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Authors: Mary Wine

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The hand in her hair tightened. “I am sure that I can reciprocate well; the question, will you be able to impress me with your firm stance when it is your turn? Two may play the game of teasing, Justina.”
She drew in a stiff breath and his hand gently rubbed at the tense muscles of her neck. Her clitoris began to throb between the folds of her slit. She trembled while her fingers gently toyed with a man's flesh. It had been a very long time since she had been affected so deeply while being intimate.
“Come, Justina, pleasure me, and while you are doing it, think upon the fact that I plan to repay you touch for touch and rapture for rapture.”
He pulled his shirt off, allowing her to see his length clearly. The head of his cock was flared and red. The slit glistened with a drop of fluid that she leaned forward and licked away. She had done it before, but tonight she heard his swift intake of breath and shivered with enjoyment because she had caused him to respond to her. That knowledge was like dry tinder, cast down onto the gentle flames building inside her. It caught instantly, making her hungry for far more.
Her hands moved up, stroking along his member, gently gliding over the satin-smooth skin. A man's cock was every bit as sensitive as her own slit, and the memory of the last time they had lain together made her eager to take her time teasing him. The French court was even more traitorous for women than England's. But it seemed that French women had learned to beguile their men with more than the parting of their thighs. The technique of frenching had come back from campaigns and the King was rumored to enjoy it most well.
Justina smiled. She planned to make sure Synclair enjoyed more than any man ever had.
She leaned forward, allowing her jaw to relax and open to take his girth. His skin smelled of soap, and the head of his cock entered her mouth completely.
“Holy Christ.”
His hand returned to her hair, but this time he cupped the back of her head, gently guiding her toward what he craved. She heard his breathing become rough and hurried, a tiny indication that he was being pressed closer to the point where his control would fail and his body would take command.
That was what she wanted. She needed to be the one who drew a climax from him, while she remained in control. It was an insane desire, many might claim an unnatural one in a woman, but she pulled her head back and then returned to take more of his length. His hips began to thrust against her and she took more of his member. She fingered his sac, teasing the wrinkled skin as she felt his cock swelling harder against her tongue. She closed her lips around his girth, making them tight as he pulled out of her mouth.
He trembled, and she didn't wait for him to thrust back against her but wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and pushed her mouth down to where her fingers held him.
“Justina—”
Her name was nothing but a ragged moan. He was fighting the urge to hold his seed back. She could feel it in the way his cock continued to harden, to the point that it seemed too rigid to not cause him pain. She worked her mouth back and forth in quick motions while his hand tightened on the back of her head. His hips drove toward her, moving faster and faster until he groaned. A warm burst of seed filled her mouth, followed by several more. Justina continued to move, drawing a strangled sound from Synclair as his member pumped out the last few spurts of his seed.
She sat back on her knees, gently stroking his cock with her fingers. She kept her touch delicate because she knew his flesh was extremely sensitive now.
Synclair suddenly cursed. It was a nasty grouping of words that drew a small giggle from her.
“That wasn't exactly the sort of comment I might hope for after frenching a man.”
She rose to her feet and walked to the table to lift one of the goblets up to her lips. She was suddenly nervous, wondering what sort of treatment he might give her now that he had been pleasured. Most men lay down and slept, completely ignoring the woman who had pleasured them.
The wine had cooled but it was not yet cold. Two hands cupped her shoulders and she felt him against her back.
“Are you accustomed to being ignored after servicing a man on your knees?”
He whispered the words but she felt them in her soul.
“Yes.”
One tortured word that represented years of frustration as she had tried to come to terms with the place her husband had told her was for women. It was the same thing that Biddeford forced her to submit to. She would please and expect to be left wanting.
Synclair turned her, plucking the goblet from her fingers and setting it aside. His eyes were brilliant, shimmering with emotion that touched her heart.
“Do not expect such from me.”
There was a subtle warning in his voice that sent a shaft of tenderness through her. The word
lover
surfaced once more from her thoughts but she did not have time to dwell on it. Synclair plucked the pins from her hair until it fell down to cover her shoulders and back. She heard them hitting the tabletop in tiny tapping motions before he combed her freed locks with his fingers. The motion pulled the strands, just a small amount, and she tipped her head back, her eyes closing as sensation took control of her mind.
“I do not know what to expect from you, beyond the fact that you are not like any other man I have ever known.”
It was the most that she had ever shared of her tender feelings with any man. She opened her eyes and found him still watching her with those blue eyes that both unnerved her and soothed her. Tonight, they were full of promise.
“That is something I have longed to hear from your lips, Justina. More than you could possibly know.”
“Why?” The question crossed her lips before she thought about the wisdom in asking. She couldn't be disappointed if she did not voice the question. Nervousness invaded her, making her feel vulnerable. She walked past him, keenly aware of the fact that she was still fully clothed while he was completely bare.
“You mean because you think you bring me nothing?”
She turned to peek at him over her shoulder. “Exactly.”
His expression was hard and he shook his head. “I agree with you on one thing you said before, Justina.” His tone deepened. “That the poison that took your husband to hell took him there too gently for the sins he was guilty of.”
He closed the space between them and pulled her against his body. “For he was a selfish bastard that your father should be whipped for wedding you to.”
