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flesh so gently, so
carefully, her fear dissipated to nothing.
    “I must kiss them,” he said.
    He dipped his head to press his lips to the top of first one
breast, then the other. After he returned to the first, he ran his mouth down
until it touched the hardened tip.
    She moaned as the contact sent licks of flame through her.
“Philip!”
    He lifted his head to look at her. “You’d have me stop,
Mary?”
    “Nay,” she answered. “Nay.”
    He watched her, but once he was sure it was so, he looked
down at her breasts. “These are the most perfect I’ve ever seen.” He gently
pressed them together and lifted them in his hands.
    “You’ve seen so many, then, my lord?”
    He laughed. “On many a tavern wench with a low bodice
serving me a tankard of ale.” Instead of lifting his head, he looked up at her
through his eyelashes. “Is that the proper answer?”
    “‘Twill do.”
    She put her hands on his cheeks and lifted his face until
she could reach his mouth. His eyebrows rose as she leaned forward to press her
mouth to his. His beard rasped pleasantly against her palms. He tasted of ale
and something uniquely Philip.
    While she kissed him, moving her lips carefully across his,
testing their texture and pliancy, he moved his hands on her breasts, splaying
the fingers so that the tip of each index finger rested on a nipple.
    She sucked in a gasp as his fingers pressed down lightly.
Exquisite, prickly sensations jabbed into her through the nipples. It was hot
and icy cold at the same time, like nothing she’d ever experienced, and it sent
a bubbly sensation floating through her veins. The heat from it gathered low
down in her loins, building a new sort of tension there.
    He squeezed gently, brushed across the nipples, circled them
with his fingers, even pinched just enough to make her squeal with pleasure
rather than pain. He was gentle, careful, and clever, teasing the hardened tips
until she didn’t think she could contain the fire it roused.
    Then he dipped his head and ran his tongue over them.
Pleasure more intense than she’d ever imagined was possible shot through her
when he licked and sucked at her nipples.
    Time disappeared, lost meaning, didn’t exist, as Philip
taught her the many ways he could pleasure her breasts. She felt she could have
spent the rest of the night letting him show her the stunning sensations of
which her body was capable. But eventually, he drew back and lifted her shift
back into place. He tried to retie the tape at the back but his fingers weren’t
steady enough to manage.
    She took his hands and moved them off her shoulders, holding
them in front of her. “I’ll just put the gown back over it,” she said. She
didn’t release his hands, however, as she searched his face. She was coming to
like his face a great deal, she realized, and she treasured every hot look from
his blue eyes, every smile from his shapely mouth.
    “Philip,” she said on a sighing breath. “Thank you.”
    He kissed her again, a kiss that went on and on when neither
of them wanted to break it off. At last, though, he drew back. “‘Tis time to be
abed,” he said. “The morning approaches more rapidly than we might wish.”
    * * * * *
    When she’d left, Philip lay back on the bed. His mind
replayed the scene with Mary over and over, keeping him from sleep. His cock
grew harder and throbbed as he remembered. She would be his e’er long. Though
she knew it not, hers was a sensual and responsive nature. Soon enough she’d be
begging to have his shaft inside her. She’d be hot and tight and slick.
    The thought made his cock harden even further until it ached
unbearably. He reach down and wrapped his hand around it. With thoughts of
Mary’s shapely lips, lovely breasts, and rounded derriere in mind, he pumped
himself. Liquid precursor dripped from the end, lubricating the slide of his
fingers. He gasped as the pleasure and tension grew. One of these days she’d
put her lips and tongue on his