Lady Amelia

Content Advisory: Sex between m/f, graphic language and description

A deep voice growled in Lady Amelia’s ear. “Where is your husband?”

Shivers raced up her neck from the caress of Lord Elton’s warm breath. She flicked open her fan and covered her mouth. Turning her head slightly, she fluttered the delicate fabric. “Otherwise disposed in the gambling parlor.”

She stilled herself, trying to appear poised and relaxed as James' hand slid down the rounded curve of her ass and squeezed.

“Meet me in the alcove by the library.” He pinched her right cheek, sending waves of longing through her body. Amelia’s nipples tightened against her powder blue bodice. She lowered the fan and gave a single nod.

The ballroom suddenly felt oppressive. Her skin flushed from the short contact with her lover and the anticipation of what was to come—hopefully her. She watched the dancers, silently counting to one hundred before making her discrete departure. Pushing through the crush, she smiled and fluttered her fan, acting as if she needed fresh air.

She reached the terrace doors and gave a quick glance over her shoulder. Nobody watched—each guest thoroughly absorbed with their own activities and the sparkling grandeur of her May Day Spring Ball. Ignoring the wide French doors leading to the gardens, she slipped along the hallway and up the spiraling staircase.

Slowing her pace but not her racing heart, Lady Amelia Collis made idle conversation with the milling guests on the second floor. She chatted about the dancers swirling below them, the menu for the late dinner, and many other topics she didn't give a damn about. All she wanted was to race to the dark niche and into her lover’s arms.

Smiling and laughing , Amelia extricated herself from the conversation flowing around her and slipped down a dimly lit hallway toward the library. She gasped as a strong hand grabbed her when she neared the alcove, hauling her into the dark recess. James backed her against the wall to cover her body with his.

“I thought you’d never get here.” His erection rubbed against her stomach as his hands cupped her ass and lifted her against him.

“I’m here now.” Amelia’s panted as she struggled to spread her legs.

“Mmm, indeed you are.” Pressing his mouth to her neck, he blazed a trail of kisses over her shoulder and across the swells of her breasts. She arched toward him, needing more—wanting his lips.

With deft fingers, James unlaced the bodice of her dress and yanked the material apart. Amelia pushed the lacy shoulders of her gown down, desperate to feel skin against skin. She tugged at the buttons on his navy blue coat and shoved the jacket off his shoulders. Making quick work of his white shirt and vest, she sighed as her fingers skimmed across the hard smooth muscles of his chest. Lord Elton looked nothing like her pudgy husband, who could barely do more than roll on top of her, pump a few times, and fall asleep. But not James.His stunning handsomeness and rakish nature incited a riot of emotions and naughty thoughts within her. He always saw to her needs. Hands caressed and fondled, exploring every inch of glorious bare skin once they were naked from the waist up.

James cupped her breasts and kneaded her nipples. “Hello my lovelies.” Bending, he placed a kiss on each stiff tip. “I’ve missed you.”

“Are you talking to me or my bosom?” Amelia chided.

“Both.” He lifted his head and smiled at her. “You are one in the same.”

“Saints alive, I hope I am more than just a pair of breasts.”

“Oh—you are.” he drawled. James ran one hand over her knee, gathering the material of her confining skirt. His fingers glided along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You are so much more.”

Amelia groaned as his hand crept higher and lightly traced the folds of her sex, sending shudders through her body. Leaning her head against the wall, she watched his expression darken with desire. He slid his knee between her legs and lifted his foot to prop his boot on a stone ledge near the floor. Her leg raised and spread, her skirt pooling around her bent thigh. Cool air rushed in and caressed the heat between her legs. She moaned and arched her hips, searching for his talented touch.

Amelia tugged at her skirt to move the material out of the way and give access to her lover’s cock and stroked his shaft through the light wool of his trousers. James pushed against her hand, gyrating as she struggled one-handed with the button at his waist. Releasing the clasp, she pulled his cock free of the confining breeches and caressed its swollen head. He captured her mouth and moaned as his fingers slid along her slit, spreading her lips to play. She whimpered and rocked against his hand as one digit grazed her sensitive clit.