He pressed his lips down onto hers in a kiss that was full of the passion she heard in his voice. Justina reached for him, her hands tangling in his hair while his tongue swept over her lower lip. Sweet sensation shot down her frame. She trembled with growing anticipation and opened her mouth to allow him a deeper kiss. The bold thrust of his tongue made her gasp. The walls of her passage felt empty and in need of his hard flesh. She felt him working the laces along the back of her dress, letting out a frustrated sound when the ties knotted and refused to slide from their eyelets.
Justina laughed and allowed him to turn her so that he might see the laces.
“I am going to keep you in a chemise.”
The bodice of her gown sagged down her front and she moved away from him, peeking back at him through the curtain of her unbound hair.
“But I do not belong to you, Synclair. I am your lover and not bound to obey you.” She moved farther away and turned in a full circle so that her skirts flared up to give him a glimpse of her ankles and calves. “I believe I like being your lover very much.”
He grinned, bright and menacing. “I plan to ensure that you cannot live without being my lover.”
He took a step toward her and she shook her head. One of his eyebrows rose in question.
“Stay there.”
“Why?”
Justina smiled and allowed the bodice of her gown to slip down her chest. His attention dropped to it instantly.
“Because I am your lover and I may give you instructions, too.”
He folded his arms over his chest, the action making his arms look thicker with muscle. “I await your command.”
She was playing. Justina had to suppress the urge to giggle like a girl because it had been so long since she had simply given herself over to imagination. Of course, it was not quite the same as when she was a child, her gaze drifted over the man in front of her. His body amazed her; it was so different from her own and yet she craved to be in contact with it. The hard expanse of his chest was covered in light hair that her breasts longed to be pressed against.
Her attention sank lower, until she was looking at his cock. It stood erect, the flesh still hard. He suddenly chuckled.
“You seem to have become distracted, my lady, so perhaps I should take command.” He moved closer but stopped before reaching her. “Release the gown.”
There was the ring of firm authority in his voice and she recalled it well from her time at Amber Hill. She had listened to him ordering the men to their posts and duties, but her cheeks turned scarlet in response to hearing him command her.
“Do it now, Justina. Release that dress so that I might watch it fall to the floor.”
She did so, and the bodice draped down to expose her long stays, but the skirts were still resting on her hooped slip. He frowned, clearly disappointed.
“You seem rather ill-prepared to give commands in this subject.” Justina teased him gently.
One of his light eyebrows rose. “I adapt quickly.”
He reached out and gripped the waistband of her hoop slip between both of his hands. He snapped it quickly, and she felt the small button that held it closed pop off, the threads broken.
“You mustn't ruin my clothing. It costs a fortune to attend court.”
Synclair wasn't interested in her concern. His hands found the band of her hip roll and snapped it exactly as he had the slip. A moment later, it all slithered down her body to puddle around her legs. He reached forward and lifted her right out of the mess and carried her to the bed.
“All the more reason for us to wed and retire to the country where you may wear more practical dresses that are easier for me to remove.”
She reached up and sealed his lips with her fingers. He snorted at her and laid her down on the bed. The blankets had been pulled back to the foot, prepared for them. The bed ropes creaked as he joined her, hugging her tightly against him while he rolled over so that they were further into the huge bed.
He stopped with her on top of him and her knees settled on the surface of the bed on either side of his hips. His cock was pressed against his belly and her slit, making her shiver. She drew in a stiff breath, her clitoris throbbing for attention.
“I hear some men worry about women getting the notion that they might rise above their male counterparts in this life, but I must say, I see advantages.”
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples.
“You are part boy.”
He smiled at her, looking exactly like a boy plotting mischief.
“And I enjoy sneaking treats between meals.”
He sat up and rolled her onto her back. He did it so quickly she didn't have time to react. In a moment, he had slid down her body and parted her thighs. He spread her wide, pushing her knees up to the level of her waist while hovering over her sex.
“Ah, the sweetest flesh any man ever had the privilege to dine upon.”
He separated her folds even further, and she felt the brush of the winter air against her clitoris. Only for a moment before he lowered his head and his tongue lapped through the center of her slit. She jerked and twisted, her body responding instantly. She heard his chuckle.
“You did challenge me, Lady.” His eyes glittered with determination. “I do not lose challenges.”
“I still broke your control.”
His face tightened. “So you did, but let us see what I can entice from your sweet body.”
Synclair did not tease her. He lowered his head and boldly sucked her clitoris. He closed his lips around the small button, pulling on it while his tongue flicked over it. His fingers drove into her passage, two thick ones penetrating her deeply. She gasped and bucked beneath him, her body held in the grip of a need so intense, she couldn't draw breath. Her lungs were frozen while her body twisted beneath his lips. Her heart began thumping so hard, she heard nothing except for her own heartbeat.
He removed his fingers and her hips lifted up, begging for more. When he granted that, she felt her body tumbling into a climax that she hadn't anticipated. It consumed her, hitting her hard and shaking her with its force. Pleasure surged through her, leaving her twisting beneath him while she clawed at the sheet.
“Now that was a very enjoyable victory. I shall have to make a habit of meeting you on the field regularly.”

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