The Inventors Wife Page 7

  Feeling his body against hers was so heavenly she never wanted it to end. He was male, rough and deliciously invasive. Perspiration covered their bodies as they twisted and strained against one another.

  The spot directly above the entrance to her vagina—the very same area the egg device had caressed—grew especially responsive. When she pressed that area against his pelvis, a distinct throbbing developed. To increase the sensation, she slid her hands around his waist and hooked her legs over his. She met each of his thrusts with a raise of her hips. Every time they slammed together, the pleasure intensified. She gulped in air, fanning the flames as high as they could go.

  Daniel pumped her with sudden ferocity, and that’s when her mind threw off its chains of propriety. Elena gasped for breath as fiery spasms shook her body like tree branches in a storm. A pleasant burn spread through her chest. Even her nipples tingled. Every inch of her being shuddered with uncontrollable delight.

  Above her, the inventor growled and delivered three sharp thrusts in rapid succession. His face turned slack and he moaned as a gush of hot seed shot from his cock. The viscous warmth spread outward and filled her.

  After a few more gentle thrusts, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “I daresay we both needed that.”

  Elena nodded. She smoothed her palms against his hot, heaving torso. “I didn’t mean to insult your devices. They really are wonderful.”

  He shook his head. “Not to worry.” He cupped her cheek. “I’m going to withdraw now, all right?”

  She nodded. As he shifted away, she stole a glance at his spent penis. It glistened in the light of the electric lamps, still fairly erect. She marveled at the sight. Who knew the human body could be just as fascinating as mechanical devices?

  Her own had gone through a distinct transformation as well. Her pelvic area was swollen and felt a bit raw, but at the same time, a complete sense of relaxation infused her flesh. She noted the stickiness of her thighs, the perspiration covering her chest, and the trembling of her muscles. Her skin was red and blotchy in places. Rather a messy state, but understandable given the physicality of their encounter. She would not have wanted it any other way.

  As Daniel stepped to the floor, she drew the back of her hand across her face. “My, but it’s warm in here.”

  He grinned. “With good reason. I’ll get us some water.”

  He retrieved the pitcher of water and quickly rejoined her. As she sat up, legs dangling over the edge of the pallet, he poured half of the water onto her chest, belly and mons to roughly clean and cool her off. Then he did the same to himself with the rest. The clear liquid cascaded down his cheeks and chest. She suddenly felt an urge to lick him clean. Perhaps when they became better acquainted…

  Daniel set down the pitcher. Elena gazed in wonder at his firm buttocks. No wonder the Greeks had given birth to so many nude sculptures. She was seeing the male body in a whole new light. Of course, even in her limited experience with men, she knew the inventor was a unique specimen. Handsome, lean, broad of chest. He smelled nice. The man had a brilliant mind and was passionate about his work. She wondered if he could ever feel as passionate about her.

  Daniel rejoined her and sat on the pallet. “Might take a bit of time for us to dry off in this heat.”

  “I’m curious, Mr. Miller.”

  He feigned a shocked expression. “Elena Harrington is curious about something? What astonishing news!”

  “Oh, do behave yourself,” she said, but added a smile to soften her words. “I want to know…where did you learn to do all of that?”

  He barked out a laugh. “You mean my inventions, or my…personal talents?”

  Her cheeks grew warm at the realization she’d not been clear. “Your tinkering, of course. How did you discover your gift?”

  His tawny brows drew together as he considered her question. “I was an orphan. My parents died of diphtheria when I was barely three years old.”

  She squeezed his hand. “My condolences on your loss.”

  He nodded in acknowledgement and, wondrously, didn’t withdraw his hand. “An uncle and aunt on my mother’s side took me in. They treated me well, but it was not to last.”

  “That sounds ominous. What happened?”

  “They fell on difficult times. My uncle…he strove to keep a job, but none of them ever seemed to quite work out. My aunt worked for a local milliner, yet her earnings fell far short of what they needed. They sold their home, but it was in such poor condition they barely turned a profit.”

  “How awful.”

  “They shielded me from the worst of it, but yes, that’s the word for it. Rather than risk me growing up in the local poorhouse, they apprenticed me to a gunsmith. I learned the trade and served him until I was twenty-one. I’d realized early on that the gunsmith trade wasn’t my calling, but Mr. Barlow and his partner taught me everything they knew. I was always building something on the side, often from odd and end parts.”

  “How did you become such a popular inventor?”

  He chuckled. “I don’t know about popular, but it is true, my work is fairly well known. I began designing devices for domestic use, the kind to make household tasks go quicker and with more efficiency, but since they were so unique and expensive to build, only the wealthy could afford them. The more sensational my inventions, the more appeal they had.” He absentmindedly scratched his chest. “Sometimes, a customer hired me to build a unique device, like an automaton or steam-powered transportation machine. News of my talent spread through word of mouth. I went from contract to contract until I wound up here.”

  Elena stared at him in wonder. “What a marvelous life you have led.” She looked askance. “Well, later on.”

  He cupped her cheek and turned her head to face him. “What about you, Miss Harrington?”

  “What about me?”

  “No need to be coy.”

  “But I’m not! What would you like to know?”

