His Lady Mistress

84 His Lady Mistresshere she felt safe, protected. Instinctively she put her armsaround him, pressing herself closer and lifting her mouth tohis.He took it gently, completely. His tongue traced her lipsin a velvet caress even as she sighed and opened her mouthto him. He deepened the kiss, exploring the sweetness of hermouth, tasting, devouring, even as his loins shifted againsther in barely controlled urgency.Breathing hard, he lifted his mouth from hers and pulledaway a little. If he didn’t... When had it been like this? Sowild with need that he felt as though he were on fire with it.She lay beneath him, soft breasts lifting under the chemise ateach breath. Slowly her eyes opened.‘My...Max? Is...is something wrong?’He stared at her, speechless for a moment. Then shook hishead. Nothing had ever been so right. He stroked a vagrantcurl back from her temple. ‘You’re too lovely,’ he murmured,kissing her gently, revelling in the hesitant response. ‘That’sall. Just relax.’Her hair was still confined in the rigid bun. Desperate toslow himself down, to reassure her, he removed pin after pin,releasing the dusky cloud of curls to fan out over the pillow.Smiling, he drew his fingers through the tumbled silk. Coolfire caressed him. ‘Beautiful,’ he whispered.With shaking fingers he released the drawstring of her chemiseand pushed it down to expose her breasts. Then he loweredhis head and did what he had been fantasising about—drew the velvet soft flesh deep inside his mouth.He felt the shock jolt through her, heard her startled cry.Shuddering with the need to take her, he forced himself tobe gentle, tender, patient. His hands shook uncontrollably ashe removed the chemise and explored her trembling body,caressing every curve, waist, hip and sweetly rounded thigh.Urgency exploded inside her as his hands shaped andlearned her. All she could do was hold him to her as helavished pleasure on her with mouth and hands. His hands.