Page 140 of A Very Bellamy Christmas

“This,” she whispered as his mouth moved lower, until his lips and nose brushed against the swells of her breasts. “I want this.”

He dropped one last kiss before his hands closed around her waist. “Stand up for me, darling.” He did most of the lifting, positioning her like a doll in front of him, his knees bracketing her legs as his hands moved on the buttons of her gown with an assurance that she didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Arms up.”

Stacia’s body complied although her mind was frozen.

He raised the dress over her head and leaned to the side to lay it somewhere near the foot of the bed. Next, he reached for her laces and speedily loosened her stays before pushing them down to the floor. He found the tape securing her petticoat and tugged it loose. The garment joined her stays leaving her in nothing but her thin shift.

“On, or off?” he asked, his hands lightly caressing her hips.

Stacia took a deep breath, and before she could lose her courage, she reached for the hem and pulled the well-worn garment over her head.

His warm hands slid over her again, this time without anything between them. He groaned. “Silky,” he muttered, and then pulled her closer, kissing the hard spot between her breasts as his hands moved up to cup a breast in each palm.

And then his mouth was on her nipple and Stacia thought her head would spin off her shoulders. Just when she could not bear a moment more, he moved to the other breast and commenced a second sensual assault.

“Yes,” he hissed, which is when she noticed that she’d buried her hands in his hair and pulled him tighter. “Don’t stop,” he ordered when she began to release him.

He alternated teasing her nipples, suckling and licking.

And then he gave her a stinging nip.

She gasped, the sudden pain causing the muscles in her sex to clench almost as intensely as they’d done earlier, when she had lost control. Twice.

“Sorry, darling, did that hurt? Let me make it better.” He kissed the offended nipple and then suckled it.

And then nipped her again, harder.

She cried out and he responded by lifting her by the waist and then setting her astride his thighs. “My lord, what are you—”

“Andrew,” he chided, nipping and massaging and kissing until she was writhing and thrusting herself at him, all but begging for the mystifying pain that brought such pleasure in its wake.

He licked one of her breasts before lightly suckling the swollen, sensitive nipple. “Such pretty little tits you have been hiding beneath your gowns, Stacia.”

She sucked in a breath at his crude words, shocked at the burst of arousal that slicked her thighs.

Thighs that were spread indecently wide.

She tried to pull her legs together, but he gave a low chuckle and, maintaining his torment of her breasts, lowered his hands to her legs and gently but firmly spread her wider. Her tendons stretched and the ache reminded her that this was a position no decent woman would ever find herself in.

Stacia could not even imagine the sight she must make.

That thought overcame the wicked pleasure she felt in her pose. When she increased her efforts to pull her legs together, he released her breast with a wet pop and his hands disappeared from her thighs, his powerful arms wrapping around her body as his night beard grazed the sensitive flesh of her breasts.

“Shall I stop?” he asked, his low voice sending vibrations through her chest that arrowed directly toward her widespread sex, compounding the distracting pulsing.

Stacia thought she might actually die if he stopped.

Thankfully, she didn’t say that. Instead, she gave a slight shake of her head.

“You need to use your words, sweetheart.”

She swallowed several times, shocked at how her mouth could be so flooded with moisture and yet her throat so dry. “I feel wicked.” Those weren’t the words she’d intended to say, but they were certainly the truth.

“Mmm,” he murmured, shifting his embrace until the bulging muscles of his upper arms pushed her breasts together, trapping his face between them. “You certainly do,” he said, and then sucked the side of her breast that rested against his mouth.

Stacia’s head fell back, and she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.