Felicity giggled, struck by the absurdity that she was naked with a man, laughing, and trying to convince him to let her play with his cock. But this was how it always was with Tristan. Easy.
“Please, Tristan?”
He rolled to his back and folded his arms behind his head which made his arms look impressively large. Felicity drew the blanket down his chest, just past the bulge in his trousers. She poked at it, drawing a clipped laugh from him.
“It won’t bite.”
Felicity rolled her eyes and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling the fabric back delicately until the round head of his cock emerged. The trail of hair down his abdomen led right to it. An indecent path to his... She lost her train of thought as all of him came into view. She didn’t want to think of Chadwick, not right now, not ever. She hadn’t seen what his parts had looked like, only how it felt like he was ripping her apart. Felicity tried to rationalize that pain with the organ in front of her, but not join them together. She was still in a hazy bliss from Tristan’s artful intimacies, and she wasn’t ready for that to fade.
“How do I touch you?”
He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around him, groaningas he moved her fist up and down with his.
“Like this. Christ, Flick, this must be a dream.” He let go and she did too.
“What about these?”
“The proper term is—”
“Testicles. I’m trained as a nurse, remember? Dr. Sloan lent me books and had me study lectures of his to increase my knowledge.”
“Books about male anatomy specifically?” Tristan said with a scowl.
“I didn’t have a lot to do for Lord Alston. I was grateful. My education until then was somewhat limited to the ailments of a small, aging village.”
“Well, they are sensitive. Handle with care,” he grumbled.
Felicity did handle him carefully and a moan and tightening of his belly resulted.
“You like this?”
“I do now,” he said. He took hold of his cock and the sight of him touching himself sent her thoughts about books and medicine scattering. Her body reacted swiftly, and she pressed her thighs together for relief.
“The crown is especially sensitive, as well,” he said, his voice strained.
“Keep going,” she said.
“Are you enjoying watching me?”
“You’re beautiful, Tristan. Every part of you.”
“So you think my cock is pretty.”
Felicity scoffed at him. “As if you need more arrogance.”
He chuckled, his voice catching as he squeezed the top of his shaft. “With you watching me, your eyes all dark and lovely, your lips swollen from my kisses, I won’t last long.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’ll get to watch me come, love. Unless you want totake my place or—damn it, there are so many filthy ideas filling my head.”
Felicity couldn’t regulate her breathing. She was tempted to touch herself. Why, she didn’t understand, but the way Tristan was losing himself to his pleasure set her on fire.
“What ideas?” she asked.
He groaned. “Give me your hand.”
Felicity did not hesitate as she wrapped her hand around him, moving like he did, and he slipped his free hand between her legs, stroking her.
