Mistress

 

CARRICK REACHED JULIET AND caught her close. He had nearly knocked on her bedroom door a dozen times, unsure if she were truly ready for him. But the way she melted against him, he knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him. With a growl, he swept her into his arms and entered her bedchamber, then pushed the door closed with a kick.

Bright moonlight bathed the room in a soft, silvery glow. Carrick set her feet on the carpet and pulled the shawl from her shoulders, letting the moon’s light illuminate the outline of her soft curves. Her hair fell over her slim shoulders. She was so beautiful he could scarcely breathe.

He covered her mouth with his. She gasped. He urged her back toward the bed. Without prompting, she parted her lips and he swept inside. Their tongues met in a tingling caress. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. She leaned into him and anticipation thrummed through him.

His knee bumped the bed and she jarred. Carrick lowered her onto the mattress and came down on top of her. She drew a deep breath. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shift. She wanted him. Carrick took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked through the cloth of her shift. Juliet grasped his shoulders and arched into his mouth. She slid one hand up his arm, his neck, then threaded her fingers into his hair. He needed her naked. He needed her cool fingers around his shaft. First… He shifted to the other nipple. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

He grunted. “I know, love.”

Carrick released the nipple, then shoved to his knees and pulled her upright with him.

She gasped, “Are we finished already?”

He gave a strangled laugh. “Not by half.” He grasped the hem of her shift, then pulled it up and over her head.

His breath caught. Moonlight bathed her creamy skin in a glow that gave her an almost ethereal quality. She was a goddess and he planned to worship every inch of her.

He tossed the shift to the floor.

“It’s not fair,” she said.

He started from the trance. “What?”

“It’s not fair.”

Carrick frowned. “What isn’t fair? I have only just begun—”

“I’m naked. You’re not.”

His heart thundered. Christ Almighty, she was a brazen lass.

“I cannot argue with a lady,” he said.

She tilted her head. “I am no lady, sir.”

He gave his head a single shake. “Nae, you are a goddess.”

Her mouth quirked. Carrick couldn’t believe it. She was amused. He would change that. He jumped to his feet, immensely glad he’d removed his boots earlier. Then, heedless of the buttons, he yanked his shirt open. He sluffed the shirt from his shoulders, yanked open the buttons on his breeches, then shoved them down his hips.

Her audible gasp caused his cock to pulse. No other woman had ever affected him like this. Carrick kicked the breeches aside, then crawled onto the bed and eased her onto her back, then straddled her. She stared up at him, her features in shadow. He glanced at the night table and considered lighting a candle. He wanted to see her. Could he wait the moment it would take to light the damn thing?

She lifted a hand and he froze when she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew him closer. Apparently, she couldn’t wait.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in the instant before their lips met.

He settled his body on top of hers. His cock brushed the curve of her abdomen. This time, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He sparred with her, and covered a breast with one hand. She arched, and her hard nipple pressed his palm. Dare he… Carrick lightly pinched the nipple. She drew a sharp breath. The sound heated his blood.

He broke the kiss, then lowered his mouth to her left breast and flicked the right nipple while he lightly pinched the other nipple again.

She seized his shoulders. Her desperate grip sent a wave of desire through him. Slowly, he thrust his member against her belly. Sweet discomfort tightened his bollocks. He needed to be inside her. But not yet. He had to show her that what existed between them was nothing like the quick encounters that took place in her mother’s brothel.

Carrick placed soft kisses on her breasts, then her neck, then her mouth again. She drew in a shuddering breath. When he reached between them and brushed his fingers along the curls between her legs, she tensed. He kissed her again, gently and slipped a finger between her folds. Blood roared through his ears. She was so wet. He forced patience and slowly slid a finger inside her.

Juliet stilled, and he hid a smile. The woman of the world was not quite prepared for the realities of a man stroking her pleasure point. With his thumb, he messaged her swollen nub as he slowly thrust a finger in and out of her channel. To his delight, she began to move her hips in rhythm with his strokes. By God, the woman was hot blooded. He licked her nipple.

“Carrick,” she moaned.

Hearing her call his name sent a wave of unexpected satisfaction through him. She began to move faster. He kept his rhythm even. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Moonlight splashed across her face, bathing her skin in an ethereal glow. His cock strained so hard against his skin he thought the damned member would break free and plunge inside her of its own accord.

