Pursued By The Viscount (12 page)

How could Lucien resist her?

Chapter 11

Rachel could not deny her nervousness by the time she had divested herself of her clothing and climbed quickly beneath the covers to watch Lucien finish undressing.

Magnificent.

There was no other word that suited his nakedness quite so well as that. His hair was disheveled from the removal of his shirt. Once he was completely naked, she was able to admire the wide expanse of his shoulders and defined chest. There was a dusting of dark hair about copper colored nipples. His waist was slender, legs long and muscular.

Her gaze moved shyly back up. His cock was fully aroused, jutting out fiercely from his body, engorged veins along its length, the bulbous head glistening from the release of the juices she had so enjoyed tasting yesterday.

The last of her nervousness left her, and she was instead filled with a quiet confidence at this physical evidence of Lucien’s desire for her. “Come to bed.” She turned back the bedcovers beside her.

Lucien pulled those covers down completely and off the bottom of the bed so that he could enjoy looking at Rachel’s nakedness: small uptilted breasts, slender waist, curvaceous hips, damp blonde curls between her thighs, her legs shapely, feet tiny.

He intended paying homage to every delicious inch of her.

But first… “I like this down.” He removed the pins from her hair, allowing her blonde tresses to tumble loose about her shoulders and onto the pillows behind her. “You are so beautiful. So desirable.” He kissed her nipples in turn, moistening them with his tongue before blowing on them softly, lifting his head to watch as they engorged to the size of ripened blackberries. “God, you are lovely.” He proceeded to caress, kiss, and suck every inch of her.

Rachel squirmed with pleasure now, rather than this morning’s discomfort, as Lucien proceeded to pleasure her with his lips and hands. She was lost in a haze of that pleasure by the time Lucien moved to kneel between her thighs, taking his cock in hand before guiding the bulbous head to the entrance to her channel and moistening it with her juices.

She tensed instinctively, biting her bottom lip, knowing Lucien would not mean to hurt her, but very much afraid—

Oh dear God…

It did not hurt at all as that moistened head slowly breached the entrance, stretching her, filling her completely, as Lucien carefully proceeded to push inch by glorious inch inside her greedily contracting channel.

Lucien stilled once his cock was buried to the hilt inside Rachel’s heat. His eyes darkened as he looked down to where her pussy was stretched around the generous girth of his cock. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

“I am not hurting you?” His voice was a low rasp as he exerted control over the fierce need to thrust inside her.

“Not at all,” she assured him with a happy laugh. “It is glorious, Lucien. Absolutely glorious. I am so full, and the pleasure is so…so intense.”

He lay between her parted thighs, supported by his elbows so as not to crush her with his much heavier weight.

Rachel was having none of it. Her arms moved up about his shoulders, and she drew him down so that she could kiss him.

Lucien lost the last of his control as her tongue immediately breached his lips in a parody of his cock now thrusting in and out of her welcoming pussy.

He had been hard, poised on the edge of release for so long now, that Lucien knew he would not last. His cock was constantly squeezed and caressed by the contracting of Rachel’s hot pussy as he thrust in and out.

“It is too good,” he groaned, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily, lowering his head to capture her nipple in his mouth as the pressure built in his balls. He suckled hard, in the same rhythm as his thrusting hips, each grasping glide and squeeze of her pussy taking him ever closer to hurtling over the edge of release.

But not without Rachel. He wanted her to remember their time together as one of pure pleasure. For her to lie in this bed later tonight and think back to their time together, a smile on her lips and a glow in her eyes.

“Oh God, Lucien,” she gasped. “Dear God…” She screamed as she climaxed, her channel contracting time and time again about his cock.
 

Lucien bit down on her nipple to draw out the last of her release before quickly withdrawing his cock when the heat of his own release pulsed up from his balls. “Rachel…!” he gasped. Her hand moved between them, and her fingers closed about his cock to pump out every last drop of his release between them before he collapsed, completely spent, onto her breasts.

Rachel’s fingers moved caressingly through the silkiness of Lucien’s hair as they lay together, his breathing ragged, his spent cock still semihard against her belly.

This had truly been the most profound experience of her life. A revelation.

Lovemaking was pure pleasure.

Lovemaking
with Lucien
was pure pleasure, she corrected, knowing it was making love with this man that had made all the difference. Lucien’s gentleness. His care. His consideration for what she had suffered in the past. His desire that she know only pleasure in their lovemaking.

All so very different from those years she had been married to James—

No, Lucien was right, James had no place here, in this bed with Lucien. She knew he never would again. James’s power over her, his abuse, was all gone. Washed away, cleansed by the man she now held in her arms.

She smiled teasingly at Lucien when he lifted his head to look at her. “You may consider your apology accepted.”

He gave a throaty chuckle. “Are you absolutely sure? With very little encouragement, I am sure I could apologize again?” He stroked his semihard cock along the slickness of her pussy.

“Goodness.” Rachel’s eyes widened as she felt his cock lengthening, thickening, becoming hard again.

“Goodness has absolutely nothing to do with what I wish to do to and with you,” he assured her. “But first…” He moved to sit on the side of the bed before standing and going into her dressing room.

Rachel watched him, loving the play of muscles across Lucien’s back and buttocks, the tempting glimpses she had of his balls. Loving the fact that he felt no awkwardness in his nakedness.

Loving him?

Perhaps. It was too soon for her to know how she felt about him. Except to know she enjoyed being with him, making love with him. Lucien made her feel wholly desirable, had restored her confidence as being a woman men wanted and wished to be with.

He returned with a cloth, which he then used to cleanse away the evidence of his release, first from Rachel and then himself, his cock once again fully engorged and erect. “We will wait until another time if you are still sore?” He dropped the cloth onto the floor before lying beside her on the bed.

