Page 24 of The Viscount Needs a Wife (All for Love #2)

She wrapped her arms round his neck, and he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and losing himself in the delight of her.

He broke the kiss when he felt his control starting to slip and said with quickened breath, “Annis, you are a delicious, delectable delight. And I want the husband’s privilege of seeing your hair down and loose.

” He examined her coiffure, which was an intricate confection of braids and curls garnished with combs and flowers and, he guessed, a hundred pins.

He reached for a pin and then another, removing and discarding them as her curls and braids came down one by one to fall about her shoulders like a chestnut waterfall, burnished deep brown with a hint of red.

He tossed aside the roses and the combs and undid the fine braids, combing them free with his fingers until all of her glorious hair was flowing round her shoulders and down her back.

He plunged his fingers into it and lifted handfuls to sniff the rose smelling fragrance and feel the soft silky strands running through his fingers.

“Your hair is magnificent,” he said.

“I like yours,” she responded, removing the ribbon from his and running her fingers through his wild mop of unremarkable brown hair. Her fingertips scraped his scalp, and he closed his eyes and purred.

“That feels good,” he murmured.

After a moment or two, he opened his eyes and, lowering his head, he kissed her again.

Will I ever grow tired of kissing her? He didn’t think so.

Leaving her mouth reluctantly, he worked his way slowly along her jaw to her soft, chewable earlobe, and her neck, her delicious, elegant neck.

Annis carried herself with a quiet dignity and part of that impression was down to her swanlike neck.

He nuzzled and nibbled at it, and she arched it to give him better access, making little whimpering noises that just encouraged him.

He finally reached the base of her neck and began, very slowly, to work his way over the delicious expanse of her bosom.

The gown had confined and pushed up her round, plump breasts so that they were served up to him perfectly.

The hollow between them beckoned his tongue and those soft pillows begged to be kissed.

Unable to resist any longer, he brought his hands up to cup those gorgeous globes and squeeze them gently.

“Annis,” he whispered, his tongue delving into the hollow between her breasts and lifting out the ring that nestled there with his teeth.

He tossed the ring aside, and it slid over her shoulder, the chain slithering against her throat, then he returned to his worship of her half-exposed breasts.

He was saving the nipples, but it wouldn’t be long before he could wait no longer to see them.

His thumbs grazed over them through the fabric of her bodice, teasing them to full hard peaks. She gasped and clung to him. God, yes!

He gave them one last fondle and squeeze before walking her backward toward the bed, where he eased her down to sit on the edge and knelt at her feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He reached for a foot and eased off her slipper. “Removing your stockings,” he said, taking off her other slipper.

He glanced up at her watching him. Her expression seemed slightly bemused. “I can’t believe you’re on your knees for the governess,” she said.

“I’m on my knees for my viscountess,” he said, easing his hands up under her skirts to slide up the length of her legs.

He found the tops of her stockings by feel and began to loosen one garter.

Her thighs were warm and smooth under his fingers, and her delicious bosom was level with his eyes.

He wanted desperately to rip the dress off her and expose the full glory of her breasts to his gaze, but he made himself wait.

Transferring his attention back to what his fingers were doing, he got the garter loose and began to slide the stocking down her leg.

The stocking appeared from below her petticoats, and he discarded it, reaching up under her skirts to remove the second one.

When he had got rid of both, he slid his hands back up her legs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin.

“Part your legs for me and lie back,” he said, husky voiced.

She did, and he pushed her skirts up slowly to reveal her legs and, most importantly, the treasure at their apex.

He ran his hands up her inner thighs, sliding and caressing, his thumbs swirling over her skin.

So smooth! He leaned forward and set his mouth very gently against her nether curls.

They were dark and slightly crinkly with flashes of flame.

He drew in a breath through his nose to inhale her scent and groaned softly.

She jerked at his touch and uttered a soft gasp. “Emrys!”

“I hope you will enjoy this,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

Parting her with his thumbs, he set his tongue delicately to her dewy, satin flesh and tasted her.

Exquisite, slightly salty, slightly sweet.

Musk and rose and entirely delicious. He shifted his position to relieve the compression on his cock, trapped inside his breeches.

He was likely to make a mess of himself before he was finished here. It didn’t matter.

“Emrys!” her body jerked more strongly, and he leaned in, using his arms across her thighs to hold her in place as he licked again gently.

Testing what she liked, he used his tongue to lick and pet her flesh, swirling it around but not directly on her bud.

In his somewhat limited experience, women preferred a less direct approach to the seat of their greatest pleasure.

Judging from her reactions, Annis was no different in that regard.

Her hands clutched at the coverlet as he increased the assault with his tongue on her defenseless flesh, as her body arched and jerked and she uttered the most delicious noises.

Holding her down with an arm across her pelvis he moved a hand to caress very gently at her entrance, his tongue busy with her bud.

Swirling around the entrance, he slid his finger inwards, palpating her bud very gently with his tongue.

Annis moaned, her body arching against the downward pressure of his arm. “Emrys!” Her voice was husky and had taken on a pleading edge that made his cock jerk in his breeches and threaten to spill.