  He dropped his hand and shrugged. “Tell me something about you that no one else knows.”

  She giggled into her hand. “You mean besides my sampling of your devices?”

  He grinned. “Yes.”

  She tapped a finger against her chin. What was there to share with him? She’d led a very mundane life. “Well, I have a collection of metal parts.”

  “Do you now?”

  She nodded. “It’s all tucked away where no one can find it.”

  He brushed her belly with the back of his hand. “I see. A secret treasure. What do you do with them?”

  She shivered in response to his touch. “Oh, nothing in particular. Look at them every so often.” She gestured in the direction of the mansion. “But it’s silly, really. Hardly much to be proud of. I’m an affluent woman, but I’d rather my life be filled with meaningful pursuits than riches.”

  His expression turned serious. “Be careful what you wish for.”

  She recalled Daniel’s account of his beggared youth. “True, but all my life, I have done little more than sit around the house. If I could at least be in charge of something, like, oh, say, a philanthropic endeavor, my existence would prove worthwhile.” She wrinkled her nose. “As it is, my life is dreadfully wasteful. That seems…wrong. While you were struggling for every penny, I wasted a hundred times that number on frivolous pursuits.”

  “You have a dream to contribute to the world. To balance the scales of justice.”

  She nodded vigorously. “That’s it exactly!”

  Elena was thrilled he understood her. She had ambition and was horrified at the thought of squandering it. She was a human being, not an ornament to be forever trapped in a display case. With proper freedom, she could help make a difference in the lives of those less fortunate.

  “I know the sentiment. Something tells me I have yet to achieve my greatest accomplishment.”

  She clapped her hands. “I cannot wait to see what you achieve!” Perhaps I could be a part of it.

  He flashed her a smile as
he stepped to the floor. “Would you like some more water?”

  She shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you.”

  He went to the tray and filled a glass from the other pitcher. He drained it quickly. Then he turned to her, his cock in his hand. He began stroking it. “Why don’t we have some more fun?”

  She couldn’t peel her gaze away from the unabashed way he fondled himself. He seemed so comfortable in his own skin. Plus, he had an uncanny ability to anticipate her interests. “What…what do you have in mind?”

  “Would you like to take me into your mouth?”

  Chapter Seven

  Elena stared at his semi-rigid shaft. “I….”

  Did she? She had not even known it was something people did.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t like. You can just touch it with your fingers. Or lick it.”

  “I can certainly…try.” She eased down from the pallet. She had to admit, she was curious about that part of his body. She dropped to her knees before him. His penis bobbed before her face. Its earthy scent filled her nostrils. She glanced upwards. Daniel nodded encouragement.

  She reached out and touched the head with her fingertips. Warm. Spongy. Then she grasped his penis in both hands. She gently stroked him, enjoying the textured feel of his skin. Daniel closed his eyes as she explored. Then he moaned, long and low. She smiled demurely. Who knew a woman could have such a powerful effect on a man? She was learning more lessons in a single night than her entire education combined.

  The inventor had said she could take him into her mouth. What did he taste like? She scooted closer. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue. She pressed it against the tip. He tasted a bit salty. Tangy. She suddenly remembered where his cock had just been—inside her!

  She increased her pace, lapping at it as one would a delicious piece of toffee. In fact, within her grasp, his cock was growing as hard as candy.

  Daniel placed a hand on her head. Tingles raced across her scalp at his gentle touch. “That’s very good. Do it as long as you like.”

  Oh, I will! Elena sucked and licked his cock all over. The longer she caressed him with her mouth, the more she became aware of her nakedness. The humid air warmed and moistened her skin all over, but especially between her thighs. In fact, her core still pulsed from their recent coupling. She craved more of this new sensation, so she positioned her bottom atop one of her heels. Pressing down created a delightful spasm between her thighs. She slowly moved her bottom up and down on her heel while taking Daniel’s cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

  The inventor stroked her cheek with his calloused fingertips, panting hard. “I have an idea. Let me put it between your breasts. That is, if you’re so inclined.”

  “I would be very much inclined,” she whispered.

  He guided her back to the chair. Braced his knees against it and poised his body over hers. Ah, now she understood. He had found a way to adjust for their height differences.

  She took a breast in each hand and cradled his wet, turgid cock. Then she began rubbing the soft pillows of flesh against it. She glanced up to gauge his reaction. “Like this?”

  “Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “Perfect.”

  He slid his cock back and forth between her breasts for a good long while. Now and then, she flicked out her tongue to lick its head. Then he abruptly pulled away. Elena stared at him in bewilderment. Had she done something wrong? This experience was so new to her. If there were specific instructions to follow, she wasn’t aware of them.

  Daniel grabbed a nearby blanket and threw it down on the floor. “Here, let me show you something else.”

  There’s more?

  He stretched out on his back. “Get on your hands and knees above me, with my face between your thighs.”

  Heat flooded her cheeks. He wanted to position her most private area above his face? She thought about all the times she’d eliminated body waste. Was the inventor serious? Her brow furrowed. “Are you sure?”

  A lopsided grin appeared on his face as he extended his hand toward her. “Indubitably.”

