Page 22 of The Viscount, the Blacksmith, and the Lady

After a few more minutes of eating her cunny, he remembered something he’d brought in preparation. Rolling to the side, he dug through his coat and removed a small vial from his pocket. When he returned, he lifted Xenia’s knees. “Hold your legs like this.”

She did, and he saw her cunny open and close at the attention he was giving her. She enjoyed being exposed, it would seem. He would remember that.

He poured a bit of oil on his fingers and rubbed his hands together to warm it, then he wiped a finger between her buttocks. “Remember your promise to stop me if I do anything you don’t enjoy.”

“I will.”

Circling the opening, he pressed lightly at the center and smiled when her breath hitched. “You will enjoy this, I’m certain.”

He continued to play there, occasionally moistening his hand in her escaping juices, but not doing more than pressing lightly. He wanted her relaxed for what came next. Pouring a splash more oil on his fingertips, he pushed one inside her, just the tip.

“Oh!”

Waiting, he watched her muscles flex around his finger. Damn, she was beautiful, even here. He ran his tongue up her cunny, flicking over her hard bud while pushing his finger deeper. Slowly, with his tongue and fingers, he worked to build her climax. Her hands clenched in his hair, and when her cries changed pitch, he slipped another finger inside her rear. She tightened around him, rocking her hips higher.

When he thought she was close, he oiled his cock with one hand, keeping his fingers stroking in her bottom, then he pulled out and pressed his cock to her opening. “This might stretch you even more, but I’ll go slow.”

“Just fill me. Make me come,” she begged.

His hips flexed at the desperation in her voice, pushing a bit deeper than he planned, but she only moaned. One of her hands toyed with her clitoris, rocking to encourage him to slide in deeper. When he was fully seated in her bottom, he let her adjust to the fullness for a moment, then thrust two fingers into her cunny.

“Yes!” she cried out, tightening around his fingers and his cock.

It was almost his undoing, but he held on and stroked in and out. Her fingers continued to flutter on her bud, and her other hand found her breast, squeezing it. She arched off the blanket as Simon thrust inside of her with his own desperation for release. Her head rolled from side to side and she moaned loudly. “Oh, Simon—oh!”

She continued to rock with him, fucking his cock with her bottom. She was more vocal than normal, making sounds that made his legs grow weak.

Eyes fluttering open, she froze, her back lifted off the blanket as she pressed hard against his hips. He pulled back and pushed deep again, growling low in his throat, feeling an overwhelming need to claim this woman completely. He began thrusting harder, faster, feeling his control slipping away bit by bit. Xenia met him stroke for stroke, and her fingers again played with her clitoris as if she was nearing another release.

His head wanted to fuck her like that forever, but his body gave in to the orgasm that rocked him like nothing had before. “Xenia! Oh, God, Xenia.”

He continued to shoot inside her, and she tightened around him, milking him. Shaking, he had to withdraw carefully to keep from falling on top of her. As gently as possible, he lowered her hips to the blanket, ran his fingers up her leg and hip, and collapsed next to her beautiful body.

He sighed heavily.

She rolled to face him, her hand stroking through the hair on his chest. “I wasn’t certain I would like it, but I did.” She smiled wickedly.

“Next time, we’ll have Owen’s cock where my fingers were while I’m inside you.”

Her eyes widened. “Is that possible?”

Nodding, Simon planted a kiss on her forehead. “Do you enjoy when we both pleasure you?”

Her lascivious laugh made his groin tighten. He was too sated for another round, though.

“I take that for a yes. In that case, I believe you’ll enjoy two cocks inside you. If not, we never mention it again.” In saying that, he realized he’d practically scheduled another afternoon of the three of them sharing their passion for each other. And that was all right. He enjoyed watching another man bringing Xenia to peaks of pleasure. What Owen did to her body didn’t make him jealous, only the thought of what their friend might be doing to her heart. He knew it was too late to demand it, but he wanted her heart for himself, alone.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Xenia lay beside Simon, their naked forms stretched languidly upon the woven blanket, their picnic foods lying unnoticed near the basket to one side. She watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her hand, the way the sunlight kissed his skin, glowing where sweat still clung.

She stole a glance down his length as he lay there unabashedly nude. He had more body hair than Owen did. Everywhere, it seemed, but she enjoyed the scratchy feel of it on her skin when their bodies slid over each other. The coarseness was so masculine, so different from her own body.

Everything about him was so male, his scent, his muscles, his deep voice. She felt fragile beside him, but safe. He’d protect her from any harm, no matter what may come.

Rolling to her back, she looked up at the bright sky, where a few clouds made a slow crawl. “Remember when we used to lie like this as children?” She laughed suddenly, and added, “Well, we wore more clothes, then. We would make shapes out of the clouds, and you always saw knights and dragons.”

Simon chuckled softly, the sound resonating with warmth. “And you would see loaves of bread and pastries, even back then, dreaming of new recipes for your mother’s bakery.”