He added a second finger and applied a rapid swirling of his tongue, moving his fingers in and out, curling the tips forward searching for that spongy spot that seemed to drive a woman crazy. Would it have the same effect on Annis?

He found it and rubbed vigorously, and the result was spectacular.

Annis gasped and groaned, her body going taut, and her flesh fluttered and clenched on his fingers.

A deep moan escaped her, and her legs trembled as her frame shook for several moments and then she subsided into the bed, gasping for breath.

He stilled his tongue and withdrew his fingers.

Pressing a kiss softly to her flesh, he raised his head and wiped his chin with his hand as he observed her lying limp, her eyes closed, her magnificent bosom rising and falling rapidly as she got her breath back.

She opened her eyes and blinked at him. He smiled. “Good?”

She nodded, as if slightly dazed. She held her arms out to him dumbly, and he was very tempted to crawl up over her and just take her like that, his cock certainly thought that was a good idea, but he restrained the impulse.

He’d ruin her gown for one thing, and for another there was something he’d been anticipating for a while—he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure now.

The other could wait a little longer, and if he came in his breeches while he did it, so be it.

He reached out and drew her upright, wrapping his arms round her. He said, hoarse with desire, “The time has come to release your ladies, I think.”

She leaned into him as he reached for the laces on the back of her gown, moving her hair out of way, and began to loosen them.

When they were loose enough, he leaned back a little to kiss her gently.

A savoring sort of kiss, his hand still resting against her loosened laces and the layers of corset and chemise revealed beneath.

Rising to his feet, he drew her up and slowly slid her gown off her shoulders, until the bodice fell away from her breasts and pooled round her waist, caught on the petticoats beneath.

His quest still had layers to go before the prize would be fully revealed.

Her corset sat under her breasts, half cups pushing them upward over the low-cut chemise beneath and blocking his view of the nipples.

He turned her round and began loosening the ties of the corset.

When it finally came free, he let it drop to the ground and pulled her back against him, his hands going to cup her breasts over the fine cotton chemise.

He squeezed them with a soft growl, rubbing his face alongside of hers, pressing kisses against her cheek.

They felt so good in his hands, soft and full.

He found her nipples with his fingers and thumbs and squeezed gently, she jerked and gasped, and he groaned in response.

So delicious! I can’t wait to taste them!

“Annis. Annis,” he whispered.

His hands went to the tie of her petticoats at her waist and loosened it, letting the whole ensemble of petticoats and gown drop and pool round her feet.

She was now dressed only in her thin chemise which stopped at her knees.

He stepped back a moment to admire the outline of her body through the translucent fabric.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. Stepping closer, he clasped her waist and ran his hands up and down her sides and cupped her bottom briefly and squeezed.

Ugh, yes! A growl in his throat. Running his hand back up and round to her belly, he pulled her back against him and hugged her close, pressing his sorely tried cock against her rump.

He wanted desperately to press it hard against something to ease the ache.

To his delight, she pressed back against him, molding herself to his body.

“Oh, Annis!” he moaned softly. He found her neck and nibbled on it, pressing intense kisses to the warm flesh. Her scent made him dizzy with desire.

Then he turned her to face him, his eyes running over her body, and coming to land on the swell of her breasts, the nipples a pink haze, poking hard peaks beneath the fabric, almost, but not quite, visible.

He couldn’t stifle a groan of anticipation.

The moment of full revelation had arrived.

She smiled tentatively and he grinned with delight.

“At last!” he murmured.

With his cock jumping in his breeches, he bent and lifted the chemise slowly upward, and she raised her arms as he dragged it up and off her body and discarded it behind him. His eyes glued to her lovely, lovely breasts.

They were perfect, round, white globes, the skin so translucent he could see the blue veins beneath. The nipples and areolae were a delicious raspberry pink, perfect crinkled circles topped with jutting pink buds just begging to be suckled.

“Annis!” he breathed, just staring at them a moment to take in their perfection.

Then he bent, picked her up, then laid her down in the center of the bed and crawled on top. His pulse thudded in his veins and throbbed in his cock. Anticipation was in every breath.

She spread her legs for him without him saying a word. His whole concentration was on her breasts as he settled himself in the cradle of her hips, his hard cock inside his breeches pressed against her sex.

With his weight on his elbows, he cupped each breast and lowered his head to trace kisses over them, licking and sucking and losing himself in them.

Finally he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.

He growled with delight and suckled and licked, taking as much of her breast in his mouth as he could.

His left hand squeezed and fondled the other breast, and she moved under him, making noises and pressing her hips and sex up into him.

He rutted and rubbed his cock against her, heedless almost of what he was doing, his mouth full of wonderful nipple and breast. He swapped his attention to the second breast, hands swapping likewise.

The feel of her nipple and breast in his mouth as he sucked and licked and pulled on it was heaven. The hot need in his groin spiked as his hips rutted harder. Fuck, he was going to come!

“Annis!” he groaned helplessly. His frenzied need erupted as he buried his face in her breasts and came spectacularly inside his breeches, thrusting and rubbing on her, groaning and grunting like a beast.

Panting, he collapsed on her, his face still buried in her breasts, and he felt her hands on him stroking his head and shoulders.