“I can see that.” Her eyes were on his cock, watching him run his hand from the base to the head. “May I touch you?”
If she touched him, there was every reason to fear he would come and ruin everything, but he wasn’t about to deny either of them the pleasure of her hand on his prick.
“Always.”
Hesitantly, she reached out, grasping him as if she feared he might break.
“Harder,” he told her.
She increased the pressure incrementally.
“It’s a cock, love, not Sèvres porcelain.” He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her how much pressure to exert, guiding her hand up and down. “Just like that.”
“Oh.”
The wonder in her voice…fuck. She was the best and the worst thing to have ever happened to him. He wanted to keep her forever. But he couldn’t do that to her. Instead, he’d have to settle for this little slice of heaven that could be his for now.
He released her hand, and she continued. “Like this?”
“Perfection,” he bit out. “But if you don’t put me inside you soon, I’ll never last.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Don’t you need to be atop me? How can we…”
“The other part of your lesson.” He guided her until she rose a bit on her knees, and then he helped her to run his cock through her wet folds. “Like this. And now…” He aided her in moving him into place. “You settle down on me.”
“Oh my.” She shifted forward, the kiss of her wet heat on his crown enough to steal his breath. “Oh, that feels quite lovely.”
Better than lovely.
It was sweet torment.
He rolled his hips beneath her as she sank down on him, and he filled her with one thrust. He planted his hands on her waist, helping her to find her rhythm. She moved tentatively at first, and then with greater confidence as she discovered what pleased her most.
“There you are, love,” he praised. “Ride me and come all over my cock.”
She leaned forward, trying a new angle, her full breasts tantalizingly near to Aubrey’s lips. He couldn’t resist taking the tip of one in his mouth and sucking as she fucked him.
Like last night, he wasn’t going to last long. He was already on the edge, and now that she was astride him, taking her pleasure, it would be impossible to hold on to his control. He sucked harder as she moaned, her cunny clamping deliciously on his cock.
He released her nipple and latched on to the other, sucking hungrily as she rode him faster, harder, taking him deep. She rocked on him, clutching his head to her breast, and then she suddenly clenched down on him as her release swept through her, nearly squeezing him from her body.
He held her to him, thrusting upward a few more times, savoring the slick glide, the incredible sensation of her wrapped around him, until he lifted her away and pulled his cock free. Gripping himself hard, Aubrey shot a stream of spend across her inner thigh. Rhiannon rolled to her back at his side, her breathing ragged, as exhausted as he was.
In the aftermath, he lay there, half panting, heart pounding, body boneless and sated. He had never come so hard fully clothed. Good God, what a depraved beast he was. Later, he would feel guilty for taking her yet again. For so thoroughly debauching her. For now, all he could feel was an eerie, imperative warmth that felt alarmingly like happiness.
CHAPTER 12
Rhiannon found Aubrey where he had told her he would await her that afternoon, beneath the shade of a towering old tree, a fair distance from the manor house and stables. He was handsome as ever in country tweed and a dashing hat, a bicycle on either side of him. Leaning against the tree trunk, he took an idle puff of a cheroot, unaware of her approach as he stared into the distance at the rolling park of Wingfield Hall.
As usual, he quite stole her breath. She took a moment to admire him whilst he was unaware, wondering what occupied his mind and secretly pleased that he had arranged this private time away from the house party for the two of them. She had no wish to participate in further games when she could spend time with him. He was like the sun, and she was a plant that needed to soak up his presence and warmth to thrive.
She didn’t even want to contemplate what would happen in three days when she would have to return to London and their time together was naught more than a memory. Her heart went bleak and cold at the mere notion, so she shut it away, a worry for another day.
“Isn’t it a bit early in the day for a cheroot?” she asked as she neared him, jolting him from his ruminations as he turned toward her.
“Have I taught you nothing, sweet naïf?” He laid a hand over his heart in dramatic fashion. “It’s never too early for a vice.”
She smiled, easily charmed. “I stand corrected.”
