Page 13 of His Regency Goddess (Curves & Cravats)

Chapter Thirteen

Sophie had had no idea passion like this existed before Sin plundered her mouth with such sensual ferocity. The feeling of his tongue in her mouth was a pleasant surprise that made her moan against his lips. She clung to his waist lest her knees buckle, and she revelled in the strong grip he had on her. One hand held her firmly at the nape of her neck and the other had roughly pulled out her hair clips and was now entangled in her tresses. It did not take her long to find her rhythm as she returned his kisses. Hers were just as heated and as fierce and the gratification of his groans only spurred on her arousal.

“Sophie, I have a confession to make." He broke off the kiss and left her panting. Sin’s dark eyes bore into her own and she tried to hold his gaze, terrified he was about to ruin the moment.

“Tell me what it is. Unburden yourself.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

“I have this fantasy of you, playing over in my mind without any relief. Of you naked upon a chaise like the one behind you. Draped in only the luscious femininity currently hidden beneath all that cloth.”

"So I please you, Sin?" Her inner critic appeared, looking for validation.

"Sophie, you please me more than any woman ever has. I never thought I had a weakness, till I met you. You are the definition of woman." He traced her curves, caressed the roundness of her belly, and squeezed the flesh of her buttocks "You are the embodiment of perfection."

She didn’t answer him but stood up and turned around so he faced her back. This was the moment to embrace herself and own her desires. She began to pull at the ties at the front and that was all the invitation he needed to start undoing the dress at the back. Her dress and underclothes came off in quick succession till she was nude, all but for her stockings and slippers. His touch was feather soft as his fingertips grazed her skin gently, tracing a line or a fold, and even though she could not see his face she could tell from his quickened breath that he was excited.

He must have dropped to his knees, because she felt him tug at her slippers. He traced his fingers up her legs to where her stockings sat and teased her aching mound by stroking the moistened flesh. Sophie felt him press a kiss to the top of her buttocks before he rolled down her stockings on each leg.

She was now completely nude, vulnerable, and standing there in all her womanly glory. She didn’t wait for instructions and turned to face him; his head was now level with the centre of her core. Sin let out a pained groan and a whispered fuck. The next moment she gasped her own oath as his mouth covered her moistened need. Sophie clutched his head like it was an anchor as he devoured her with his tongue. His confident and learned strokes confirmed he was no novice when it came to giving a woman pleasure. His fingers joined his exquisite mouth, and she lost all her senses as she fell back into the chaise with her legs flung apart. Her behaviour was the picture of a pure wanton, but she did not care. All that mattered was this race, the race between his lips, tongue, and fingers to see which would undo her first. She fought for breath as waves of ecstasy started to roll through her body.

“Sin, oh my goodness. Sin, my god!” Sophie managed to sputter out as magnificent sensations she had never known existed coursed through her and peaked.

“That’s a good girl, Sophie. Come for me. Come all over me, you are mine,” he growled.

The idea that she was his sent her over the edge, and her body reverberated with spasms so exquisitely pleasurable it almost seemed magical. As the tremors subsided, she was shaky, sweaty, and replete. She looked down at Sin, his head still between her legs, as he gave her a lazy grin.

“And that wasn’t even the entirety of what I had wanted to confess.”

"Truly, I don't how my body could withstand more of that, it was so wickedly decadent.” Her body had never been so languid as she arched her back to stretch.

He stood, unfairly still clothed, and went over to a picnic basket. He gestured for her to sit on the chaise.

“Since I laid eyes upon you, I’ve had this fantasy that I cannot shake. You are naked on a chaise, being fed grapes, drinking champagne, and drizzled with honey like a goddess in an ancient painting. Except I am the only one in the painting with you, worshipping you, feeding you grapes.” He deftly pulling a grape from the bunch in the basket and popped it into her mouth. “Pouring your champagne.” With flute and bottle in hand, he poured her a glass. She accepted the drink, needing something cool to slake her thirst.

“And honey that I would lick off your luscious body.”

Sin drizzled honey over her breasts which now heaved in anticipation. The sticky golden syrup clung to her soft white skin as it formed a trail from one rosy hard nipple to the other.

Sophie tried to remain calm and aloof, as sexy and sultry as she imagined a temptress might be, but she knew she was failing miserably as her body shook with eagerness and desire. Sin must have sensed that she was feeling vulnerable and began to undress so they would be on common ground. Now that he was nude before her, all she could think of were ways to get on top of him, be under him, or any other position they could join as one. She lowered her eyes to the hardened proof of his desire and licked her suddenly dry lips. It was a piece of art—long, smooth, and thick—and she needed it to fill every inch of her core.

Sin sat on the chaise and popped a grape in her mouth, then kissed her with his own mouth full of champagne. The sweet grape and bubbly champagne fizzled naughtily in her mouth as he nibbled on her lower lip. Sin pulled Sophie closer to him on the chaise and began to lick the honey from her hardened nipples. She moaned as he sucked the rosy peaks almost roughly which aroused her more as she moved her hands to grip his head.

"Ah Sin, that feels so sinfully delicious," she crooned, wanting him to know how much she was enjoying his touch.

"You taste wickedly delicious, Sophie, sweeter than any nectar the gods would indulge in." The slight growl in his voice sent another jolt of lust straight to her core as she fell back on the chaise. The pleasure was too much!

Sin continued to follow the trail of honey down her body with his tongue. Each erotic stroke of his tongue had her panting and mewling. Finally, he sat back with a proud and satisfied smile on his face as his dark eyes twinkled.

"You have been thoroughly licked clean, Sophie," he told her as he leant back on the chaise with legs open and crooked his finger for her to come closer. "Sit astride me. Be a good girl and ride me."

Never having experienced sex except on her back, she hesitated, not from fear but from embarrassment. The premise was straightforward, but what if she did it wrong? But his praise of her and demand she be a good girl became a desperate urge she must fulfil. She wanted to please him as he did her.

Sophie straddled Sin and positioned herself where they would join as one. Sin watched her with hooded eyes and a lazy grin as he guided her hand to his erection and encouraged her to touch it. It was rock hard, but the skin was soft as she rubbed it up and down. She enjoyed the feel of it pulsating in her hand. Pulling herself up, she guided it to her wet folds and rubbed the tip of his erection at her opening to ensure the position was right. The sensation elicited a moan from her, and Sin seemed to enjoy it just as much, as his breath turned ragged. Lowering herself slowly, she took him in inch by inch, marvelling at the exquisite sensation as he filled her. They were both panting and moaning as Sin clutched her waist, his head thrown back in ecstasy. She lowered herself the final inch and suddenly she was full, full of Sin.