Madness (10 page)

“
Quelle une femme incroyable
,” he gasped when she dared move her hand.

Gabrielle had never been told what an incredible woman she was before. It made her feel even more heated.

She squeezed him, hoping that might silence him before her cousin, five feet away, noticed anything was amiss. But it only made things worse.

Simon sounded as if he were choking, and she covered the noise with a cough. Her hand was now very damp indeed, and she guessed what had happened even as she was surprised at the speed with which it had occurred.

She wriggled her other hand down and reached into the pocket of her apron. She fished out a cleaning cloth, and handed it to him under the blanket.

“
Merci beaucoup, ma chérie
.”

He mopped her hand and then himself. When she brought her other hand back under his neck once more he kissed her hand again.

“
Bonne nuit
.”

“Are you all right?” she whispered.

“Just so tired now. Too much excitement for one day. But thank yo, my treasure. You have no idea what this means to me, to be treated like, well, like a man again, in every sense of the word. Especially by someone as lovely as you.”

She looked over to see if Antony had stirred but he was still lying with his eyes closed. She removed her hand from his trousers and sought his left hand.

She pulled it backwards and rested it on her buttock. His hand was so huge that a small shift had his fingers splayed over both. He also rubbed up and down the small of her back until she was sure she was on fire.

A few gathered handfuls of skirt gave him better access to her posterior. As she grew more heated she reached to the front to feel him once more.

He was both pliable and rigid, and she could sense him gathering his energies for another torrent of passion. With another look at Antony, who was now snoring, he rolled gently onto his back.

“Kiss me, please?”

She remembered with a smile that he had refused to kiss her the first time because he had not been able to brush his teeth. Well, he had now, so she drew the covers right up over his shoulder, shielding them somewhat from her cousin’s gaze, and brushed her lips softly with his.

“
Mon Dieu
, I’m going to explode again,” he rasped against her ear as he nuzzled her.

She could feel the rousing power in his loins as it gathered. This time she took a much less short and tentative stroke. Her fingers cupped his tender pouch lightly before stroking all the way up his shaft.

She felt him swell and surge. His hand grabbed hers to trap her palm around the throbbing velvety tip. It sprang into her delicate fist and he rammed his mouth over hers to silence his gasp of passion.

She tasted his tongue and actually found herself gladly drawing it into her mouth.

One man had tried to treat her thus at a ball one evening after he had had too much to drink. She had thought it the most repellent thing in the world.

But now it was as if she wanted to inhale and absorb every part of Simon's body into her, starting with his mouth.

Then she realised her legs had spread and her own flesh had swollen and distended. She was shocked. It was almost as if she had grown a new part of her body, something which could only ever be conjured up by the incredible passion he evoked deeply within her.

He kissed down her neck and suckled her right nipple, the one nearest him without him rolling right over on top of her and really giving the game away.

His long hard fingers found the slit in her drawers and she could feel her hips thrust right up off the pallet in stunned surprise comingled with the most desperately urgent need.

“Simon!” she panted.

Her face aglow with a light dew of perspiration, he moved his mouth up to kiss her lips into roses, petal-soft, moist with loving, engorged with life.

His licking her upper lip was her undoing. She could feel her own flood of passion explode. She gave him one uncontrollable caress with her whole juddering body and sent him spilling over the edge of sanity once more.
 

They both tensed as Antony gasped and snuffled in his sleep. Then they were silently roaring with laughter as they both tried to mop each other up. Another rending snore from her cousin had her holding her sides for fear they would split.

He kissed her warmly once more, his eyes sparkling. “I said it before, but it’s true.
Quelle une femme incroyable.
What an incredible woman you are.”

“And you’re an incredible man," she rejoined with a warm smile. "Just as long as you don’t snore like that, of course.”

“I don’t think I do. I’ve never had anyone to tell me apart from my brothers, and that was a lot of years ago.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Antony let out another ripping snore that shook the room.

“If he’s going to do that all night we might as well get in the tub for a better tiddle,” Simon joked.

“I thought you were tired?”

“I am, but this is too good. I can’t believe you’re here, that I’m touching you.”