“Oh James,” she moaned into his mouth. “Deeper.”

Two fingers plunged into her opening, pumping and swirling, taunting and teasing. She could barely breathe—barely stand as he fucked her with his hand. Not to be outdone, Amelia slid her hands under his cock and fondled his tight balls.

“I need to be inside you, Am. I need your hot velvet around my cock.” He covered her hand with his and guided her strokes.

His words inflamed her and moistured pooled between her thighs. “Yes, I can’t wait any longer.”

Lifting her leg higher, he guided the engorged head to her entrance. “Touch your breasts.” She did, cupping the full mounds and massaging. “Your nipples.” His voice came out in gruff pants. “Lick your fingers and rub your nipples for me.

Sticking her index finger in her mouth, she swirled her tongue along the digit and slowly withdrew. James watched her movements, his gaze burning as he pushed slowly into her. Amelia circled the stiff nubs, pulingl and twisting. Shocks of pleasure raced to her pussy and she bucked against him.

“I need you James.” She rolled a nipple between her thumb and finger and gripped his shoulder with her other hand. “I need your cock.”

James groaned and buried himself against her slick folds. “God Amelia, you’re so bloody tight.”

He filled her and it felt like heaven. Amelia moved against him, her breath catching as the tingle of pleasure tickled her pussy. Gripping her ass, James spread her cheeks and lifted her higher. His fingers circled the tight puckered hole as he thrust deep and withdrew slowly into her sex. She wanted him everywhere at once.

Her muscles clenched. With each thrust her body spiraled toward the pleasure he’d always given her. She palmed her breasts, tugged at her nipples, but it wasn’t enough. “Harder, James. God, I need more.”

Dropping his foot, his cock slid free from her pussy. As she started to protest, Lord Elton spun her to face the wall. He placed her hands flat against the cool marble and leaned over her back. “Don’t let go.”

The soft silk of her dress whispered up and over her hips. She was bare, exposed, and she loved it. James pressed his cock into her pussy, filling her again. She gasped. He’d never taken like this—never in such a brazen position. Without warning he slapped her on the ass. Amelia flinched and whimpered.

“Do it again.”

The round globe received another stinging slap from his hand. She groaned and pushed against him. James drove deep, picking up speed with each delicious plunge. Reaching around and under, he massaged her swollen clit. She spread her legs to grant better access and pressed into his hand. Amelia clawed at the marble wall as the tension in her coiled. James growled, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

 “Oh, yes. Oh, Amelia. I can’t,” James grunted, “I can’t stop.”

Bracing herself against the wall with one hand, Amelia tugged at her nipple with her other. Lord Elton’s fingers worked her nub, spreading her lips and stroking her slick folds. She convulsed as he drove into her and carried her over the edge. Her body hovered, shuddering before exploding into a million wonderful pieces.

James thrust one final time and buried his entire length in her. Holding her ass tight against him, he came. Her body thrummed at the feel of his pleasure pouring into her. As his muscles relaxed, he draped his body over hers and kissed her naked shoulders.

“That was bloody amazing,” he said.

She laughed and rubbed against him. He sighed, slowly straightening and helping her stand. Turning in his arms, she smiled at him. “Damn bloody amazing, Lord Elton. I’m just glad nobody discovered us here.”

He captured her mouth and swept his tongue inside. She pressed against him as he fondled the sensitive buds of her breasts. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her neck. “I would have told them to get their own damn alcove.”

She laughed again. How wonderful it was to have her handsome secret lover—always ready to pleasure her and burn away the monotony of marriage. They dressed and shared one final passionate kiss.

As Amelia patted her hair and slipped from the dark niche, a coy smile tugged at her lips. This had been the best May Day Spring Ball yet.

vBoone Bruxv

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