He lifted his lips a breath above hers.“What are you doing?”
“Trying to free your sex organ,” she panted.His fingers had not ceased their ministrations and it was becoming increasingly difficult to form coherent words.“I want it inside of me.”
He paused.“What did you just say?”
“I want your sex organ inside me right now,” she repeated, then hesitated.“Is the suggestion unclear?”
“Very clear,” he assured her, and claimed her mouth in a long kiss.“And a splendid idea.My sex organ thinks your idea is the best suggestion it’s ever heard.I was just thinking that before we get to that step, I might pleasure you in a few other ways first.Specifically, I could—”
“You could stop talking.”She grabbed the sides of his face and pulled his mouth back down to hers.“You might also—”
“Take your suggestion.”He lifted his hips and unbuttoned his fall without delay.
She knew the precise moment because the heat and weight of his shaft now pressed just inside her thigh.Her pulse skipped.They were closer, but not close enough.
She’d waited her entire life for this.She now realized she’d been waiting forhim.It was time.She could not bear a moment more.Not when every molecule of her body yearned for him.Her hands ran over his hard muscles.She longed to combust together.Didn’t he?
Her heart pounded uncertainly.“Aren’t you—”
“I’m getting there.”He took a ragged breath.“Penelope, I’ve never… There might be pain.”His words were husky, his gaze agonized.“I’m so sorry.The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
She shook her head.“You won’t.I’m ready.”
Veryready.His fingers had already brought her close to her peak.There might be some pain upon entry, but not much.After all, there was no barrier for him to breach.She’d taken care of that years ago with an accidental discovery.
Since long before the ancient Greeks, women had been using artificial phalluses to pleasure themselves.Evidence could be found in paintings and antiquities collections all over the world.
After investigating the evolution of methods and varieties, what woman of science could resist the professional obligation to perform empirical personal research?
As enjoyable as artificial phalluses turned out to be, the experience would be nothing like this one.Penetration substitutes were sturdy, but lifeless.Meant to be used in solitary circumstances.
Or were they?A scandalous experiment flashed through her mind.What if she were to wield her false phallus, whilst Nicholas—
All thoughts of future erotic experiments vanished as he nestled his very real phallus at her entrance.She wrapped her legs about his hips and gasped at the sensation.It was not pain at all, but a thick delicious fullness.A connection unlike any other.
This was perfect.Hewas perfect.Hot and hard, sensual and strong, carnal and caring… She cupped his face and kissed him with a fervor she could not control.Their chemistry was magical.
That their union should occur on the chaise before the fire was even more perfect.She’d chosen the drawing room on purpose.Here, where they always exchanged their gifts.The pretty stone upon the mantel, the glass petal, the plates of fresh biscuits… and now each other.
Her spine arched with pleasure.The wet friction of each stroke, the sweet heat of each kiss—nothing could stop the chemical reaction building between them.At any moment, the explosion would happen.
She gripped her legs tighter about him, matching him stroke for stroke.“Nicholas, I think I’m going to…”
“Don’t hold back,” he murmured between kisses.“I’ll join you.”
She couldn’t hold back if she tried.The knowledge that they were about to reach their peak together pushed her over the edge.Release flooded her.She cried out as dizzying waves of pleasure took her higher than she had ever been.All because of him.
She thought she detected complementary throbbing begin in his phallus, but after one final pump he jerked free from her embrace, bucked his hips beneath a handkerchief, and collapsed back on top of her.
Progeny.He’d had the presence of mind to prevent potential progeny.She swallowed hard.
Thank heavens one of them had behaved rationally.
A woman of science would never admit being swept away by illogical emotions.Next thing you knew, she’d claim to believe in miracles and true love.Nonsense.She brushed a damp curl from Nicholas’s forehead and tried to calm her pulse.
“One night to slake our lust,” he mumbled.“Do you feel well and truly slaked?”
The corners of her mouth twitched.“If I say no, will you do it again?”
