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Hannah slid her hands under Kenny’s coat as he pulled her to him in an embrace that turned her limbs to pudding. His strong muscled arms squeezed her, burying her face into his waistcoat and crushing his starched white cravat. He smelled the way a man should—clean spice soap, leather and sweat, or arousal. The hair on the back of her neck prickled, and her body trembled. She inhaled again and sighed. It didn’t matter that this was scandalous, she yearned for him to touch her, and he was willing to oblige.

“This way.” He released her from his hold with a groan, laced his gloved fingers with hers, and pulled her along the riverbank. Reaching the grass pasture, he pulled her up the grassy slope without saying a word.

What a striking man. As a boy, he was handsome, but now he possessed the power and presence of his father. Only a powerful man would contemplate slighting him.

Her sister, Louisa, wrote once to say she sighted him at a ball. The gossips were all a-wag about his exploits. Apparently, he was very selective about the women he propositioned, and when he did find a lady he fancied, he would make her an offer of only one night.

His brown hair blew in the slight breeze and stood at awkward angles. Her knees weakened, and she wobbled. He looked like a god, Hercules or some such. A woman would have to be mad not to accept such an offer from him.

A grin crossed her face.

She stared at his bum as he stopped and glanced around. What a beautiful backside. Under the tails of his coat, she could just barely see the rounded flesh. Firm in his breeches with a slight squared edge. In her mind, her hands slid across the smooth hot surface, the tiny down hairs tickling her hands as he slid into her. Oh. Her hands trembled as wetness coated her sex.

He stopped abruptly. “This will have to do, sweet.” Dropping her hand, he shucked off his coat and gloves, then placed them on the grass. He stared at her and smiled; sexual heat radiated from him.

This tall powerful man meant to touch her. She couldn’t believe it. He would touch her in a way no other man had ever come close to. She bit her lip and feared she would never live up to his experience.

His waistcoat landed next to his coat on the grass as smoky eyes slid down her length. Yes, indeed he wanted her. She couldn’t allow herself to disappoint him. Good Lord, please don’t let that happen.

With trembling hands, she unbuttoned and removed her gloves. She needed to feel his hot skin beneath her bare caress.

“Come.” Kenny held out his hand and pulled her to him. His body, so firm and strong, pressed against her soft curves.

Yes, this was happening. She would—

His lips touched hers, feather light. She couldn’t breathe. The warmth settled again and pressed firmly, opening, pushing teeth against softness. She froze. If Simon was right and she was horrid, her dreams of this man would be shattered forever. Kenny stiffened and pulled back.

No, don’t do this to yourself. You waited too long to prove you are desirable and that you can give pleasure. Be bold. Follow your body’s desires.

She lifted her shaking hands up his chest and pressed onto her tiptoes, her tongue slid out and licked the clef in his chin.

Kenny groaned and tightened his grip on her.

See, you can do this.

“Sweet, sweet,” he whispered.

His lips trailed back to hers and fused with urgent, intense heat. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting coffee and spice. God, it had been too long. The determined tangle of his tongue with hers made her heart race. She needed more. She needed it all. She stepped forward and forced her body into direct contact with his length.

Growling, he rubbed her belly with his hips. Good Lord, his prick. Her whole body trembled. The large line of hard flesh pressing into her was unmistakable. Waves of pleasure spiraled from the spot filling the tender flesh between her thighs. Juice dripped down her leg as she imagined his large phallus filling her. She wanted this act with him, but would it happen or would he become disgusted with her before it came to the tickle?

His hands slid to the swell of her bottom and cupped her, spreading the spheres. A large male thigh slid between her legs, pressing against her sex. She moaned. Heat raced through her veins as her hips arched into him. So good…The sensation felt so good.

Her hands slid down his belly, and his muscles jumped and tensed. Reaching the waist of his breeches, her fingers slid down his hard phallus.

“Umm.” His encouragement vibrated through their dueling tongues. She wanted to see the ridge of flesh, not just touch the skin, to compare his full-grown sex to the beauty of his youthful prick. Finding the buttons to his flap on the waist of his trousers, she popped one from its home.

