Page 15 of Mayfair Madame (Mayfair Heights #1)

Chapter Thirteen

Ellie

I ’d thought I was dying. The weight of the man had pulled me down into the depths of the lake. I’d struggled and strained, trying to get him to the surface, and at some point, had sunk deeper and deeper.

Only the thought of Naomi waiting for me had spurred me on. From God knows where, I’d found the strength to haul his ass to the surface, thankful there was a boat there to take him to safety.

I’d climbed aboard and given him CPR, not knowing if it’d work or not. Most times, it didn’t, but by some stroke of luck, I’d brought him back from the jaws of death. He’d likely have a few broken ribs, but surely that was a small price to pay for his life.

And then there was Naomi, ready with a hot coffee and comfort, something I had been missing in my life for a long time. Had I died today, I’d have never seen her again. Never looked at her stunning beauty or been able to taste her sweet, sweet flesh.

Last night had been a revelation. Someone wanted me for what I had, not what I could give them, and when she’d asked me out this morning, I’d jumped at the opportunity, longing for another chance with her.

I certainly hadn’t expected to be dragged into the Serpentine.

A chill had infiltrated my bones despite the warmth of the day, and the promise of a hot bath had appealed.

Yes, it was at Naomi’s apartment, and yes, it meant getting naked in front of her, but today’s events had made me rethink my stance.

I deserved more. Why shouldn’t I be loved? Why should I live the rest of my life in solitude, never knowing the touch of another woman?

Naomi had offered that to me, and I’d run, thinking I wasn’t worthy. I might hate my body, but she hadn’t, and perhaps she was someone I should trust.

But here I was, standing naked in her bath, her eyes on me. Did I feel self-conscious? Fuck, yes, but her eyes were full of lust and wonder, not revulsion.

Tempted as I was to suck in my gut, I refrained. If she couldn’t take me at my worst, she didn’t deserve me at my best.

“I knew the moment I saw you, you were hiding something amazing beneath your baggy clothes. But fuck, Ellie, look at you.”

The water barely rippled as she stood, her flesh dark against my paleness. Contrasts. That was what we were in many ways, not just the colour of our skin.

She stroked her knuckles along my cheek and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“Are we doing this?” I asked, my head spinning. Was it the heat of the water or apprehension about what we were about to do?

“Yeah, we’re doing this.” She pressed her lips against mine, soft and supple.

We stepped out of the bath, and she handed me a towel, then walked from the bathroom, dripping wet. Her hips swayed from side to side, and I groaned, helpless in her presence.

I’d follow her anywhere she wanted me to go.

I made my way through her apartment until I reached her bedroom. She stood in front of the window, her naked body silhouetted against the bright sunlight streaming through.

Fuck, but she was magnificent. How had I got so lucky?

She smiled wickedly and beckoned me to her. I dropped the towel.

Yes, I was still anxious, but it was time to tuck my insecurities away, for today at least.

She was statuesque, her dark skin smooth, her form graceful. The slope of her breasts and erect nipples outlined against the window. She was nothing like my lumbering body.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment,” she said, “seeing you before me, baring every part of you to me, body and soul.”

Her words were as beautiful as she was.

Everything I had was hers. She was free to take it, and as much as my head said no, my heart screamed yes. I wanted this as much as she did.

Instead of approaching her, I walked to the bed. The room was like no other I’d seen. Huge picture windows along one wall, light curtains hiding us from view. Two steps led to her imposing bed, with white covers and many, many pillows.

The entire room was white from the carpet to the walls to the wooden furniture scattered around the room. A huge armchair stood in the corner facing the bed, Did someone sit in it and watch her as she made love? Or did she watch them? The thought intrigued me.

A tingle spread through me. I’d wanted her last night, my desire almost driving me to do what I’d not normally do, but my anxiety at what she might say about my body had held me back.

But the events of today had changed that. I might still be nervous, but I’d no longer hide.

I lay down on her bed, propped up on the pillows, trying my best to ignore the extra layers of fat I carried.

Words eluded me, so enamoured was I by her beauty. Except the word didn’t seem enough. Exquisite, alluring, sensual, sexy. Words to describe the woman now walking towards me, her brown eyes wide.

My breath hitched, anticipation flooding every part of me. I wanted her so badly.

Perfect tits swayed as she crawled up the bed, every inch of her flawless body tempting me.

Taut muscles flexed with every movement, and I reached for her, desperate to touch her.

She knelt before me, gazing at my parted legs, my bald pussy in full view.

“Oh, now that’s just perfect,” she said, her voice low and husky, seducing me.

She ran her hands along my thighs, spreading me farther, her thumbs rubbing the sensitive flesh.

My instinct was to close them, but lust won out. I wanted this as much as she did.

She parted my lips and bent her head, her tongue only an inch away from the most delicate part of me.

“Hmm, you smell so damn good, Ellie Sharpe.” I quivered as her warm breath ghosted across my skin, and when she licked me, I almost shot off the bed.

I gripped the sheets as she devoured me. It had been so long since I’d been touched like this. I’d missed it. But I wanted more.

“Naomi,” I said, my breath coming in pants.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

How could I tell her what I desired when I didn’t know what that was? I arched my back, encouraging her to delve deeper.

