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for Guy to sit upon the footstool. When he was ready, his
sketch once more upon his lap, she tugged her chemise up over her head then lay
back on the chaise. Naked apart from her silk stockings, she was suddenly
liberated beyond her wildest imaginings.
    Guy stared at her for a moment
then flung his work to the floor and crossed to her side. He lowered to his
knees next to her and pulled her roughly toward him. She met his silver-blue
eyes and curled an arm around his neck, then she moaned
as he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her.
    At first, his kiss was soft, his
lips warm and gentle, but as he supported her head with one arm, he ran his
free hand down over her shoulder and cupped her breast. The sensation filled
Anne with longing and she gasped as he squeezed her erect nipple and tickled it
with his fingertip.
    The he moved his hand lower and
Anne wriggled on the chaise. Guy cupped her bottom first, filling his hand with
her curved rear before sliding it over her rounded thighs. She pulled away from
his persistent mouth for a moment. “Touch me, Guy. Please. I need to be
touched.”
    He grinned. “What the lady
wants…”
    Anne kissed him again and he
plundered her mouth with his tongue, darting it in and out, and feathering it
over her eager lips. He stroked his hand over her belly, then lower and lower until
it nestled in the curls at the apex of her thighs. When he parted her legs, she
shivered with delight.
    “Now, Anne. Let me show you what
a talented artist can do.”
    Guy pulled her down so that she
was flat upon the chaise then moved around to the end where her feet rested. He
slid her toward him until her bottom was right at the edge and her legs hung
open. Anne thought she might know what he planned to do but she wasn’t sure.
She had heard the maids speak of such matters but Alfred had never performed
this act upon her.
    Now Guy did.
    He lowered his head and kissed
her curls and Anne trembled at the sweetness of his hot breath on her most
sensitive place. Then he used his one hand to part her lower lips and ran his
hot tongue over the needy flesh. When he touched her swollen bud, she sighed
with sheer pleasure.
    Guy lifted his head. “One more
thing will make this even better for you,” he whispered then inserted a finger
into her heat before resuming his tender suckling of her lower lips. Each
flicker of his tongue and each ministration of his keen lips sent pleasure
shuddering through Anne’s body. She ran her hands over her breasts and pinched
at her nipples as Guy devoured her with the hunger of a man consumed by desire.
    As he penetrated her with his
finger, she moved in time with him until she climbed to the point of pleasure.
Just as she felt she could take no more, Guy inserted another finger and the
pressure at her opening, combined with the relentless tonguing of her aroused
bud, sent her hurtling into a carnal climax from which there was no return. She
grabbed his blonde curls and bucked against him as wave after wave of pleasure
rocked her body and she contracted around his fingers as he pushed them deep inside
her.
    “Thank you, Guy. Thank you so
much.” Anne flopped exhausted onto the chaise. Such intense
and delightful sensations. She had experienced things she had only ever dreamed
about. Guy moved away from between her legs and crawled around the chaise and
up to her side. He kissed her forehead gently and she smelled her own arousal
on his skin. It lifted her heart to know that he had been keen to offer her
such delights. That men could please women so intensely astonished her, yet
part of her knew that she had always suspected this could happen.
    “I should be leaving soon.” Guy’s
words tore away her happiness and she sat upright, suddenly awkward in her
nudity. She covered her breasts with her arms and pulled her legs together.
    “Already?” She coughed to hide her embarrassment at the desperation in her voice.
    “I am afraid so. I have an
engagement this