Page 17 of The Worst Spy in London (The Luckiest With Love #2)

“ H old right there!” Damaris quickly sketched a few more lines on her parchment. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Annette groaned. “Darling, this pose is absolute murder on my back.”

“But your breasts have never looked more magnificent,” Damaris assured, leering at her beloved.

Annette snorted, which again did amazing things to her breasts.

“Are you almost finished?” She lay draped across a backless settee, roses placed artfully around her body.

Her long, dark hair streamed over her shoulders, just barely hiding one nipple while the other had perked noticeably in response to Damaris’s perusal.

Damaris tried to hurry. She really did. “If you can hold on for two more minutes, I promise to do that tongue thing you taught me.”

Annette’s eyes gleamed with arousal and laughter. “How I regret teaching you the carnal arts of Sappho.”

Damaris grinned over her sketchbook. “You love it.”

Annette sighed, raising a hand to scratch her nose. “I love it,” she agreed.

“Put your hand back!” Damaris snapped. “You know I struggle with hands.”

Sighing, Annette put her hand back into the correct pose. “I must love you,” she grumbled, “to put up with this nonsense.”

“Nonsense?” Damaris raised an eyebrow at her. “This nonsense is the reason we purchased this cottage last month.”

Annette smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth and adorable gap. “You’re right, I adore you, never stop selling your wicked pornography, my love.”

Nearly two years ago Damaris had come up with a rather dangerous and wicked idea: sketching women in erotic, naked poses and selling them to the shops on Holywell Street.

“Clearly,” she’d told Annette, “there’s a need.

Those last images you bought me for my birthday were artistically lacking. Although I enjoyed them very much.”

Annette had encouraged her lover to do so—safely and under a pseudonym, of course—and Damaris had begun creating a savings for herself that her parents knew nothing about and hopefully never would.

Annette’s mother had graciously allowed Damaris into her home and her life, and Damaris was grateful there was one home and one family they needn’t hide their true relationship from.

In fact, Damaris now got a fifteen percent discount on any orders she made at the shop, which Annette had told her was higher than anyone else received.

Damaris’s parents liked Annette well enough, though they were frustrated that Annette took up so much of Damaris’s time when she could be ingratiating herself back into Society.

Damaris sketched so fast her hand cramped, and she set down the pencil with a sigh. “Enough for now.” She reached for a cloth to wipe any lead staining her fingers.

Annette got up and sauntered toward Damaris in all her naked glory.

Heavy, rounded breasts with large, tight nipples the prettiest shade of pinkish brown Damaris had ever seen curved into a soft stomach, wide hips that begged to be held, and powerful legs that, when they moved, made her bottom sway seductively.

The short curls on her mound were barely long enough to cover the beginnings of her sex.

“Now.” She smiled. “What about this reward?”

Damaris forced herself to slowly put away her sketchbook rather than falling upon Annette like a starving beast. She had to breathe for a moment, or she’d rush the whole thing. And she didn’t want to rush today—it was their last day at the cottage before returning to the city and their work.

Then she turned back to her lover, who stood in front of her now, and grasped those wide, warm hips. Damaris leaned in and pressed a kiss to Annette’s navel, then tongued lower and lower. She nudged Annette’s thighs apart and dipped her head to taste Annette’s arousal.

“Oh!” Annette gasped, putting one hand on Damaris’s shoulder, the other on her head. “So good.”

Damaris smiled against the hot, wet flesh and continued to trace the folds of Annette’s skin, then delve inside her quim.

She loved making Annette wet for her, and she herself was already aroused from the sketching.

Damaris sucked and licked and hummed, darting upward now to ravish attention upon Annette’s bud.

Soon Annette was panting and her thighs twitched and tightened. “Enough, enough.”

Damaris didn’t stop because she knew that tone of voice and she knew what it really meant. More, more in a new way.

Annette stroked Damaris’s loose hair. “Love, you know I can’t climax while standing. You’re going to make me frustrated.”

Damaris relented. She stood quickly, nipping the tip of Annette’s nose. “Then lie with me on my lounge.”

Annette’s mouth quirked. “Only if you’re naked first.”

Damaris quickly set about divesting herself of her clothing.

Annette helped, pulling away the pink shawl to drape it elsewhere.

Damaris shimmied out of her frock, her loose hair falling around her face as she bent over.

She needed to touch Annette again. Immediately.

Her blood would boil and her skin would itch until she was touching her again.

Annette tsked suddenly, pausing to glance more closely at the shawl. “There’s a worn spot. Damaris, remind me to take a better look at this in the carriage and I’ll darn it up.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” Damaris teased, stripping off her petticoats now.

