Devi's Paradise by Roxane Beaufort Read Free Book Online

up in cotton wool and lecture her on what was required of a good, faithful wife?
    Jamie gave her his hand as she mounted the companionway, and then led her to the rail, overlooking the dark sea carved by white spume as the May Belle drove through it. Such power of motion made the vessel judder. It was exciting and alarming, making Romilly aware of how puny humans were in the face of such an omnipotent force.
    She leaned her elbows on the carved balustrade, and then Jamie slipped his arms round her from behind, straining her to him. He swept her hair away and placed his lips on the sensitive nape of her neck. That touch shivered down her spine and connected with her nipples and loins, but she wished it was Nathan or Joshua caressing her. His hands moved over the silk, finding her every curve. She remembered him saying that they might find more freedom to be alone together once on the voyage, and this had proved true, especially at night for Jessica retired early. He had become bolder, insisting that there would be no harm in intimacy as they were to be married, but something deep within her urged restraint.
    ‘I should go below,’ she said, but he spun her round and captured her lips with his, tongue penetrating, seeking, demanding. She pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him away. ‘No, Jamie,’ she said firmly, though her heart was thudding and dew wetting her cleft. ‘I’ve already told you I won’t do it till our wedding night.’
    He stood back, with frowning brows and sulky mouth. ‘Then you don’t love me.’
    ‘That’s foolish talk. I’m being sensible, and know that you’ll lose respect for me if I give in. I’m a lady, not a whore.’
    ‘You’re my darling and I adore you,’ he protested, throwing himself on his knees in front of her and then pushing up her skirts and grabbing her legs, sliding his hands higher till they reached the buckled garters that upheld her stockings.
    Romilly was riveted, knowing she should resist, but unable to control the pleasure that bounded through her as his fingers found the soft, silky skin of her inner thighs and going further, the curly hair that shielded her secrets. Nathan had done this to her but they were interrupted before she climaxed. Now there was nothing to stop her and she wanted this sensation, recreating it herself sometimes, but always daydreaming of Nathan.
    Emboldened by her lack of resistance Jamie burrowed beneath her gown. She felt his breath on her pubic hair, then his fingers parting her labial wings and his tongue darting to that sensitive little nodule that crowned her delta. She gasped, clenched her hands on the taffrail and went with the flow. She was unable to help herself, Jamie’s tongue and lips a miracle, delving and prying, dipping and sucking. She could almost forget there was anyone there beneath her voluminous petticoats and imagine that his tongue was a disembodied creature, created purely for her pleasure.
    She forgot that there might be members of the crew on duty. Someone was on watch all night, so Joshua had said. Thinking of him and wondering if he, too, would enjoy using his mouth on her, brought her ever closer till she reached her extremity, giving a little cry, her hips jerking. Jamie held her still, licking and slurping, taking her down gently from those delirious heights.
    His face appeared from beneath the silken covering and he was smiling, his lips glistening with her juice. He stood up and his breeches were undone, his penis jutting forth, not so large as Nathan’s but an impressive weapon nonetheless.
    ‘Pleasure me as I’ve just pleasured you,’ he whispered, holding it in his right hand and working the foreskin up and down over the darkly infused helm. ‘Touch it. That’s right, and stroke my cods.’
    She wanted to help him, wanted to hold a man’s cock in her palm again. It was weeks since she’d been caught with the actor. It felt smooth and hard and hot, and Jamie groaned as she took it in her