  Given his skills in the art of love, she decided to trust his judgment. She scooted forward and swung her right leg over him. He grasped her thighs and helped shift her into place. Her vulva couldn’t have been more than a few inches above his face. He pulled her closer, easing her down. His fingers gently parted her pubic hair. His hot breath warmed her skin. Then his tongue began lapping at her moist slit.

  Elena cried out. She still felt acutely sensitive. Each flick of his tongue sent a bolt of delight through her core. As he pushed his tongue inside her, she collapsed forward in shock. She’d never imagined such a warm, wet massage was even possible.

  Daniel rubbed her bottom with both hands as he prodded her. Then he sucked on the tiny pearl of flesh that she’d come to associate with rapture. It felt dangerously good. She fought against the urge to grind against his face, but despite her best efforts, he clamped his mouth to her opening. Then he continued his divine assault.

  The inventor’s cock rose before her, as hard as a poker. Was this a direct response to his tongue being inside her? Perhaps she should reciprocate. In fact, if she shifted forward, she could take it into her mouth again. So she did.

  Daniel moaned as she swept her eager tongue across his throbbing flesh. She moistened every inch she could reach. She discovered by controlling her throat muscles just so, she could absorb his length all the way to his scrotum. After her lips reached the base of his penis, the inventor’s hips jolted upwards. The action dislodged her, but clearly, he wanted her to continue.

  She grasped his cock in one hand and eased him back into her mouth. Her tongue probed the tiny slit at the top. Suddenly, a bit of liquid oozed from it. Elena sucked at it greedily. The more she sucked his cock, the harder he became. He stretched her mouth so wide, her jaw began to ache.

  She bobbed her head up and down his cock faster and faster. Slurping sounds filled the room as they feasted on each other. Copious amounts of her saliva dripped from her mouth and onto his cock. Daniel speared her relentlessly with his tongue. The lusty thrill of being stuffed at both ends made her squirm with excitement.

  He soon transformed her into a warm, quivering mass of flesh. She released his cock with a gasp as a delectable spasm rocked her vaginal muscles. She arched her back and lifted her face to the heavens. It was as though she’d awakened from a deep slumber only to discover she now inhabited a marvelous new world where pleasure reigned supreme. Exquisite vibrations tore through her body and then liquid burst from inside her. Daniel’s body jumped in response, and then his mouth opened wide to receive it.

  Elena dove back toward his thick cock. She increased the pace of her sucking, intent on taking his seed into her mouth. She had a vision of it spouting fast and deep into her throat. How much of it would she be able to swallow? Would his output be more than her small mouth could manage? She couldn’t discover the answer soon enough.

  But the inventor had other plans. He groaned and then pulled his head away from her dripping flesh. Her world spun as he abruptly sat up and rolled her off of him. “Not yet.”

  Elena pouted. “Why ever not? I was enjoying myself very much.”

  He drew his forearm across his mouth. His recent efforts had made his lips a deeper shade of red. “As was I, but let’s make it last longer.”

  “Oh.” Well, she certainly wasn’t going to argue with him about that!

  The inventor coaxed her to the floor and onto her back. Time seemed to stand still as he stroked her neck and fondled her breasts. She watched contentedly as he squeezed the soft flesh in his rough hands. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he had the deft hands of a baker. Then he dragged his hot tongue across her nipples. She gasped and clutched his head. She loved the feel of his tousled brown hair beneath her hands.

  While sucking greedily at a breast, he splayed his hand and stroked his palm down her torso, across her belly and all the way to h
er mound. He began kneading her vaginal flesh anew, paying particular attention to her swollen nub.

  Elena grabbed his shoulders to steady herself as another wave of pure delight swept over her body. He’d set her insides humming as surely as he wound up his clockwork creations. Daniel then slid two long fingers inside her. He stroked her tender skin, re-igniting the fire inside her. She clenched him tightly, astounded at how much pleasure he was milking from her body.

  Then the inventor did a most unexpected thing.

  He kissed her.

  She gasped as their mouths met. As her lips parted in surprise, Daniel slid his tongue inside her mouth. She was so shocked, she almost pulled away. She’d never been kissed like that at all. The act seemed strange and crude and yet so very…arousing.

  His strong jaw and wet, thick tongue mercilessly ravaged her. Though wild and ruthless, the contact excited her. As he kissed her, his long fingers plunged in and out of her vagina, soaking her beyond belief.

  As she lay locked in his arms, he bucked his cock against her hip. Elena found it impossible to be still, so she rubbed and twisted and moved her body against his like a wildcat.

  But it still wasn’t enough. She grasped his cheeks and made him look at her. “Would you please put yourself inside me again?”

  “My pleasure,” he rumbled.

  After one last, urgent kiss, he guided her back onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, grabbed her hips and yanked her bottom toward his pelvis.

  “Move your legs wider apart,” he ordered.

  She bit her lip as she complied. The inventor’s actions were rough and demanding, yet impossible to resist. Her bottom now stuck up in the air, exposing her plump, wet vulva. She’d never been more vulnerable in the presence of a man, and yet she was also the safest she’d ever been.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.” His low voice promised a bewitching kind of experience.