“You shouldn’t use it so often,” Annette scolded gently, setting the shawl aside and helping Damaris with her stays now.

“But I love it,” Damaris protested, setting both hands on Annette’s naked shoulders and allowing Annette to take over the undressing. She planted little kisses all along Annette’s smooth, round face. “It reminds me of you.”

Annette’s response was to let the stays drop on the ground beside them and jerk Damaris’s chemise up and over her shoulders.

Damaris wrapped Annette in her arms and tumbled back onto the chaise.

They kissed and touched and stroked, Damaris sharing Annette’s own arousal with her.

Their nipples rubbed against one another, and Damaris loved Annette’s softness, the warmth and curves of her body.

She couldn’t imagine liking this with anyone else.

Their legs tangled together until the wet heat of their bodies aligned.

Their hips rolled in tandem with one another as Damaris’s hands found Annette’s nipples.

She plucked and played with them until Annette was gasping beside her, her toes curling into Damaris’s shins.

Damaris suddenly had an idea, and she decided to surprise Annette with it. Quickly, she sat up and rotated so that her head was now near Annette’s quim and vice versa.

“You want to do that this time?” Annette asked. It was an enjoyable time for both of them, but they hadn’t done it in a while.

“You really like it,” Damaris pointed out, running her fingers through Annette’s black curls.

“You like it, too, yes?”

Damaris pressed an open mouthed kiss to Annette’s bud. “You know I love everything we do.”

They adjusted, and Annette hiked one of Damaris’s legs up over her shoulder to better reach Damaris’s core.

Damaris was already in a perfect position to reach Annette, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

She slid her hands along Annette’s soft inner thighs, framing her sex, and buried herself in Annette’s scent, taste, moans, shivers, and feel. It was heavenly.

A heartbeat later, Damaris felt Annette’s warm, flexible tongue on her own sex, and she tightened her core in anticipation.

They loved one another, moving toward a climax together, pushing higher and higher, their desire matching one another.

Damaris’s heart beat wildly, and the surge of affection she felt for Annette was nearly indescribable.

Then Annette slid a finger inside Damaris, rubbing against that perfect spot.

It nearly made Damaris come on the spot.

Sometimes in this position they teased one another—sometimes trying to make the other one find their pleasure first and faster than the other, sometimes dragging it out slowly to see who would break first and beg for satisfaction.

But today it seemed like they would move together and in perfect harmony.

Damaris, too, slid a finger inside Annette and thrust quickly, the way Annette liked.

Annette responded with a beckoning motion, which was Damaris’s favorite.

Pleasure spiraled through her, moving upward and onward.

Together they drove one another to greater heights, until Damaris was at the brink.

Her intimate muscles tightened around Annette’s finger, spasming in an attempt to hold off her climax.

“I’m close, too,” Annette gasped. “Don’t hold back, darling.”

Damaris let the pleasure unfurl around her, over her, through her.

She closed her eyes, basking in the delight of the first of many orgasms this afternoon.

Beneath her, Annette’s thighs tightened and strained.

Damaris didn’t let up, she thumbed Annette’s bud and sucked gently at the same time, and Annette flew apart under her attention.

Several moments later, when both had regained their breath, Damaris kissed Annette’s thighs.

Annette tensed beneath her, then wriggled out and turned, lying beside Damaris again so their faces aligned. She cupped Damaris’s face in her hands and kissed her deeply, thoroughly, and beautifully.

Damaris moaned, tasting herself on Annette’s tongue. Their essence mixed together in their mouths, a heady realization that made Damaris hungry for more. She stroked Annette’s hair. “Perfection, sweetheart. You’re perfection.”

Annette hummed as she kissed Damaris again. “We are together. That’s perfection.”

Damaris wholeheartedly agreed. She smiled softly into her companion’s eyes, stroking the hair curling behind Annette’s ear. “I am exceedingly lucky to have captured your interest.”

Annette stroked one finger down Damaris’s forehead, nose, and trailed down her lips, pausing at her chin. “I think we know I’m the lucky one between us.”

Damaris opened her mouth to protest, but Annette’s other hand came between them, sliding down Damaris’s belly and in between her legs. Annette rubbed Damaris’s slick, swollen flesh expertly, arousing Damaris’s lust once more.

“Again?” Damaris asked, eyebrows rising. “Already?”

“Again,” Annette agreed, and kissed Damaris’s mouth. “Again and again and again. For the rest of our lives.”

THE END

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