Kenny pulled from the kiss and placed his forehead on hers. “Good God, Hannah, this is too much.” Kissing the tip of her nose, he lifted her off the ground. “I’m certainly dreaming.” He spun her around, laid her in the grass atop his clothes, wedging a hard leg between her thighs.

Bolts of lightning slid through her. Soon he would wedge his entire body in that spot, sliding his prick into her as she writhed beneath him. She studied his face; only desire resided in the depths of his eyes. There was no anger, no disappointment. She could do this; she would pleasure him.

Her hands clenched fistfuls of shirt. Oh how she wanted to run her hands up his naked back and clasp his clenching bum, to wrap her hand and her tongue around his throbbing staff.

To make him cry out.

She never felt so wanton in all her life.

“Kenny. I…” God, how did she ask if she could lick his prick? If he said no, she would feel like such a simpleton. Her cheeks warmed, and she closed her eyes.

“Yes, sweet?” He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck. His soft hair brushing the tender skin beneath her chin. He kissed her just thus all those years ago. She trembled at the memory of what came next.

His tongue slid and swirled into the circular crevice at the base of her throat. A groan crept from deep within her chest as she imagined his tongue licking the rest of her, the moist heat circling her breasts, her belly button, and her sex. Oh God. She needed this. She needed him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then trailed to his neck, searching for bare, hot skin.

“Hannah?” His mouth pulled from her flesh, and her eyes fluttered open. He stared at her. “What do you need, sweet?”

“I…I want to see your prick,” she blurted.

Please, please don’t pull away from me. Her breath hitched as his muscles tensed and he pushed away from her. His brows drew together, and he stared at her with an amused smile. He wasn’t displeased. Thank goodness.

He sat back on his feet and pulled her up to kneel beside him, grinning. “Do you?”

His hands busily worked at the last two fastenings of his buckskins, then he reached in and slid his phallus out. Her breath caught. Beautiful. More beautiful than she remembered. His prick jumped in his hand, and as he gazed back at her, the corner of her lips turned up. “Can I touch it, Kenny?”

“Yes,” he said, and closed his eyes.

She scooted forward so that her legs touched his, and trailed her fingers about the smooth shaft. A deep groan rumbled in his chest.

The blazing heat of his prick seeped through her icy skin. The head, the shape of a plum, with a deep ridge where the shaft connected, made her mouth water. Her lips would fit in that indentation.

Closing her fingers about the shaft, she could barely circumference the girth. She placed her other hand above her first and gripped him. Amazing, room still resided between her hand and the fat tip.

She wanted to lick the heated skin. To taste his satiny smoothness. Her tongue slid out and wet her lips. Glancing up, she met black pools of heat.

He licked his lips, gritted his teeth, then nodded. “Lark me with your mouth, Hannah.”

He knew what she wanted. She wet her lips again as he reclined farther back and outstretched his long legs.

Please let me do this right.

She stared at the round plump head—Do just as Emma did—then leaned in and placed her pursed lips on the tip. His body jerked and his breath caught.

The hot tip tasted of salt, and the flesh smelled deliciously sweet and spicy. Sliding her tongue through her lips, she licked the eye at the tip.

His hand fumbled, pushing up her skirts, and slid up the length of her leg. She jumped at the intimate caress, and wetness flowed from between her legs. He was going to touch her weeping flesh. Good Lord, yes. She wanted his touch there. Her thighs parted to welcome him.

His large hand seized her bum and sensation seeped through her. She paused to savor his heat on her skin. If she disgusted him before this was through, she would have this moment locked away for her lonely nights.

His fingers probed between her bum cheeks, pushing into her wetness. Oh! Her sex throbbed. Her breath jittered with each stroke he made. She needed to return the sensation. She slid her lips down the sculpted taper of his phallus to the deep ridge, swirling the edge with her moisture.

“Damn, sweet.” His hips jerked up, and a finger curled into the opening of her sex.

“Uhh…” Her hips pressed down against the invasion. She wanted him deeper within her.

“Take more, my sweet, please. Lick the head…suck me into your mouth…like you wanted to when you watched.”

