My Lady Series Bundle (7 page)

Boldly, she took hold of the top of Drummond's pants and began to pull them downward. They stuck!

"There are buttons, kitten," Drummond murmured near her ear as his strong fingers clasp hers and he showed her where they were. Her fingers brushed against a mysterious bulge of maleness underneath, while she nervously conquered each new button loop. The black satin material of his evening pants drooped open more with each released button as her knuckles skimmed a crown of knobbed hardness, then a rigid length. She could see his small cloth was not adequate to hide the striking beast that he carried beneath.

Drummond guided her hands to take off his pants, stepping each foot out, however left her with his brief small cloth and her hands hovering near. His hips were lean. His bare thighs were slopes of unyielding muscle and there was black and silver hair mixed in a thin patch below his navel.

Gabriella licked her lips anxiously. Dare she, her mind whispered? Dare she free herself? Give into her desire and this heightened curiosity that were inflaming her from head to toe.

"Carpe diem," Gabriella whispered suddenly, and then she tugged Drummond's small cloth downward gallantly.

What sprang free was fearless, a flesh-shod poker of iron muscle! Gabriella could remember feeling such as this between her thighs, entering her hurriedly in the pitched darkness of her bed chambers. However, her blinded imagination could not have predicted the reality of a man's naked-. What should she call it?

"Cock," Drummond murmured in a husky whispering.

Gabriella realized in surprise that she must have spoken her thoughts out loud.

"Tarse or member," Drummond continued to say as he shifted his body and began to turn away. "A groin or phallus. However, you shall call mine, cock."

Gabriella received a poignant view of the twin muscular hams of Drummond's buttocks as he strode with rippling grace toward the fireplace, saying quite calmly, she thought.

"And now for our chess game, madame."

Chess,
Gabriella wanted to exclaim, how could she think of chess when she had a beautifully naked man presented before her and a passion pearl wedged provocatively between her thighs . . . stroking her innermost sanctuary to distraction? As a diversionary tactic, she smoothed down her silk skirts. Unnecessarily, trying to expand the moment to quiet her fluttering heart while Drummond sat, rather calmly, she thought in a padded wing chair before the chess game. His silver head came up, his gaze unreadable.

"White or black, madame, I shall allow you the first move."

All Gabriella could think was that if Drummond could appear so calm, then she must strive for nonchalance also. He was so much more worldly than she was and she had no wish to be unsophisticated to his cosmopolitan. Perhaps, couples resided nude quite often, traversing their entire homes au natural . . . after they had given the servants a day off, of course. She had been sheltered in the country most of her life as her husband had preferred it, so she really did not know the brazenness of the ton, per say. This could very well be typical! With this ludicrous reasoning bolstering her, Gabriella sailed forward, finding it extremely prudent early on to gaze no lower than Drummond's male nipples. And even those coppery-colored circlets with their taut nubs played havoc with her senses.

"Wine, madame?"

"W-Wine," Gabriella stuttered back at him, having not been paying the least attention to anything but Drummond's sinewy male calves, sprinkled with dark hair. Noting that even these were muscular! "Yes, please," she finally thought to answer. Some dozen glasses, please!

The flex and draw of Drummond's muscular biceps immediately held Gabriella's gaze prisoner as he held forth a crystal glass of burgundy-shaded wine, which she caught precariously in her nerveless fingers. Then, she watched him unwind into the chair like a languid panther as her gaze drew downward to the edge of her wine glass. Only to capture in her sight the exciting views of Drummond's poised cock!

The game, of course, was forgone . . . she would lose, and it was done quickly because of her mental dishabille. She could not say what she moved or where. It had to be little better than playing with a child, however, Drummond never complained. He appeared so natural, so relaxed that little by little, and with no small help from three glasses of wine, Gabriella relaxed somewhat also. In fact, to her dismay, she began to giggle when he checked her.

"Too much wine, kitten?" Drummond chuckled as he took her nearly empty fourth glass of wine and set it aside. "But I have won the prize," he finished with a sensuous smile.

"My loins!" Gabriella exclaimed with an unladylike snort, rubbing her palms over the edges of the armrest. "To taste!"

