Persuasion (The Wild and Wanton Edition) by Micah Persell Read Free Book Online Page A

on his face once again as he pressed a soft kiss to her fingertips. He seemed to steel himself, and then he placed her hand flat against the area near of the top button of his waistcoat. As his hand, now done with its duty, returned to grasp her upper arm, she felt muscles she did not know a man would possess flex beneath her fingers. She could not prevent an exploratory rotation of her hand, and the muscles she had just discovered rippled even more.
    She looked at his face once again and noticed his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down erratically. His lips were parted. His breaths were coming quicker than was usual, and his eyelids were lowered halfway.
    She realized with a start that even this simple touch was affecting him greatly. Feeling a power that was both new and wonderful, Anne rotated her hand again, pointing her fingers downward, and slowly began to slide her palm down the plane of his abdomen.
    His breathing increased in pace, and his lids lowered even more so that the lashes from top and bottom almost met.
    Anne heard her own breathing increase, and she felt warmth swell at the apex of her thighs. Her fingers encountered the slight dip of his belly button, and then, right below it, the fabric of his breeches abruptly flared out. Her fingertips brushed against the blunt tip of his arousal, and he groaned sharp and deep and with such obvious pleasure that Anne dared to explore even further. She trailed her fingers down the outside of his breeches from the tip of his shaft and wrapt her hand around him as far as the fabric and his size would allow. She squeezed, and he made a noise that sounded close to a whimper.
    It was so
hard
. She could not imagine how his body accommodated such a thing. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a whisper.
    “
Yes
.”
    She gasped, jerking her hand away. “I am sorry!”
    He caught her hand and brought it back to the front of his breeches where, miraculously, his arousal had grown even harder. “Oh, Anne, it does not hurt that way.” He pressed her fingers against him. “It
aches
,” he said hoarsely. “For you.”
    She could understand that. The warm area between her thighs was now uncomfortably achy as well. Anne shifted restlessly on her feet, and she discovered that she was
wet
in the area that dully throbbed to the same rhythm as her erratic heartbeat.
    “I ache, too,” she murmured distractedly.
    She heard his quick intake of air, and then the hand that was not holding her fingers against his arousal grabbed her free hand.
    He intertwined their fingers. “Where, darling?”
    Too desperate to be embarrassed, Anne guided their laced fingers to her lower belly. She did not have to guide him further.
    Frederick slipped his fingers from hers and cupped her mound through her skirts. They both moaned. “So warm,” he muttered almost unintelligibly.
    And that was the last time either of them could string intelligent words together. He curved his fingers upward and brushed against a point of focus that shot through her. Anne swayed forward as her knees weakened, and Frederick scooped her against him with the hand that had been holding her fingers against his arousal.
    He grunted softly, and then his lips descended upon hers. This was not the sweet and innocent kiss. This was not even the kiss where their tongues had lightly dueled. This was a full, sensual invasion of Anne’s senses.
    He thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, sliding it against hers in a rhythm that Anne found made her even more mad for him. His fingers where he cupped her moved again, rubbing back and forth against the epicentre of her need. She moved her own fingers where they were surrounding his length, squeezing and releasing.
    It was wonderful.
    It was not enough.
    She whimpered and moved her hand against him even faster. “More,” she pled against his lips.
    He made a noise of assent and lowered her to the grass without separating their lips or removing his hand from the area where she needed him