“Fuck me, Naomi. With your fingers, your tongue, I don’t care what.”

She pressed her nose against my clit and slipped her tongue inside me. I bucked on the bed, eager for more.

I wanted to touch her, feel the softness of her skin. I ran my hands along her arms and linked my hands with hers, no longer caring that she could see all of me.

Her eyes were on mine the whole time, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to.

The temperature in the room increased. Naomi’s dark skin was hot to the touch, and a bead of sweat ran down her face.

She lifted her head. My clit felt her loss, and the orgasm building inside me dissolved.

“No, don’t stop,” I pleaded.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not stopping.”

She climbed up the bed and straddled me, her pussy on full view. The soft flesh of her clit rubbed against mine, sending shivers throughout my body.

She opened the drawer next to the bed, brought out a thick black vibrator, and turned it on.

Where the fuck was she going to put that? I could guess.

She pressed it gently against one nipple.

“Fuck, Naomi.” I squirmed beneath her, her pussy still rubbing against mine. She moved the vibrator to the other side, and a jolt of electricity shot through me.

My tits ached, the nipples sensitive and erect.

“More?” she asked. I nodded, not able to speak. I craved everything she offered.

She moved back down my body, kissing my stomach as she went. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look.

“So beautiful,” she whispered.

How could she think that? I refused to give my insecurities the attention they demanded, concentrating on what this sensual woman was doing tome. She wasn’t laughing. There’d been no pity in her eyes. She was worshipping my body.

“I love your body, Ellie. I know you don’t, but you can’t see it through my eyes. The curves, your tits, and then there’s this.”

She touched the vibrator to my clit, then moved it lower until it was nudging the entrance to my wet pussy.

“Do you want this?” She nuzzled it against my arse. I nodded and spread my legs wider, giving her more access.

Of course I wanted it. I craved it. It would be tight, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

But instead of plunging it farther, she dragged it from my hole to my clit and back again. Teasing and taunting me.

The muscles in my legs tensed, and my stomach clenched. I held my breath, willing my release to come.

But Naomi continued to play with my body, touching the most sensitive parts of me. My breasts, clit, and pussy, but she didn’t stop there.

She swept her hands along my thighs and arms, my hips, my feet. I was a bundle of nerves on edge.

“How does it feel?” She’d placed the vibrator at my entrance and slowly pushed, stretching me wide.

I groaned in response, unable to form words or a coherent sentence.

“That good, eh?” Her smile was wicked as she pressed it deep inside, twisting as she did so. “I’ve so much I want to do to you, Ellie. I want to fuck this tight ass of yours, make you come over and over.”

I mumbled my assent, so close to coming.

“But for now, we’ll be content with this.” She cast the vibrator to one side and straddled me again, but at an angle this time.

Well, I liked where this was going. She rolled her hips, her swollen clit rubbing against mine. She braced herself on the headboard and quickened the pace.

Her stomach rippled, and her tits bounced. She bit her lip and rode me like a bucking bronco. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

I reached up and took one of her breasts in my hand, the other on my nipple, pinching and twisting.

Sex with Kate had been predictable, perfunctory by the end of our relationship, but with Naomi it was thrilling, sensual, and downright fucking sexy.

I held my breath, balanced on the precipice. One more thrust of her hips and I fell into the abyss.

“God, Naomi. Don’t stop.” I rode a high, my clit tingling and pulsing as she wrung every ounce of energy from me. She hit her orgasm seconds later with a yell.

“Yes. Fuck, that’s good.” She continued to buck until finally she slumped over. “Jesus, Ellie. That’s twice now you’ve left me barely able to speak. I’m not sure I could even stand at this point.”

“Then don’t.” I felt the same, as if I were floating on a cloud. I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly. “Lie with me.”

We snuggled beneath the covers, Naomi wrapped tightly around me, her breath soft in my ear.

“I’ve missed this,” I said in a rare moment of honesty.

“Missed what?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Being held. It’s been a while.” I sighed and drew her arms tighter around me. “If I could stay here…”

I squeezed my eyes shut, emotions overtaking me. I knew without a doubt I was falling for Naomi, despite only knowing her for a week. Did she feel the same?

“You don’t have to leave. But you know, with the job I do, I cut myself off from my emotions. I’ve been burnt so many times before, I refuse to let myself get attached or involved. But the moment I saw you, Ellie, I knew you were different.”

How had this happened? Falling for someone so quickly, it was like something from a movie or one of the romance books my mum read, where the protagonists fall madly in love from the moment they met. Was there such a thing as love at first sight?

“I’m no different from anyone else.” And I wasn’t. What could I offer a woman who had everything? The clothes, the apartment, the friends.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You are different. I said it before, but you are kind and brave. Fuck, Ellie, you dived into the water after a man you didn’t know. Most people would have waited, but not you.”

“He almost died.”

“As did you. For a moment there, I thought I’d lost you before I’d got to know you.”

She was right. Other than last night and our confessions, we knew nothing about each other. That needed to change.

Maybe it was my heroic life-saving skills or perhaps drowsiness from our lovemaking, but my eyelids grew heavy.

I mumbled an answer, incoherent to even me, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.