Chapter 6

The bedroom they seemed to have been assigned was obviously the master suite, with its attached sitting room and bath. The open door was one of the first at the top of the stairs and this time, it was the only room on this floor that was lit. Inside, a cheery fire crackled in the cast iron hearth and the gaslights glowed softly in their wall sconces. Noel carried her into the suite and set her onto her feet next to the high canopy bed.

"You need any help with those clothes?" he murmured with a suggestive glint in his bright blue eyes. "I'll be happy to assist."

Shelby's laugh was a little bit breathless. "Yeah. Probably with almost everything. I'm not even sure I can manage my own shoes in this getup." She'd figured out how to go to the bathroom earlier, but even that had been a trick. Hoopskirts were a pain in the butt.

"Okay, shoes it is." He put his hands under her armpits and lifted her to sit on the bed before kneeling at her feet. The hoops stood up, blocking him from her view, but she wrestled them into submission, not wanting to miss a thing.

Oh wow, I could get used to seeing him there between my legs. Her breasts swelled, making her nipples rasp against the stiff material of her corset. Watching him pick up her foot and carefully undo the buttons on the side of her boot shouldn't have been an overtly sexual sight, but somehow with Noel it was. Once he'd pulled the boot off and tossed it aside, he kissed the arch of her instep before setting that foot down and switching to the other.

"What all do you have on under here?" he muttered, grinning up at her. "I don't even know what some of these things are called."

"Well, from what I figured out earlier, there are two petticoats, one under the hoopskirt and one over it. There's stockings and garters. Then the bloomers - which I think were really called drawers."

"And how does an accountant know so much about Victorian wardrobes?" He pulled off the second boot and tossed it over her shoulder. Gently, he ran his hands up her calves over the heavy black stockings.

Shelby felt her face heat. Squeezing her eyes shut, she admitted, "Romance novels. My secret vice."

His laugh was sexy, not mocking. "Ah, hidden depths. Well, any and all knowledge might come in handy, I guess." His fingers slid up under the lacy bottom of the drawers to find the garter tied just above her knee. After a few deft tugs, he released the tie and slowly rolled the stocking down her leg and off her foot.

Her breath caught and her pussy practically ached with longing, but she didn't say a word to rush him. With deliberate intensity, he treated the other leg to the same lingering touch. When both feet were bare, he slid his hands up along her thighs, a wide grin spreading across his face when he discovered that her drawers weren't sewn together in the middle.

"Easy-access undies," he said. "Now that's the first thing that's been convenient about this whole outfit." Warm fingers slid into the gap, finding her core. He brushed against her mound, gently tracing her wet, swollen flesh.

"Lie back," he whispered. Moving her legs farther apart, he pushed her skirts and petticoats up to her waist. She couldn't see him now because of the hoops, so she closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of his hands gently parting the fabric of her drawers and his soft groan as his thumb rasped along her outer lips.

"So pretty. A natural redhead." His voice was low and husky and she could feel his warm breath on her thighs. "And that pussy is so pink and plump and glistening. Is all that cream just for me?" He parted her labia and leaned in to lick at her dripping slit.

"Mmm-hmm." It was the closest to coherent speech she could manage. There was something unbelievably erotic about having him touch her so intimately when they were both wearing so much clothing.

His busy tongue licked and probed at her entrance before moving up to circle her aching clit. Shelby let out a whimpering little cry and grabbed on to the covers to keep from lifting up off the bed. When he slid two big fingers inside her cunt, she canted her hips toward him, deepening the welcome invasion.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. I'm going to go off like a rocket once I get inside you." He pumped gently with his fingers, curling them a little to find a spot up inside her vagina that she hadn't even known existed.

When the rough pad of his finger massaged it, she couldn't help calling his name.

"That's it, Shelby. Let it happen. I want to feel you come all over my hand, all over my face." While his fingers kept up the steady onslaught, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked.

Shelby stopped breathing for just a second as her body coiled like a giant spring. She'd never gone up this fast or this hard before - in her limited experience, orgasms were something a girl had to work for. Apparently not with Noel. He pumped his hand two more times, sucked harder on her swollen nub, and the world shattered around her.

Noel squeezed his eyes shut as Shelby's snug pussy clamped down on his fingers and rippled with the force of her climax. Making her come without taking off anything but her shoes and stockings was sexy as hell. He really wanted nothing more than to drop his pants and shove his iron-hard cock into that warm, twitching pussy, but next time he wanted to see her face. That damn flippy hoopskirt thing was cool to look at but it sure as hell got in the way during sex.

When she stopped spasming around his fingers, he pulled them out and licked her gently, lapping up the rush of juices from her orgasm. Standing, he took her hands and pulled her to her feet. Her pale skin was rosy and lightly sheened with moisture while her lips were plump and pink. He pulled her close for a long, deep kiss then drew back to kiss the tip of her nose.