Juliet abruptly stiffened and cried out. Her channel milked his finger. Carrick yanked his finger from her channel, closed his mouth over her sex and sucked.

“God have mercy,” she cried, and pulsed beneath his tongue as a second climax rolled over her.

She drew a shuddered breath. Carrick pushed upright and quickly fitted his cock to her opening. Her tight opening closed around the sensitive crown. The need to drive into her nearly drove him out of his mind. He slid a hand beneath her buttocks and locked his gaze on her face. He couldn’t read her expression.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She grasped his arm and said in a barely audible whisper, “Yes.”

“This will hurt for only an instant,” he said, and thrust into her hilt deep.

She stiffened. Carrick froze until Juliet released a breath and relaxed. He lowered his weight onto her, wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair as he began to move inside her. He was ashamed to admit he wouldn’t last long with her magnificent heat wrapped so tightly around him. He tried to think about the accounts he would have to deal with first thing in the morning, but she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and his climax rolled over him without warning. Intense pleasure ripped through him and, with a startled cry, he spilled his seed inside her.

Heart racing, he continued to drive into her half a dozen times as he milked the last vestiges of pleasure from his member. At last, he collapsed onto her slender form for several heartbeats, then slid off her. He pulled her close.

“I can do better, I promise. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll prove myself.”

He felt her smile against his chest. She was laughing at him again. He really had to do something about that. He gently pushed her onto her back and looked at her with wonder.

“You were incredible,” he whispered.

He kissed her again, tenderly.

The wind rustled through the open window, blowing her hair across his bare chest. He wanted to take her again, but knew her tender flesh needed to rest. He’d have to wait. Instead, he drew her further up into the pillows, and cradled her in his arms. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes.

His mistress. Aye, she was his mistress. At last.

He lay on his back and closed his eyes, just for a moment.

* * *

Carrick awoke as the first rays of sun filtered through the window, his cock hard with the memory of last night and a new, strange need that coursed through him. He turned on his side, facing the slight form in the bed next to him and his heartbeat quickened. The sheet had slipped down the rise of her breasts and he glimpsed the edges of the soft pink areolas he’d tasted last night. Her hair, a sensuous tangle of thick locks, framed her face and lay across one full breast. His cock pulsed. He grinned. She was truly and fully his mistress.

Juliet arched and stretched. He dropped a kiss to her throat, then added a soft series of kisses under the line of her jaw. She tensed, then relaxed under the ministrations of his tongue and moaned that same husky sound that had driven him wild last night. Shivers raced down his spine.

“I need you.” He grasped her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “Now.”

He gently thrust against her loose fist. To his surprise, she pulled away and pushed him flat on his back, his cock jutting up like a pillar of marble. Juliet lowered her lashes, then swung her slim leg over his hips and poised her entrance above his erection.

“Ride me, lass.” He grasped her hips and tensed in readiness for her channel to sheath him.

“So demanding,” Juliet teased as she took the tip of his throbbing manhood into her slim body.

She tortured him. Horribly. Repeatedly sliding down an inch before lifting herself off until, at last, he could bear it no longer and he shoved her down onto his hard length as he thrust upward. She gasped and tossed her head back in delight. With her heat fully encasing him, he began to rock. They were meant for each other. He couldn’t control himself. Not with the way she moved. Within minutes, her lashes fluttered as she shuddered in ecstasy and he came with a loud groan, pumping himself into her until he’d milked his cock to the very last.

When he finished, he lifted her off him and she lay her head on his chest as he traced the length of her spine with a fingertip.

Neither spoke for a time. It wasn’t until the distant chime of the grandfather clock announced the breakfast hour that Juliet bolted upright. “Heavens! I’m late to fit your sister’s gown.”

Amused, he watched her dive from the bed and dart to the armoire.

“Don’t bother with the under drawers,” he said. “You won’t need them.”

She snorted and stuffed her arms through her dress sleeves, then shimmied the dress down over lush breasts. His cock twitched. She would be spending an inordinate amount of time on her back with him between her legs.

At the door, she paused and looked over her shoulder.

“We’ll continue this later, lass.” He rose. Her eyes flicked to his erection before she turned and left.

Carrick caught sight of her drawers on the floor. He grinned. It was going to be a good day.