Memoirs of Lady Montrose by Virginnia DeParte Read Free Book Online Page A

area in the guest accommodation and she threw open the French Doors. The larks feasting on worms in the garden after overnight rain made her smile. Life was so good. She’d shower in the guest quarters then recline on the bed in wanton splendour, and wait for Mortlock. Would he have any surprises for her today? She loved his surprises.
    Hot water streamed down her back as she massaged her bubble-covered hair. She felt Mortlock slide his hand between her buttocks. It had to be Mortlock , surely? No one else is in the house. She yelped and, squinting, she looked over her shoulder.
    “You gave me a fright. You’re early. Let me rinse myself first.”
    He kept his hand between her legs, caressing her, searching with gentle strokes. She took a step but he moved with her, his hand remaining in place, his fingers questing.
    “No hurry. I’ll just keep you company, m’lady.” His naked chest pressed against her back, and his desire prodded her when she leant forward to rinse her hair. He withdrew his touch and embraced her hips, sliding his hands up her wet belly, to grasp her breasts, then he began to massage her nipples.
    Until she had all the foam out of her hair and face, she couldn’t concentrate and Mortlock took advantage of her vulnerability. She pushed, easing his pressure on her back, as she tilted her chin to rinse her face. In a flash he moved in front of her. He lifted her thighs to rest her against the shower wall, then opened her legs wide and slid her body down onto his cock.
    The water poured over them. She locked her legs around his hips, her arms resting on his shoulders, and relaxed on to him as he moved in her. Moments later he lifted her high off his rampant cock and stood her on the shower base. Taking her hand, he led her out onto the warm tiled floor where he wrapped her in a large soft towel then patted her dry. There wasn’t a crease or hollow he missed, easing her legs astride he knelt and dried her heat, finishing with a light nip of her clit. This action promised of things to come and her desire coursed through her like the ripples of an incoming tide.
    He led her to the guest bed where he’d already turned back the covers and a shiver of excitement raced up her legs and back.
    He gestured to the bed with a mock bow and she climbed up onto the fresh crisp sheets to sit and look at him. He was magnificent, ready to please her. She raised her eyebrows and he gently pushed her down onto her back, then straightened her legs and walked to take his place at the end of the bed.
    He began to suck her toes, one at a time. His licked along her insteps before trailing his tongue over her feet and around her ankles. Next he knelt astride her and mouthed his way up her legs, gently pushing them apart the farther he licked.
    His slow progress lit her insides like a flame. The waiting would be worth it if she could prevent her climax bolting away. He used his teeth to rain small nips across her stomach and kissed her breasts. He licked and kissed them in turn with more sweet bites. Her nipples ached with desire. He knew her body so well and what she liked best. Desire sang in her ears.
    “Now, Mortlock,” she demanded
    “Not yet,” he murmured in her ear, “soon.”
    She watched him slide off the bed, startled by his swift movements. He turned her on her side and pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed.
     She smelt rose oil. She felt his caress between her legs, across her sex several times before he circled her ass. Her muscles tightened.
    “Relax,” he instructed. “Just wait a minute.” There was an urgent quaver in his voice and she heard the crackle of paper. He sounded anxious. It was unusual for Mortlock to sound tense.
    “What is it?” Distracted by the noise, her mind began to wander. Her desire slipped from a song to a mere hum, still a deep throbbing demand yet dulled by the delay.
    She closed her eyes to keep her attention focused, holding on to the promise that tingled between her