Vauxhall Vixen by Cindy Lee Read Free Book Online Page B

enthusiastically lifted her face to receive his kisses as she savored the feeling of his strong forearms wrapped around her body. What a wondrous sensation, she thought, to be held in such a manner. It was as if she were as fragile as a doll made of china but yet as something so significant to warrant the strength of this embrace.
    “I want to pleasure you with my mouth, Vivian,” he whispered against her lips after several seconds of heightened bliss.
    Vivian reluctantly pulled away and then struggled to make sense of the viscount’s words as the heady effects from his kisses slowly receded. “I am experiencing nothing but satisfaction, my lord. This is a wondrous diversion for me, I assure you.”
    “I want to give you something better than a simple diversion, my dear. I want to provide you with something more exciting than the fireworks on display at Vauxhall this evening. In fact, I intend to spark your body with a fire that far surpasses any stimulation created by a firework exhibit!”
    Vivian kept her hands wrapped around the viscount’s neck as he spoke. Her feelings of trust and care which she had sensed from her companion earlier in the evening surfaced once more. “I am in your very capable hands, my lord,” she answered as she quickly made her decision to follow his lead. “I am quite eager to experience even a small part of what you seem to be proposing!”
    “I assure you, Vivian, I intend to provide you with nothing less than a grand portion of passion and desire. Stand over here against the wall, my dear.”
    Vivian walked to the far side of the room and stood with her back against the wall. Lord Maxton stationed himself directly in front of her. She wasted no time as she quickly raised both hands to clasp them across the back of his neck. She eagerly lifted her face up to his to receive more of his delicious kisses. “Not quite so fast, my dear,” the viscount calmly reprimanded her and took a step backward. He bent over causing Vivian to release her hold upon his neck. Then he gathered the hem of her gown into his hands. She moved her palms slowly across his back in a gentle stroking motion for a few moments and then dropped them to hang limply at her sides.
    Her hands were not permitted to stay idle long. Lord Maxton held out the bunched material from the front of her gown. Vivian became aware of the cool night air as it flowed across her exposed limbs. The viscount stared appreciatively down at her shapely legs. “I must request you to hold this for me once again, my dear.”
    Vivian grasped the material from her gown as if it was a lifeline of sorts. Her entire body was shaking but it was definitely not from the cool air in the room. She was on fire. She could feel beads of moisture pooling upon her forehead. At that moment, Lord Maxton brushed the tips of his fingers upward, across her stockings, to come to rest on the bare skin at the apex of her thighs and once again she felt liquid forming inside her canal. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. This slight adjustment in her stance caused her naked mound to thrust forward directly in front of Lord Maxton’s lowered head.
    “Ah, yes, lovely Vivian. Enjoy what I am giving to you, my dear.” Then she felt the warm, moist sensation of Lord Maxton’s tongue as he began to lick the delicate nub at the center of her slit.
    She whimpered at the intensely pleasurable touches as the viscount laved and flicked his tongue over the tender skin of her bud. He licked and sucked her until she was hot and swollen with a heady need for release. Vivian felt as if she were drowning but there was no sense of panic, only an intense yearning, a need for some type of deliverance.
    At that moment, Lord Maxton pressed and sucked the swollen skin with even more vigor and the fireworks he had promised her earlier erupted in one unbelievably intense explosion of sensation, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.
    Vivian’s chest rose