She nodded. ‘I like everything I see. Can I…can I touch you?’
Lillian reached towards his erection and ran a tentative finger down the length. He closed his eyes and savored the light touch, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as having the person he was closest to, apart from his daughter, put her soft hands on his body. His penis bobbed and she laughed. He covered her hand with his and wrapped them around his shaft, hissing in a breath and squeezing. Showing her what he liked. ‘That’s so good,’ he murmured, ‘And yet not enough. Not nearly enough.’
He nudged her back wards towards the top of the bed. ‘Lie down.’ Holding her wrists, he eased her back onto the thick quilt, leaving her legs dangling over the side, but when he pressed her thighs apart with his palms she jumped and her head rose from the bed.
She stared at him. ‘What are you doing?’
Brent frowned. ‘I assumed your husband would have done these things with you.’ He waved towards her exposed sex and her swollen labia. Unable to help himself, he ran a finger through her crease and sighed when he found her soaking wet. ‘If he didn’t bring you to orgasm this way, Lillian, then he robbed you of one of the most pleasurable things a woman can experience. Let me show you.’ Her muscles relaxed and he gently used his thumbs to spread her wide enough to give him a better view. Blood raced to his groin and he swelled, harder than when he’d sighted her rounded breasts. His chest tightened as he looked his fill at her centre and admired her pink and swollen folds. ‘You want me.’
Her eyes were squinted and her answer was a whisper. ‘Yes. Please. Now.’
‘Look at me Lillian and tell me that you won’t regret this tomorrow, because in another few minutes I doubt I’ll be able to stop. Not when you’re spread open and ready to welcome me into your body. Not when you’re all I can see and think about.’
She swallowed and nodded. ‘I do…’
She cleared her throat and his own tightened with emotion. Never had he imagined that he’d have the chance to make love to his best friend, and never had he wanted a woman more. When he’d married he’d been infatuated with his wife, though it had taken only a few months to discern that the sweet and congenial Marion he knew was a fa?ade and nothing like the nasty and conniving female she revealed herself to be after she wore his ring and carried his name.
Her voice was stronger the second time. ‘I do want you and there will be no regrets tomorrow. Not from me, at least.’ She looked at him with a question in her eyes.
He shook his head. ‘I’m honored that you want to be with me and no, I’ll never regret any time we have together. This night is already the best I’ve spent in many moons.’ He bent and ran his tongue up her outer wetness before dipping the tip into her crevice. “You taste good and you feel amazing.’ He slid two fingers inside and wiggled them. She gave a soft squeal of astonishment and, hopefully, enjoyment, so he did it again and again until she writhed on the bed, hips lifting, and breathing shortened. ‘So beautiful and so close,’ he murmured, ‘feeling like a king for rousing so much passion in someone trained from birth to show no public displays of emotion.
His lover’s mouth opened and he knew she was about to shatter with her release, his level of excitement rising with hers. Nothing would please him more than to hear her scream his name as she orgasmed, long and hard.
‘Bloody hell.’ He withdrew his fingers, pushed her legs together, and straightened, all in one movement. Grasping her wrists, he tugged her upright. ‘Someone’s coming,’ he hissed beside her ear, ‘And our masks are gone.’
Her hand half-smothered her gasp but her eyes were wide with fright, and her cheeks had lost all their previously-pink color. Thinking fast, Brent kicked what clothing he could reach with his foot under the bed, scooped Lillian up and tossed her over his shoulder. The room had no where to hide but a large wardrobe at one end of the rectangular room and he prayed that it wasn’t filled with clothing. On the way, he grabbed other garments from the floor and strode to the cupboard, wrenching open the doors.