“I can’t believe you touched me,” she whispered back, stroking his cheek tenderly. “It was heart-stopping.”

“So is what you did with your hand. Perfection. But you don’t have to do this just because you feel sorry for me. I mean, it’s not as if they don’t let me have a whore every three months or so if I really need—”

“What?” she gasped, deeply shocked.

“Aye," he said, nodding. "they let us have an outlet. I mean, I don’t, well, all the way. Just sort of what you did to me now, though most of the time it’s just—”

Antony’s loud snore interrupted what he had been about to say. He nearly collapsed in a paroxysm of laughter.

“Gosh, we might as well get up and go to the other side of the tub and kiss if he’s going to keep doing that,” he said, shaking his head.

“I still think inside the tub and a tiddle is the best idea.”

But Simon shook his head. “I’ll lose all control with you if you kiss me again. But if I can have a breast-”

She nodded, running her fingers through his hair as he moved his lips to her bosom.

He laved her nipples until she wanted to weep in frustration, for embarrassing thought their passionate writhing had been, she was desperate for more.

She guided his hand down and he swirled the strange peak which had sprung up at the front of her mound. She longed for his fingers to penetrate her, but he could sense from her tightness and shyness that this was uncharted territory, not to be invaded at any price.

“No, love, we can’t. You mustn’t—”

“I feel like I’m going to climb the walls if you don’t,” she gritted out urgently.

“Easy,
ma petite.
Here’s your little magic seat of pleasure, your clitoris, or in my language,
un bouton d’amour
. If I wet my fingers I can give you a lot more pleasure. May I?”

“Do it, please,” she gasped, quivering with need.

He licked his fingers, commenting on how delicious she tasted, which caused her to blush and shoot a terrified look over at Antony.

He was still oblivious, and so was she as Simon began to tease her and run his fingers over her peaks and valleys with a surety of touch which had her hips thrusting against his hand so desperately he had all to do not to take her there and then.

He whispered in her ear, “If we were alone, do you know what I would do to you?”

She shook her head.

“Do you want me to tell you?” he asked, nuzzling her ear and nibbling the lobe.

“Mmm, yes please.”

“I would lick you all over, running my tongue inside and out. Explore you fully with it, and my fingers and finally my straining manhood. Penetrate you with all three until you melted against me and called out my name. I would wander over every part of your body, so that you would know my touch everywhere. I’d possess you utterly, so that you could never think of anything but my touch, my passion. Oh God, Gabrielle,
j’ai besoin de toi.”

“I need you too,” she panted, before feasting on his lips and tongue with her own.

Antony’s next snore certainly didn’t elicit a giggle from either of them. She was clinging to his shoulders and almost begging him to take her, and the hell with the consequences.

He pressed her hand and said in a thready whisper, “I’m sorry. This taste of heaven isn’t enough.”

“What can we do?”

He shook his head. “No, I can’t—”

“Please, I need you—”

“All right, but you need to promise me you’ll keep your legs together tightly no matter what.”

"Yes," she said, willing to promise him anything, anything to free herself from the passionate prison she had suddenly found herself enmeshed in.

“Go on, press them together,” he instructed a short time later.

He had by now worked the tapes of her drawers loose and peeled them off her hips, then dragged his own trousers down to his knees. Still on his side, he carefully inserted himself between the plump flesh of her thighs, setting her completely atremble with the most incredible longings.

The whole length of him stroked her outside, including her whorl of delight. She could feel her whole body both tightening and loosening as they lay face to face, aching to draw him even closer, draw him in….

He kissed her like a drowning man gasping for his last breath and brought them both to a climax all the most startling for having been so sudden and powerful. Her eyes flew wide at the stunning sensation, and she gasped his name into his mouth.

Afterwards they lay in each other’s arms like two spent swimmers clinging to each other for strength and their very survival. Antony’s loud snoring was the only sound in the room apart from some contented sighs and kisses as they eventually floated back down to earth.

What they had shared truly went beyond words. He ran his tongue along the crease of her lips softly. Then he grasped the cloth.

“Let me, love.”

He cleaned her soaking thighs and adjusted their clothing back into some semblance of order.