Page 142 of A Very Bellamy Christmas

And then, before she was fully back in possession of her faculties, he spread her legs and lowered himself between them.

***

Stacia jolted at the feeling of something unspeakably soft on her thigh.

She had barely been aware when Lord Shelton—Andrew, why avoid such an intimacy after what he had just done to her—had lifted her from her wanton pose over his hips and laid her out.

Now, feeling the heat of his broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs, she pushed up onto her elbows.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathily.

“I am licking you,” he said, his tone so normal he might have said, I am going for a walk.

“But…why?”

“Because you taste good.”

“I do?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured, the firm, wet swipe of his tongue running up the top of her thigh, through the crease and then continuing without pausing into her private curls.

She squawked. “My lord! What—”

“Andrew,” he muttered, and then his tongue—slick, hot, and insistent—pushed between her nether lips.

Stacia was so shocked that she could only stare into the gloom—wide eyed and wide-mouthed—as he moaned and burrowed into her, shoulders shifting and nudging while he parted her with skilled, gentle fingers.

It was unbelievably, deliciously, wickedly filthy.

It was also the second-best thing she had ever felt—the first having occurred only moments before—and she was powerless to stop him.

His voice rumbled in the darkness. “If you had allowed me any light, I would make you watch what I do, Stacia.”

Her jaw sagged lower.

“But it is like a coal mine in here. So, lie back, relax, and allow me to enjoy myself.” He nudged her legs even wider and lowered his mouth until his tongue prodded at the opening to her body.

“Andrew!” she gasped.

“Hmm?” he murmured in between long, languorous licks, the tip of his tongue flicking into her with each stroke.

“This is—it’s—”

His mouth lifted off her. “What is it?” he asked, his voice thick with desire, amusement, and curiosity.

Stacia didn’t have the strength to tell him that what he was doing was wrong. How could she, when it felt so very right?

***

For one tense moment Andrew thought she might stop him. But when she flopped onto her back with a groan, he knew he’d won.

He grinned in triumph and threw himself into his pleasurable task, his plan for the next hour laid out in his mind as clearly as any military commander had ever conceived a battle strategy.

Her tiny little erection was too sensitive so soon after her orgasm, but there was plenty to keep him happily occupied until he could make her come again. He used his tongue to do what his cock was not allowed to and fucked her with leisurely precision, feasting on her sweet pussy until she forgot about how shocking all this was and her hips began to lift—her body’s way of demanding more—only then did he move back to her clitoris, licking and gently sucking until she was grinding against him.

He opened his jaws wider and took as much of her cunt as he could fit into his mouth.

A moment later she cried out and lifted off the bed, body convulsing as she flooded his mouth with her bliss.