What She Craves by Lacy Danes

wait to taste them.
    â€œThere’s a book with pictures in it and with a bit of practice…” Mary shrugged her shoulders. “I was supposed to do one more posture, but the selection started early for you.” She continued to rub oil into Hannah’s stomach.
    Kenneth’s heart constricted. That was the reason he was late to the selection. Rupert started early because she was in so much pain. When he found the person who tried keeping him from Hannah this night, they would end up in as much pain as she went through.
    â€œWhat was the other position?” Curiosity poured from Hannah’s voice, and he couldn’t help but grin.
    Jerome, his valet, poured oil into his hands and began to rub the slickness into his thighs. Burning tingles, changing to cool tickles, spread in his hands’ wake. His muscles jumped.
    â€œWhat is in that?” he asked Rupert, who stood setting candles into a candelabra.
    â€œIt is a mint oil. Good, isn’t it?” The corner of his lip curved up. “You will enjoy using it in your play.”
    Jerome continued to massage, and Kenneth turned to face the ladies again.
    Hannah’s eyes were wide; her body leaned forward trying to absorb every detail of her conversation. The same curiosity and awe on her face as…His stomach clenched. Damn, that look. Sweet Hannah. After tonight, I will awaken your mind and body to pleasures you don’t know exist.
    â€œSir, lift your arms please.” Jerome shook his head.
    His body tingled as the oil rubbed up his underarms. With the friction from Hannah’s body, this oil would be maddening.
    â€œHow…umm…” Hannah paused, waving her hands in the air as her hair tumbled down in a rush. A curtain of black velvet. Beautiful. He groaned, imagining the soft strands tickling his chest as she rode him. “With all your amours, what would you say brings a man the most pleasure?” Hannah’s voice hitched in pain, and her hand spread across her belly.
    Sweet Hannah. He closed his eyes. Shit. The urge to please still pulsed strong. He sighed. He had hoped the brew’s effect was fading. He would do his best to not cause her further discomfort. Warmth spread through his muscles as he imagined her pleasuring him till he couldn’t move. His lips quirked. After this, she would do it too.
    â€œSo you stretch before every encounter?”
    â€œSure do. Most of my amours like to watch.” Jennifer brushed a white cloth across Hannah’s breasts. She was being nice to Hannah. He worried about that.
    â€œAmazing. I…I never would have thought.” Hannah’s hands clenched. Kenneth blew his breath out. Her pain increased.
    â€œAh, you know men. They like to look at anything naked that has a fine shape.” Mary ran a comb through Hannah’s mane.
    â€œSo true,” Emma said.
    â€œYou have a lovely form, so tall and lean.”
    Hannah glanced down at her body. “Me…well…I…I’m quite short.” She inhaled. “My husband always said I was much too s-short for his liking.”
    Kenneth’s muscles tensed at the anguish and uncertainty inflected in those words. She was perfect. What kind of cork brain would tell his wife she was too small? His teeth clenched as anger flooded him. Ah, Hannah. What did your husband do to you? The bastard. Her strong urge to please came from something that bugger did to her.
    â€œBut look how well put together you are. Fine hair and eyes. You are quite pretty.” Mary smiled.
    Yes, she was, and more, and he intended to prove how much she meant to him. Hannah bit her lip, eyes big and round, uncertainty and pain written plain as day on her features. He would show her in every action how much she pleased him. That was what this event was for. To worship her, to please her, and in the process to show her his pleasure.
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    â€œDo you need anything else before the ceremony begins?”