Page 46 of The Best Marquess

A grin tugged at his lips as he washed her lower back and hips at the speed of an elderly snail. Next, he knelt and sponged her legs, deliberately not touching her sweetly fragrant pussy even when she spread her thighs and tilted her hips, nearly shoving it in his face. “So impatient, Lady Knighton.”

“Finn,” she protested, moaning when he darted the sponge between her legs and rubbed her clitoris, before moving to wash her belly. Then he rose to his feet and ran the sponge back and forth over her nipples until she was breathing raggedly.

“There,” he said in satisfaction. “All done.”

“Hardly all done.”

“Poor disgruntled Pippet. One might think you were quite desperate to come.”

She fluttered her lashes at him, but the next thing he knew, those nimble fingers of hers had unfastened the buttons of his trouser fall, freeing his engorged cock.

“I don’t think I’m the only one,” Pippa purred, running a fingertip along his length.

“Wicked wife,” he chided, and just as quickly, trapped both her hands behind her back and arched her over one arm. Then with his free hand, he splayed his fingers at the center of her chest. Both his thumb and smallest finger were agonizingly close to her rock-hard nipples, but he merely stroked the satin skin of her breasts and traced her collarbone.

Pippa’s chest rose and fell as she writhed, trying to force him to touch her nipples. Provoked beyond endurance, Finn bent his head and lashed her left nipple with his tongue. She cried out, and he did it again and again, before fastening his lips around the taut bud and sucking voraciously.

“More,” she wailed. “Please. Touch my pussy. No, suck my nipples. I don’t know. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Finn gritted his teeth against another surge of lust, but seed was leaking from the head of his cock and the damned thing was on the verge of exploding. Reaching around, he brought one of her hands forward and pushed it between her legs, coating her fingers in the wetness from her soaked pussy. Then he wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“A contest,” he growled. “First to make the other come is the victor.”

“I’m going to win,” said Pippa, her smile both sinful and determined as she gripped his cock and slid her hand up and down.

Finn couldn’t suppress a groan of pleasure. Yet soon she groaned also as he shallowly penetrated her entrance with two fingers and teased her clitoris with his thumb.

They stared into each other’s eyes, inhaling night air sultry with the scents of wet pussy and seed and perspiration, the only sounds a sexual symphony of moans and gasps and slick fingers warring with the snap and crackle of the fire behind them.

He was going to lose. Pippa’s touch felt so, so good…

Yet just as his hips thrust, shoving his cock hard against her hand, she began grinding frantically against his palm. As he snarled in release and his seed burst forth in harsh, wracking spurts, her hot, wet pussy clamped around his fingers, pulsing wildly, and she shrieked his name.

They slumped against each other, each struggling to catch their breath.

“I think perhaps…an honorable draw?” he managed, scarcely able to form words because his mind was somewhere up among the stars.

Pippa rested her head against his chest. “Honorable?” she mumbled. “You teased me with the sponge. And you’re still fully dressed. I demand another game.”

Finn tangled his fingers in her hair. “As you wish, my lady.”

Pippa had never been a demanding woman. Usually, she was the rock that others leaned on, the keeper of secrets and provider of practical assistance. Someone who put others before herself.

But when Finn touched her…she always wanted more.

Being pleasured by him was intoxicating, a hunger that could never be sated. And tonight, she’d made the decision to set aside her cares and the rest of the intrusive world, so she could feast.

Pippa turned and rinsed her hands in the bowl of water, then unsure what to do with herself, she stepped back from Finn and folded her arms. While she craved more orgasms, being completely naked in front of her best friend would take some getting used to. “So…do you require a valet?”

“Are you offering?” he replied, his eyes glinting.

“If it gets you into bed faster, then yes.”

Finn laughed. “Greedy.”

“Guilty,” she said, in all seriousness. “Let me help you with your jacket.”

The contrary man made her wait again, removing each item of clothing like it was a priceless artifact, before draping them over a nearby chair. His shoulders and arms were pale and leanly muscled, his chest covered with a generous mat of crisp brown hair, perhaps a few shades darker than that on his head. She wanted to run her fingers through it. Rub her aching nipples against it.