The Lady Tamed by Boyd, Heather (urban books to read TXT) 📗

Jeremy shuddered. He stole a kiss, and then another, and finally began to explore Fanny’s thighs. She was warm and soft there, and he danced his rough fingertips along her limbs, then up to her hip and down again along her outer thigh. As he traced a return journey, he detoured inward, where her skin was most sensitive. He’d lain with women before, but he’d never had a proper lady want him, or touched any woman so thoroughly without clothing getting in the way. The excitement of her nakedness went completely to his head. His cock twitched, ached to be part of her.

But he was afraid to make a mistake. A woman of Fanny’s class and experience, a widow of a satisfying and passionate marriage, had knowledge that far eclipsed his few paltry tumbles.

He hadn’t the first idea of how to make love to her.

He kissed Fanny to hide his uncertainty as he fumbled about with his fingers against her curls.

Fanny enjoyed the kiss, but she suddenly gripped his wrist and held his hand still. Reluctantly, Jeremy drew back to look at her.

Her smile was shy. “May I show you what I like?”

He nodded quickly, embarrassed that his inexperience was so apparent.

Fanny captured a pillow from the settee and put it under her head, then she slid her hand between her legs again. She traced the folds of her sex with her fingertips, drawing them through the dampest of places and up to the top of her slit.

Jeremy moved to rest his weight on one hand, hoping for a better view of what she was doing to herself.

“I don’t mind if you watch,” she whispered. “In fact, I find that exciting. Move closer.”

Armed with permission, Jeremy wriggled down until his face was level with her quim. Fanny had a thatch of tight dark curls between her legs, and the skin of her slit was an alluring shade of pink.

Her fingers parted her folds and one digit brushed over a peak in the midst of her slit. “There. That is my clitoris. It is very sensitive and must be gently teased. A woman craves gentleness in this place in the beginning and can find great pleasure if it is touched or kissed by her lover.” Fanny sighed and put her arm over her eyes. “I would enjoy you continuing to tease me like that, Jeremy.”

He hardly needed the encouragement. He dragged his fingertips softly through Fanny’s slit and then returned to the hard nubbin he’d quickly discovered made her moan. Fanny arched her hips up from the floor as he circled and stoked over that sensitive spot again and again. He thought he was doing the right thing, and Fanny’s sighs and moans seemed to indicate he pleased her.

And then he remembered what she’d said about kissing her down there, too.

He moved closer and quickly pressed a kiss to her curls.

Fanny gasped. “Yes.”

He did it again, exploring her slit with the tip of his tongue, his lips. Kissing her down there seemed to please her very much, so he moved between her thighs and continued. Fanny widened her legs, tilted her hips up to push her quim closer to his mouth.

He found the salty tang of her appealing and worked hard to drive her wild.

Fanny was nearly sobbing when she finally found her peak. She cried out and collapsed, appearing suddenly boneless as she let out a sigh.

Jeremy nuzzled her sex, feeling quite proud of himself for satisfying her. “I could do that all day if you wanted.”

Fanny pushed his head away from her sex and closed her legs. “I am too sensitive for more.”

“Oh,” Jeremy said, disappointed to have to stop.

He sat back on his heels, uncertain if that was all she wanted from him. He was hard still. He ached for a completion of his own.

Fanny stirred, her legs parting slightly, then she raised her head to meet his gaze. “That was lovely. Come here, Jem.”

He was perched over her in an instant.

Fanny ran her hands down his sides. Her fingers gripped his hips and then skimmed his stomach to capture his cock in her hand. She stroked him slowly, making him moan.

She chuckled and her hands left his cock to squeeze the cheeks of his bottom. “When you are ready, I am too,” she whispered.

Jeremy lowered his hips until his cock was nestled at the apex of her thighs, brushing moisture and heat. He almost groaned with anticipation of thrusting into her and finding his own release. But what if she didn’t like the way Jeremy loved women? What if she was used to something different than he knew?

Fanny drew his head down to hers. “Jeremy, stop thinking.”

“But—”

“I’m just like every other woman.” She wriggled, and the head of his cock was notched just inside her body. “I want you now,” she whispered and then caught his ear in her teeth.

Jeremy surged the rest of the way inside her, unable to stop himself. He pumped his hips, finding a rhythm quickly, watching her face for signs of disappointment.

Fanny’s fingers tightened on him. She closed her eyes and made all the expected sounds of encouragement he needed. He was doing it right for her.

Jeremy braced himself on one arm above her, staring at her face. A delicate flush was climbing her cheeks. He nuzzled her there. “Fanny?”

“So good,” she whispered.

“You are,” he whispered back, then rose up on his hands.

Fanny’s breasts jiggled along with his thrusts, and she suddenly cupped them. At first, he feared she was hiding them from him, but he soon realized she was playing with them, teasing her own nipples.

“Look at me,” he demanded. She had to know it was him giving her this pleasure today and not herself.

Fanny opened her eyes slowly and continued to tug on her own nipples. “They like to be touched.”

He lowered his mouth to kiss one when she offered it to him. A quick suck made her gasp, and her legs were suddenly wrapped