Had she been sore? That seemed such a long time ago. Now there was only a pleasurable ache, heat, and moistness where that soreness had been.
 

She smiled at him. “I believe I might be persuaded into accepting a second apology.”

“You have no idea how much I hoped that might be the case!”

Their lovemaking was slower the second time, each more knowledgeable of what the other liked. Rachel reached her peak twice more under the caress of Lucien’s hands and lips before he slowly entered her again.

He rolled over onto his back, taking Rachel with him, his cock still buried inside her heat. “Make me suffer,” he growled, head resting back on the pillows. “Torture me by withholding my release.”

“I can do that?” She felt self-conscious sitting impaled on top of him like this, thighs parted, her knees resting either side of him on the bed. Her bared breasts, tipped by red and swollen nipples, tilted forward only inches away from his face.

“You can do whatever you wish with me, pet,” he encouraged.

She looked at those copper-colored nipples nestled amid the dark hair on his chest. “Are yours as sensitive as mine are?”

“Twist them and see.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, not sure that she dare take such liberties… Of course she dare. From this moment on, she was a different Rachel. A more confident Rachel. Besides, Lucien had invited her to do exactly as she wished with him.

Her caresses were tentative at first, barely grazing those copper nubbins. Lucien’s indrawn breath, followed by a groan, was enough to make her bolder. Lucien was soon writhing beneath her as she tweaked and twisted his nipples, his cock a constant throb inside her.

“You are not allowed to release,” she reminded him, her hands continuing to arouse his nipples as she leaned forward slightly to lift herself up slowly, able to feel every vein in his cock against her sensitive channel. She ceased moving, leaving only the wider mushroom head inside her before lowering herself again as slowly.

She made the same move half a dozen times more, Lucien’s face twisted into a mask of pleasure and pain by the time she increased the speed. Her nails dug into his chest now as she moved up and then down more quickly, each long stroke of Lucien’s cock touching something inside her that sent pleasure coursing through her.

“Watch,” Lucien encouraged gruffly, his own gaze fixed on where their two bodies were joined. “Lean back and put your hands on my thighs.” His hands gripped her hips as he now aided her in moving up and down his lengthy shaft.

Watching Lucien’s cock as it first thrust into and then slowly withdrew from her channel, time and time again, coated in the slickness of her juices, became hypnotic. So much so, Rachel lost all sense of herself and could see them only as one being, irrevocably joined as the passion and pleasure spiraled out of control.

Her body arched, and she screamed as she climaxed at the same time she heard Lucien’s cry and felt the hot burst of his seed inside her. That heat prolonged her own climax as pulse after pulse of molten fire filled her and then began to leak hotly onto Lucien’s dark curls and down her thighs.

Lucien lay back weakly against the pillows, completely spent, unable to think when or if he had ever climaxed twice in such a short time before now. Before Rachel. She truly was magnificent in her pleasure, gave as much as she received, aroused him as no other woman ever had.
 

“I am not sure I can move.” She collapsed forward onto his chest.

“Then stay exactly as you are.” Lucien’s arms moved about her as he kissed the dampness of her temple. “We can have food and drink brought up and never have to leave this bed again.”

As tempting as that sounded, Rachel knew he was only speaking in the aftermath of passion. Lucien had his household and estates to run, and she had her own responsibilities. “I wish we could,” she said regretfully. “Unfortunately, we have spent far too long in bed together this morning already.” She had no idea what the time was, but surely several hours had passed since the two of them retired to her bedchamber? Becky and William would be returning from their walk in the park soon, and it would not do for Lucien to still be in her bedchamber when they did.

Lucien rolled her over onto her side, facing her as he raised a hand to sweep the hair back from her face. “I have enjoyed today immensely.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “May I return tonight?”

Her frown was quizzical. “Have you not spent enough time with me today already?”

“No. Have you had enough of me?” It surprised him to realize he was holding his breath as he waited for her answer. That her answer
mattered
to him. A great deal.

“No,” she answered huskily.

Lucien felt the tension leave his shoulders. “Then I shall return this evening, and we will have dinner together. I am sure we will be able to find something to amuse us after dinner.” His voice lowered with wicked intent.

A delicate blush colored her cheeks. “Is pleasure always like this? Creating a need, a desire, to be with and touch each other constantly?”

Lucien had no experience from which he could find an answer to that question. His relationships in the past, with the few mistresses he had engaged, had always been arranged and at agreed-upon times. Unimpassioned affairs that served the purpose of relieving his physical needs and that of the lady. He had never spent time with them in between those trysts, nor spoken with any them in the way he and Rachel spent time together and talked. Nor had he ever wished to do so.

Whatever was happening between himself and Rachel, he knew it was not driven by passion alone.

He had known this woman intimately for only a matter of days, but in that short time, he knew he had come to hunger for her touch, her kisses. To hunger for
her
.

“You do not have other plans for the evening…?”

Rachel shook her head. “I wrote this morning and canceled all my social engagements for the rest of the week. I am too upset and unsettled by Stanforth’s threats to be able to go out and behave as if everything is as usual in my life.”

Stanforth.

Whatever they did, wherever they went, that bastard always intruded. It was time Lucien dealt with him once and for all. His men might even have information for him now that would aid him in settling the matter. Maybe then Rachel would be able to live her life without fear.

“I will return in time for dinner.” He gave her one last lingering kiss before carefully easing his softening cock from Rachel’s pussy. Once standing, he picked up the washcloth and went back into the dressing room to rinse it in some of the water he poured from the jug on her washstand before cleansing himself.