He
paused to explore her buttock then traversed her back in a long sweeping arc.
Taking her heavy breast, he weighed it in his hand and lightly squeezed it.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Why did it take me so long to find you?”
    “You have me now,” she said, with a soft
laugh.
    “Mmmm,” he murmured. “Don’t go. I want you. But
if I fall asleep I might never find you again.”
    “You’re still tired. Let me.”  Kissing him,
she rolled him onto his back and followed to lie across his chest, her lips
exploring his. She crept her hand along his coarse-haired leg to gently cup his
testicles. He groaned. Arabella trailed her fingers up the length of his hard
cock, stopping to tease its head. She was throbbing for him. His own hand
sought her core and stroked her there. She was slick and wet. Desire flared
through her body, centred on his hand.
    Strong arms scooped her on top of him. His
cock pressed for admittance and she shifted to allow him in. She exhaled with
delight and began a slow rhythmical massage of his shaft. He growled in
appreciation. His hands continued their erotic sweeps over her skin. Their
kisses paused. Tension gripped her and her breathing quickened.  Eyes closed,
her back arched with ecstasy as she came. She exhaled a long sigh of
satisfaction, of fulfilment. She opened her eyes to see him lying in the gloom
beneath her, smiling.
    “Happy?”
    “Oh, yes.” She couldn’t help her