Gabriella grinned a bit lopsided, feeling somehow as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off her shoulders, leaving her floating and delightfully unbalanced. She was twirling free. "I did not know people did such as taste each other." She twirled the long red nail of her first finger on the armrest. "Naive," she grumbled in a whisper. Then an entirely new thought occurred, lifting her mouth in another smile, as she asked, "Do they both taste, Drummond?"

Drummond's return gaze to her was comical, making her giggle again. He looked stern, yet perplexed, and at the same time as though he were trying not to be amused, which barely lifted the corners of his sensuous mouth.

"You are drunk, madame," he said sternly as he stood leaving her with an unrestricted view of a splendid piece of male anatomy. Certainly, Gabriella felt contrite over Drummond's commanding sternness, as she chuckled and exclaimed, "You have a beautiful cock, Drummond-! Oh," she squealed a second later, when Drummond unexpectedly lifted her up into his powerful arms.

"To bed," he muttered, while she clasped her hands to his muscle-packed shoulders and rubbed the tip of her nose, and then her mouth along his bristly jaw.

"You never answer me, Drummond," Gabriella pouted, feeling the swing of his powerful body as he carried her. "Two entire questions and not a peep from-."

"Men," he interrupted. "Do not peep, madame."

Gabriella very industriously ran one of her long red fingernails around his ear, the masculine one with the twinkling ruby in its virile lobe. It must have tickled because he shook his head as if swishing away a fly. "And yes," he continued succinctly, "Both men and women taste, lick, suckle, and enjoy each others loin's with their mouths."

Gabriella found herself sitting on Drummond's lap as he sat upon the bed. She snuggled closer to his wonderfully bare chest while her satin-covered bottom squirmed over the hard rigid of that loin he had just spoken about so poignantly.

"Gabriella?" Drummond clasped her hips in his wide hands, holding them disappointingly still, so she made do with tugging his silver-black chest hair, feeling the springiness sift through her fingers. However, then disappointingly, he caught the back of her hand holding it still also. "What is the second item, madame? This second question, which you say I have not answered?"

Gabriella sighed heavily, laying her cheek comforting to Drummond's bare shoulder as she gave one last attempt to wiggle her fingers beneath his hand. "Am I a fallen woman now?" she asked softly, sighing again. "That was my question," she murmured with a kittenish yawn, nuzzling his warm, muscled shoulder.

"Not yet," Drummond murmured watching as Gabriella slowly fell asleep in his arms. What a prime opportunity he was allowing to slip quietly into slumber, Drummond reprimanded himself as he continued to hold Gabriella. She was so very beautiful with her small Grecian nose and her cupid, bow-shaped lips. Her lashes were dark chocolate brown, nearing black against the porcelain fineness of her cheek and her chin was perfect in a delicate shell shape. She was a dainty piece of femininity and she made him feel overpoweringly protective, not to mention fiercely possessive. Perhaps, Harrison was right, this did indeed feel quite painful.

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abriella murmured softly in her sleep, barely finding wakefulness when a husky, roughened voice whispered in her ear.

"Do not move, my sensuous little kitten. You were restless  . . .  let me ease you."

Gabriella could only mutter dreamily, not surprised at all in her sluggish drowsiness to hear Drummond's voice or to feel the length of his warm body so close to hers. She wriggled her toes and stretched sinuously on her stomach, languidly feeling the tempting outline of steamy male lips nibbling on her bare shoulder. Drummond's roomy hand sifted through her hair, lifting its weight off her nape as his provocative mouth followed, tracing her sensitive skin. The contour of solid masculine lips caressing her flesh brought an awakening shiver of desire, deep inside her, until she prayed that the exquisite sensations would never end.

"You taste warm and salty," Drummond murmured through a lingering kiss of his lips that made Gabriella wish to cuddle back against him so that he would never stop. "At times my tongue catches the flavor of flowers and a succulent hint of orange . . . hmm, I could feast on you," Drummond whispered.

"Oh-mmm," Gabriella purred with a sensuous misty feeling as she curled her naked back, encouraging Drummond further in this dreamy midnight fantasy of hers. "It feels so wondrous," she hummed.

"I am enchanted, madame." One of Drummond's spacious hands slipped around her shoulder to grasp the column of her throat lightly, while his other fingers tickled nimbly from her knee to her inner thigh. During the entire time his inquisitive mouth rained humid kisses down to the very small of her back. "Spread your knees apart for me, precious lover," Drummond commanded in a husky murmur.