Good Lord, he saw that. It didn’t matter. She wanted to lick his prick, suck his hardness, and taste his seed.

Placing her hand at the base of the staff, as she had read in one of her books, she slid three inches of hot male flesh into her mouth. “Umm.” Her tongue rubbed the underside, feeling the raised veins and sucking back to the tip. Kenny groaned deliciously and breathed in, clenching his teeth.

She sucked him again and again, each time achieving the same result. Each groan from him melted her reluctance, emboldened her actions, and made her body hum. His fingers slid in and out of her sex. As her hips pressed down, his thumb pressed into her bumhole.

Her entire body tensed. “Ahh.” What a strange sensation. The pressure turned pleasurable as he moved his fingers, and the bliss intensified.

She continued to suck to the top of his prick, then swirled the fat spear with her tongue. The saltiness of his skin turned tangy, and she could feel his sack tighten under her hands.

“Good God, Hannah. I’m about to discharge.”

Indeed, she wanted to taste him. Placing her other hand fully on the sack, she massaged as she descended.

“Hannah…” His hips rose again, and she slid him farther into her mouth. Fingers laced through her hair, grasping her head. She sucked back to the tip. His hips thrust up, and she slid down.

“Oh…uh…by God, H-Hannah!” he shouted, clenching her head as he thrust his hips. His penis slid in and out of her mouth and gush after gush of hot custard spurted into her. His hips settled back to the ground, and she slid off his hard phallus. Swallowing the tangy fluid, she smiled.

She enjoyed the taste of him. Her tongue traced her lips. Even more, she enjoyed pleasuring him. She did it. She pleasured him. A grin spread from ear to ear. She wanted to get up and dance a jig around his spent body.

There was no way he could say otherwise. He had cried out, and she had caused his delight.

His chest rose and fell with labored breaths.

She sat back on her feet and stared at his penis as the flesh shriveled. Her hand trailed up the inside of his thigh and traced the base of the rod with her fingers. The hairs created a black nest for his manhood to lie against. Could she arouse him again? She glanced at his face. A small smile curved his lips but he still didn’t move. She bit her lip and stared at his flaccid sex, then wrapped her hand about the prick.

He chuckled. “Not yet, sweet.” His hand possessed her wrist. “Come here. My turn.”

He rose up on his elbows with lazy, passion-filled eyes, and yanked her atop him. Rolling, he pinned her beneath him. Face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and hips-to-stomach, her legs so wantonly wrapped about his. He was so large. With the tip of his finger, he traced her cheekbone.

“Umm.” Kenny shook his head, leaned down, and licked a trail to her ear. “More beautiful,” he whispered. Twinges raced through her, and gooseflesh scattered on her skin. The situation was the same as years ago, except this time they both wished to take things to full coitus.

“Kenny.”

“Shh, my turn, sweet.”

He leaned back and wedged his leg between hers. Lifting and shifting himself, he freed her skirts from his legs and laid them upon her stomach. He did not touch her, and her legs spread farther in seek of his touch. Still nothing. The muscles of her sex grasped readily at the air, trying to find any part of him to ease their desire. She leaned up to see him staring at her sex. Why was he doing that? “Touch me, Kenny, please. I’m about to burst.”

“Shh, sweet, I know.”

The backs of his hands feathered the inside of her legs. Her muscles jumped and clenched, hips rising in invitation for the touch that would not come. Her legs trembled. His fingers gripped the bare skin of her bum and lifted, tilting her up.

“God, you’re beautiful. Deep crimson. With black lace.” His thumbs traced her bumhole, moving up her slick lips and spreading them. She groaned so deep the tenor vibrated though her womb. The sensation contracted her sex, and she arched her hips to him.

“Please, Kenny…please,” she whimpered.

Warm wet tongue traced her slit, back to front, flicking that special place.

“Kenny!” she cried out. Her muscles spasmed with such intensity, she screamed again. Tears streamed down the sides of her face, and her breath jittered with each hard contraction from her womb.

“Better, sweet?” He leaned forward and gazed into her eyes.

Good God, she was a wanton. One lick and she spent for him.

