Page 56 of Pride, Prejudice & Wicked Pleasure

“Do you wish to speak your word of safety?”

“No. I wish for you to spank me.”

“Truly?”

“Yes!”

“Then I must oblige.”

Two! The punishment was nearly over.

She came near to cursing on the next wallop.

One! Relief was secondary to the agitation swirling in her loins.

“Well done,” he said with sincerity.

My reward, she wanted to urge.

"We will finish upon the bed,” he said.

“Are we not finished?” she asked after he had scooped her up.

“Are you satisfied to end now?”

She would have been perfectly content, but now she was curious. “If there is more to the lesson, I am ready.”

Now that her lust had been satiated, she was conscious of her nudity. She made a move to pull the bedclothes over her, but he stayed her hand. He moved onto the bed next to her. The bulge at his crotch caught her eye.

“Is there—what—rather, should I return the favour?”

“These lessons are for your benefit, not mine,” he replied almost as if he were vexed with her.

“But…”

He closed her mouth with his. She thrilled at the pressure of his lips over hers. Would she ever tire of kissing? No two were alike and held a myriad of possible characteristics and sequences, from short and sweet, slow and gentle, to long and passionate, fast and forceful. When his arm encircled her midsection and pulled her closer, her arms went around his neck. She liked the warmth of his body and the scent of his shaving pomade. What little she had learned of kissing through their exchange, she attempted to return. It seemed to incite him, for his kisses became ardent, hungry. He grasped a buttock. She would have yelped in surprise if his mouth did not muffle hers. He squeezed her arse, and before she could comment or object, he had rolled atop her, pinning her body beneath his as he continued to explore the depths of her mouth.

Her nipples dug into his chest and she could feel his protrusion hard against her thigh. She was suddenly quite curious about the object. Upon instinct, she moved her leg and rubbed against it. He went instantly to his knees. Propping himself up, his body hovering above hers, he moved his attention from her mouth to her breasts. He flicked his tongue at a nipple, then covered it with his mouth. She groaned when he began to suck. The heat between her legs churned. She watched as he teased the sensitive bud till her back arched and she thought she might go mad. He trailed kisses down to her navel and farther to her—

Surely he did not intend…

Heart thudding, she clenched her thighs together. But he parted her knees and settled himself between them. She shut her eyes, embarrassed and hardly able to believe that he was in such an intimate area. At first she felt only his breath there.

“Calm yourself,” he instructed. “I mean only to kiss you here.”

The force of her dream came rushing back to her. Only it wasn’t Darcy between her legs. It was a skilled lover—nay, instructor. His earlier actions had pushed her arousal beyond where she could truly halt herself from seeking that joyful end. But could she enjoy the action when her dream had left her soured of the vision?

“What is amiss, mademoiselle?”

Given his location, she could not look him in the eye.

“Nothing. Rather, I simply feel a little uncertain…”

“Do you require the safety word?”

Perhaps, she thought to herself. Aloud, she said, “Proceed first.”

He kissed the down at the base of her pelvis. When he flicked his tongue at the wanton little rosebud between her folds, she nearly leaped off the bed.