Steamlust by Kristina Wright Page A

back in the chair as he dropped to his knees. His fingers were steady as he popped the buttons of her jacket free of their cloth confines. Together they worked it off, along with her overskirt, leaving Miranda clad only in her corset and petticoat. Her heart pounded as he lifted the heavy material to her knees, exposing her calves.
    His heart continued its steady beat. “I never got to do this before.”
    Leaning in, he hooked an arm beneath each of her knees and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. Miranda had to look away. She’d never been this exposed before, so open she knew there was nowhere she could hide. He spread the opening of the fabric, exposing the folds of her labia to him. With a soft growl, Frederick lowered his mouth and sucked her clit.
    Intense pleasure arched through her, sending her hips bucking to chase the sensations. Frederick pulled her legs wider, as he suckled and licked her, teasing her opening with his tongue. Miranda panted, reaching out to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples as he fell into a rhythm that matched the beating of his heart.
    “Frederick.” She moaned and canted her hips. “More.”
    The press of his finger into her pussy had her crying out. She’d played with herself many nights, imagining it was him, but the reality was much more. The pleasure rose and she knew she would reach her peak if he didn’t relent. Pulling at his hair to stop him, she was lost when he swatted her hand away and increased the pressure with his mouth. When a second
finger joined the first, Miranda conceded defeat.
    Her cry of pleasure filled the room, overpowering every other noise. Frederick didn’t stop, thrusting his fingers in and out of her at a pace so rapid, another wave of release rolled through her. Mercifully, he pulled away then.
    “Look at me, Mandy.” With effort, she forced herself to watch as he licked her come off his fingers. “You’re amazing.”
    Then he pressed those same glistening fingers to her lips. The idea of tasting her release should have been repulsive, but the look of ecstasy on his face as she darted her tongue up the digits quashed any hesitation she had.
    Biting the tip of his finger, Miranda smiled. “I want you.”
    His hands shook as he fumbled with the heavy belt, button and ties of his pants, only pushing them down far enough to free his hard cock. The tip glistened in the dim light, tempting her. She circled the head with her thumb, relishing the open-mouthed moan that fell from him.
    “I won’t last long, Mandy.”
    “I don’t care.”
    They still fit together. Miranda hooked her legs on each of the chair’s control arms, forcing her skirts to bunch at her thighs and giving him room to move closer. The press of his cockhead at her opening was at first only a tease. He didn’t enter her immediately, instead taking the time to work the laces of her corset free. Her breasts pulled free of their confines, her nipples bared to the cold air.
    Lifting her breast, Frederick suckled her nipple, much as he had her clit. The flick of his tongue over the tip matched the little pulses he gave with his hips. One moment, he teased her breast, the next he thrust his cock into her with a single push.
    He swallowed her moan with another long kiss. Miranda
fought to pull him closer—scratched and clawed at his back and neck as she drove her tongue into his mouth. Only once she needed air did she pull back. Their lips still touching, the words she’d wanted to say for two years fell from her.
    “I miss you every day. I hate seeing you and knowing I can’t touch you. You can’t be mine. I hate them and love them for saving you. You for saving me. Don’t leave me again.”
    Miranda pressed her hand to his steel chest, arched her back and cried out as she came a final earth-shattering time. Frederick increased the strength of his thrusts until the chair moved. His arms wrapped beneath her shoulders, crushing her body to his. Thrusting twice more, he let