His finger traced the line of one of her tears. “Can you take more, Hannah?”

All she could do was nod.

“I’m going to make you scream twice as hard. It is the most beautiful sound.” His voice was a raspy choke.

She nodded again, wanting his hard prick to fill her, to stretch her and make her release.

He leaned back, grasped her bum in his hands, and swirled her blissful place with his tongue. Her whole body trembled, and the muscles in her womb tightened. Good Lord. Each stroke of his tongue probed and laved her slit, tightening her muscles lick by lick.

She couldn’t stay still; she needed to touch him. Her hands wandered to his hair and let the mass of tangled strands run though her fingers. A deep groan came from between her legs, vibrating her sex. The bliss built higher.

He braced his shoulders against her knees, spreading her wider. Touches ran down the curve of her bum and into her slit, parting her flesh so his tongue could explore. His tongue worshipped the lips, the blissful place, and the space before her bumhole.

Her hips arched and wiggled as she tried to get him to enter her. With the next lick, his tongue pressed in.

“Oh God, Kenny!” Her body arched off the grass, and she screamed, locking him to her as he probed in and out through each contraction. She collapsed in exhausted bliss as he lowered her bum back to the earth.

Kenneth shifted, spreading her creamy white thighs. So full of life. So full of passion. He couldn’t wait to sink into her and make her scream again. As her eyes fluttered open, he grinned. “Sweet Hannah.” He had dreamed of this, and so far the act surpassed his maddest dream. His cock strained and he placed the tip at her slick wet cunt.

“Well, well, what have we here?”

Hannah screeched and tried to roll onto her side, away from the intruder’s voice.

“Go away, Rupert,” Kenney growled, and pinned Hannah to him.

“Tsk, tsk, I thought we all shared.”

“To the devil,” Kenneth said, and Hannah buried her face tight into the pit of his arm. He glanced down at her trembling in his arms. He would not give up her identity. He shook his head. Cursed again.

“Well, if you aren’t willing to share, our company has started to arrive, and I know they won’t mind.”

“Leave, Rupert,” he said through clenched teeth. Damn him and his blasted curiosity.

Rupert laughed. “Sure will, chap. Sure will.”

The sound of crunching leaves and grass signaled his retreat.

Hannah pushed hard against Kenny’s chest. He sat back so that she could sit as well.

“Is he gone?”

Kenny realized she was not about to let this continue, not now. Fuck Rupert. He couldn’t blame her. He stared at the clearing where Rupert walked into the trees.

“He’s gone.” His cock throbbed, longing for the slickness of her heat. He shifted and cringed. He would be sore after this. Bloody hell. Rupert would pay. He hadn’t held in a spend in years.

“Hannah.” He reached out and cupped her face, trailing his thumb along the swollen lips of her mouth. “God, Hannah. This is too much like last time.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I’m sorry, Kenny. I have to go. I have been away much too long.” She scrambled to her feet, her dark blue dress falling in a swoosh around her pale white legs.

Grrr. Legs he had almost wrapped around his waist in blissful fucking.

His cock throbbed again at the memory of her mouth sucking the very essence from him.

“Kenny.” Her expression pained as she stared at his rampant erection. “I—”

He clasped her waist and crushed her to him. His face buried in her breast, he inhaled the smell of her again.

“I know, sweet. Go. I’ll be fine.”

She pulled from his arms, turned, lifted her skirts, and ran off in the opposite direction from Rupert. He watched her go as she darted into the trees.

Hannah. He knew she was married. His muscles clenched. She was no virgin, and Lady Hannah would never have given that up without a vow. But who was she married to?

Bloody hell, she was on her way home to a man who would have every right to fuck her as she walked in the door. A growl ripped from his throat. The thought of another man sinking his cock into her after…Shit. Shit! His fists clenched.

He couldn’t let her go now that he found her, husband or no. He would bed her. And what would bring her to him? The masque. The party Rupert and he worked so hard to pull together. Rupert would know who she was; he knew every woman in the vicinity. Surging to his feet, he picked up his coats, tucked his cock in, and headed to the manor. He would send her an invite, and sweet Hannah would be too curious not to come.