She should not.

She wanted to.

She . . . did.

"Ah, that's it, my luscious kitten. Splay them wide, just for me." Drummond's hand roamed erotically across the opening crack of her bottom, dipping hotly into the crevice and stroking all the way to the exposed lips of her sex.

"Drummond," Gabriella panted, breathless, feeling his muscular forearm wedge firm into the separated crease of her buttocks as his fingers slipped into the folds of her sex. Propelling her hips off the bed and pushing her bottom in the air as her hands frantically clutched the pillows above her head. The blunt end of Drummond's finger stroked deeply and her behind arched more, anchored by his unyielding forearm as she moaned with vibrancy. His wet tongue began to swirl at the very top crease of her bottom presented to him so wantonly. His tongue dipped lightly, causing her to quake as his finger embedded deeper into her loins, abrading her roughly, causing her to feel prickling and intense jolts of pleasure.

"Confess you crave this, madame," Drummond demanded huskily. "Tell me that you love me to rub your clit like this."

Abruptly, the addicting motion of his fingers stopped and she whimpered in loss, trying brazenly to move her body over his still fingers, deep in the pillows of her sex. He chuckled in a soft tenor rumble.

"You are passionate, Gabriella. Passionate beyond my hopes." Drummond's strong teeth nipped lightly into the tender flesh of her buttock as his hand, still clasping her throat tightened . . . imprisoning her to his will. "Tell me that you want me to rub your clit, kitten. Say the words."

"Drummond," she mewled, begging him shamelessly.

Drummond's teeth caught and held tighter in the flesh of her behind as he commanded, "Say it."

He tightened his jaw, making her quiver at the slight stinging pain as she gasped, "Rub my clit . . . please!"

Drummond's jaw loosened and he kissed the stinging away, as he murmured, "Always and only you." Then, his fingers moved over the sensitive peak of flesh that she now understood cradled the will of her passions. She was brazen . . . wanton . . . she was his. He teased her unmercifully with his naughty fingers, making her ride up on her hands and knees to keep his stroking fingers seated where she craved them to be . . . hungered for them to be. To her delight, he nibbled and licked her bottom shamelessly as he played a game with his fingertips, stroking ahead or behind of the place she most hungered for him to rub. She humped her body forward or back, trying to catch his roaming fingers to the spot of her pulsating clit.

"Oh, Drummond," she mewled in heightened frustration at what proved to be too elusive to her gyrating attempts.

"You heat my blood, kitten," Drummond murmured. "Spread out this way, on your knees with your thighs open completely for my pleasure." He stroked her slick woman's lips with one finger, as he whispered, "You are mine now, Gabriella."

"Please," Gabriella begged. "Please, Drummond!"

"Ah, sweet, if you want me to bring you to release, you must obey."

"Anything!" she cried passionately.

"Then, I would taste my dessert now . . . with my tongue," Drummond answered in a thrilling husky rumble.

Drummond released Gabriella, rolling onto his back, feeling the excitement grip him in a way that he had never experienced before. Gabriella was his, every passionate and lovely inch of her was his, and each new intimacy he tempted would only bind her to him more profoundly. He reached over and clasped the tender, pliable meat of Gabriella's pale hips as he bodily lifted her over his chest.

"Drummond!"

"Clasp your hands high onto the bedpost, madame, and do not let go," he ordered in a passion rife voice.

Gabriella's pale body was flushed pink with arousal, carnal to his senses as she rose over him, clasping her small hands to the bedpost. The high position of her arms raised her large breasts into moonlight balls of creamy flesh, making his fingers curl in the buoyant sustenance of her hips to keep from grabbing those luscious melons into his hands.

"Crawl on your knees, up over my shoulders, Gabriella," he expelled with a husky-rough voice.

"Oh God," she whispered.

"Do it," he demanded, dragging her hips forward and making her knees crawl where he bid them, until he had her humid pussy inches from his mouth. "You are my first, Gabriella," Drummond uttered hoarsely as he pulled her downward, spreading her knees over his biceps and into the crook of his elbows. His mouth brushed the chocolate-colored curls covering her lush pussy as his tongue darted forward to taste dripping fire.