Page 81 of Prescription for Sin

“Your pulse is already elevated,” she said without turning. “Fascinating how anticipation sensitises the nerves.”

“How presumptuous of you. My pulse is slower than average, probably from a lack of stimulation. I’m feeling a little dizzy, in fact.”

Grinning, Emma brushed her hair slowly. “I’ve decided to aim for one hundred strokes when I brush my hair. It’s—”

“Any possibility you can talk less and do more, love?” His voice held amusement and growing heat.

“Indeed.” She faced him finally and began unlacing her bodice, then stopped midway, pulling out a long length of fabric. She had begun to tie a cloth around her bosom since going without corsets to allow more freedom of movement and breathing during surgery.

Everett’s eyes widened.

“The body’s response to anticipated pleasure is quite remarkable.” She circled him slowly, her voice taking on breathless quality. “How do you feel hearing I had a new chemise made? They highlight all your favourite parts on my body.”

“You did?” His mouth gaped open.

“And that I shall blindfold you so you can’t see me.” She wrapped the cloth around his eyes and tied it snugly.

“This will be torture for me.”

Chuckling, she announced, “I shall remove my bodice now.” Afterward, she exhaled dramatically and said, “Mm, that’s better. Although the lace over my breasts makes me feel very wicked.”

“What lace?”

“I had the modiste use only the finest Alençon lace from France to make this chemise. Shall I describe it to you?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“It is as delicate as cobwebs, with intricate fleurs-de-lis and climbing roses worked into the gossamer-fine mesh, revealing everything and yet nothing. All you need to do is pull on this ribbon”—she approached him with measured steps and brushed his neck with the end of the string—“to expose me completely for your viewing pleasure.”

He swallowed in response but stayed perfectly still as she circled around him.

“Now, I shall remove my skirts.” She untied them and draped them over the bed. “I’m covered in delicate white lace from my breasts to my knees. If you could see me, you’d see the shadow between my thighs.” She lowered her voice. “You may also see the wet spot from my arousal.”

A low, guttural groan escaped his throat, and Emma smiled at the large tent forming in his breeches.

“I am extremely aroused to be so exposed before you, fantasising about loosening your cravat and unbuttoning your shirt… Then tracing every muscle with my tongue…”

He exhaled deeply.

“I shall kiss every inch of you until I can swallow you whole—”

His groan was a mixture of frustration and arousal. Her fingers traced his cravat before untying it.

“Then,” she murmured near his ear, “I shall lick your…cock…from the base to the tip…” She heard his breath catch as she removed the cravat. “Once I’ve sucked on your cock until you are at the verge of climax, I will stop, wait for your ardour to subside if that’s possible…”

“Emma…” His voice rumbled low. She opened the collar of his shirt and continued to unbutton.

“I’ll be bent over before you, although you won’t know it,” she whispered, tugging on his falls to loosen the first button. “The lace stretching tightly over my bottom…”

“Christ… Emma…” His tone was pleading.

“With the shadow of my crack visible, except you can’t see…” She opened the falls and his member—thick, long, and rigid with pulsing veins—stood erect from dark curls. An involuntary moan escaped her throat, finding his manhood as magnificent as the first day they were introduced.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

“I’ll then lift my chemise and touch my cunny, wet and glistening with arousal…”

He was breathing harder now, half moan and half whimper.