413 Remembrance Lane

An eBook By Cheri Valmont, Emma Wildes, D. Musgrave, Jamie Hill, Michelle Houston, Skyler Grey, Jude Mason.

His mouth was warm, heady, and Serena parted her lips, her lashes drifting low. His hand very gently cupped her cheek and he pressed closer, his tongue sliding inside to touch and toy with hers.

It felt marvelous. When the idea was first presented to her by Henri, she had been at first stunned, then outraged, and when she realized just how determined her husband was to go through with his mad scheme, she had in resignation told herself she would simply lie there and let her body be used.

Considering her partner, the man kissing her so carefully and tenderly, was just as used as she was, she found she couldn't do anything but respond to his gentle persuasion..

She raised her arms, placing them around his neck, and tugged him closer until her breasts were against the strong plane of his chest, the taut nipples tightening further at the erotic pressure. A sob locked in her throat as his arms came around her in turn and their bodies pressed together. The embrace grew from tentative to passionate and between her legs grew a slow molten need.

Arthur finally released her mouth, his lips trailing along her jaw, his breathing quick in her ear as he kissed the hollow beneath. "By the gods, I may be able to forget my honor after all. You feel wonderful in my arms, Serena."

Her abdomen contracted at those whispered words and the way he said her given name, a flutter of excitement spiking deep in her stomach. She felt both needy and vulnerable, and his superior size and weight should have made her at least a little afraid, but as his hand slid to cup her breast, she sighed in pleasure. It had been so very long... His thumb slid over her nipple, circling until it hardened. His mouth followed, tasting the swell of flesh, licking gently until he found one straining crest and suckled.

Serena gasped, a low sound that escaped involuntarily. Her hands slid into his hair, the warm silk of it flowing over her fingers. He stroked the other breast as he licked and tasted, taking the weight of it in his palm, gently squeezing and massaging.

Passion had been dormant inside her for so long she closed her eyes and absorbed every sensation. His lips were hot against her flesh as he transferred to the opposite breast, also ministering to it until it was tight and straining, her nipple a hard peak.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against her skin, licking the valley between the flesh cupped in both hands. His mouth slid lower, and it wasn't until she felt light kisses across her stomach and the pressure of his knees separating her legs that she registered his intention.

Surely she should protest. Children were not conceived from a man putting his mouth between a woman's legs.

But the pleasure... She arched with the first touch of his mouth on her sex, and the sight of his dark head between the pale skin of her inner thighs was indescribably erotic. When he pressed closer, the gentle abrasion of his tongue on her clitoris made her moan in sheer, open enjoyment. Knees bent, she opened wider, shameless and wanton, her starved body quivering with each gentle, tantalizing stroke.

He brought her to climax effortlessly, in just moments, the tremors beginning in her womb. Rapture held her captive as she trembled and cried out, and he knew exactly how to keep her there, on that blissful peak, until finally she went lax and weak, her pulse pounding in her wrist and throat.

Her lashes lifted when she realized he had moved, adjusting his position so that he eased between her open legs. Arthur smiled at her with dark masculine promise, his dark hair brushing his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss her, whispering against her mouth, "You said you wanted to enjoy it."

What price he would pay when the day of reckoning came, Arthur didn't know, but by damn, it might be worth it. His best friend's wife lay beneath him, his cock positioned between her slim thighs, the engorged tip just nudging her vaginal opening. She had beautiful breasts, opulent and firm, a contrast to the natural slenderness of her graceful body. The curtain of her hair tumbled in a dark gold mass over the bed linens and framed her face and ivory shoulders. There was no question he shouldn't, but he desired her. And, at this moment, he was going to have her...

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