As the action on the stage accelerated toward the end of Act Two, and the orchestra reached a crescendo, he slipped his hand into her bodice and pinched her nipple.
She cried out, thankfully unheard by anyone other than him under the music, and the curtain dropped.
Withdrawing both hands, he held her tight. He set his teeth against the need to unfasten his breeches and drive into her right then and there. No. This must be about control, both to demonstrate his forgiveness and to prolong their ecstasy as he knew she loved.
He’d heard enough noise behind them to know Althea would want privacy for the next few moments. Beth moved as though to regain her own seat, and he clamped her in place.
“Stay still.” He slid his hand back to cup her mound, and she froze, panting.
“Robert,” her plea came from behind clenched teeth. “I need—”
“I know what you need. But you are not ready yet. I haven’t heard nearly enough begging.”
They remained motionless until the orchestra struck a note, and the curtain lifted. Robert relaxed his arms around her, and before he knew it, she was off his lap.
Slithering to the floor in front of him, she faced him on her knees. “My most effective form of begging does not involve words.”
Humming in pleasure, he shifted his hips forward an inch and undid the fall of his breeches. “Well, then. By all means, beg away.”
Their separation had been too long for him as well. Her lips barely closed around his cock, and his bollocks drew up, wanting release. He loved controlling his release as well as others’, but he feared he was beyond that. Closing his eyes, he rested one hand on her head and enjoyed.
The hot wet heat of her mouth surrounded his shaft, her firm lips yielding to her tongue undulating against his sensitive vein and then the tightness of her throat muscles working against him.
Gah. Her hand splayed against his pelvis at the base of his cock, her nose hitting it on each thrust of her head.
This girl, this young woman, for all her flashiness and spurning of society’s rules, was the most caring human he’d met, with more to lose by giving of herself than his friends or family.
He had reveled in having her on her knees before him, but he realized he should simply be grateful for her attention.
She glanced up, and he swore he saw hope and affection in her eyes before they glossed over with sensual bliss.
Oh, she was rubbing her breast against his leg, and one of her hands was…
“No touching yourself.” He tugged on her hair. “Those sweet folds are mine to please.”
She grumbled around him, even as her pace increased. She took him deep with each stroke, her tongue flicking the underside of his head as she withdrew each time. Her hand now held his base, following her mouth up and down, keeping the grip of her mouth and hands tight along his length continually.
Sweat broke out under his arms, and his skin became sensitive to the brush of his shirt against his nipples, his open breeches against his bollocks. His orgasm boiled at the base of his spine, building as though toward a crescendo of its own.
“Ah, ah.” His voice was a harsh whisper, and he plucked at her hair again to warn her. He opened his eyes, finding her gaze on his face. Her mouth stretched around him was his undoing as she slammed down on the length of him again and held there, her tongue pressing against his length. Shuddering, he released control, his cock leaping and jerking in her as hot jets erupted from him for long moments. Her swallow of his ejaculate contracted her throat around him and milked more from him, extending his ecstasy for an extra few pulses.
Finally, he slumped in his chair, his hand idly fondling her hair. Focusing on her, he gestured. “Your turn, Peaches. Come back up here.”
She bounced up eagerly.
He chuckled, and she giggled in return.
“Thank you. That was indeed some of your best begging. You have earned your reward.”
He dragged her skirts up again, and feathered his hand over her damp folds.
She clutched his arm.
“No more teasing. I promise.” He sank his two fingers in, and his thumb flicked her hardkleitorisfrom side to side, which he knew would take her over the fastest. Besides having teased her for two acts, he knew the performance was almost over, having seen the play before.
She held onto his arm, her nails digging through his jacket and shirt as he manipulated her pleasure.
“I shall sleep well tonight after that magnificent performance,” he whispered in her ear. A new rush of liquid hit his fingers as they pistoned in and out of her. “I wish my teeth were on your delicious breasts, toying with you. Or mayhap where my thumb is now.”
