A Lady's Pleasure by Robin Schone Read Free Book Online Page B

of, steeped in war and death instead of erotica.
Sexual acts he would dare ... before the storm was over.
Suddenly the cloth was on his face, cold, with the heat of her fingers penetrating underneath. Robert could feel the anger and despair of his past draining out of him, as if underneath his skin there still existed the innocent youth he had once been.
"Kiss me." His voice grated in the dark.
"Only if you tell me what you do to your fantasy woman."
He stared up at the dark silhouette hovering over him. And closed his eyes to the truth.
Abigail
was
his fantasy woman.
"I kiss her."
"Like this, you mean?" Her lips teased him, more confident now, more taunting. She gently rubbed them against his. Until he felt like his lips would burst into flame. Then she tasted them, delicately, her tongue swirling into the corners of his lips, along the seam, before her mouth opened and covered his, gradually learning the art, sucking slightly to adhere their flesh, her tongue touching his, then mapping out his mouth, the roof of his mouth he exhaled sharply at the stab of desire that shot through his groinunderneath his tongue. Her breath fanned his cheek in little warm puffs while she smoothed his hair back from his forehead.
Robert had never realized how deeply a woman's tongue could penetrate a man's defenses. He fisted his hand in the warm curtain of her hair and took control of the kiss.
Only to find that when he dueled her tongue back into her mouth, she sucked on his like he had earlier sucked on hers until she wrung from him a groan.
"What else, Robert?" Her breath was a whisper of heat on his lips. "What else do you fantasize about?"
Bloodied faces flashed before his eyes. Men he had killed. Men he had sent out on missions to be killed. Innocent women and children caught in the crossfire of war.
And with the images came the need that had kept him alive.
But Abigail wanted fantasies, not a battle-scarred soldier's needs.
Before he could think of a lie, the cold, damp cloth trailed down his neck, his chest.
He groaned, knowing what was in store for him. And found that it was a fantasy of his. A fantasy that he had never known he possessed.
"You never answered my question, earlier," she said, the cloth circling and circling a hardened nipple. "Is it as sensitive for a man here as it is for a woman?"
"Yes," he growled.
"Good." The cool cloth lifted. Only to be replaced by a scalding mouth.
He could feel the pull of her lips and tongue all the way down to his testicles. My God, he had
never
felt like this. Had never known that the male body was capable of this much sensation.
He grabbed the back of her head when she freed his nipple. "Don't stop."
"I read that a woman can orgasm from a man suckling her breast. Do you think a man can orgasm from a woman suckling his?"
Robert almost orgasmed at the mere thought. "I don't know."
He gritted his teeth, prepared for Abigail's next move. Only to find out that he was not prepared at all.
He had just spent himself not more than thirty minutes earlier.
He should not even be hard, let alone on the verge of coming. She ran the now-warm cloth past his straining manhood and cupped his testicles.
"Abigail ..."
She ignored his growl of warning.
He could sense her hesitance, could have told her the second that she made up her mind. The cloth slipped lower still, pressed into his perineum. Silky warm hair covered his groin at the same time that her mouth daintily gulped his manhood.
A jolt of heat flashed through his body.
Shame.
That he could not control himself.
Awe.
That she had brought him to this point.
"Jesus Christ.
Abigail!"
With a groan he jerked aside.
She grabbed on to him and swallowed him as deeply as she could while his flesh exploded inside her mouth.
When he could breathe again, he reached down and caressed her head, needing her close, needing to hold her. Needing her to hold him. "Come here."
She sat up. "Did I do it ... properly?"
She was trembling. With desire? Disgust?
"No one,