“And what was that?” His voice came out strangled. She bit her lip in pleasure, knowing how much he wanted her.
Henrietta responded by running her hand along his hard length. He hissed through his teeth in response.
“Henrietta—”
“He put this part of himself,” she said, stroking him again and being rewarded by another hiss of agony, “inside of me.” As if to illustrate, she brought her hand to her own core, and she delighted in the wonky line his heated eyes followed from her one hand to the other. “But, perhaps, you don’t want to do that, my lord.”
“You know I want to,” he said, his eyes returning to her face. “But you also know we shouldn’t. I promised you one orgasm. I’ve already delivered that.”
“Why shouldn’t we continue?” she asked, worried that he was sincere in his refusal, but also suspecting that he wouldn’t be able to resist her. His smalls were still undone, from where he had let her touch him before. She reached inside his breeches and felt that the pool of his seed had only increased. She smiled and ran her thumb over the head of his member, using the moisture once more to tease him.
He jerked away. “You’ll make me spend.”
“Yes, you’ve said that. And I have said that is what I want. But I want you to fuck me first.”
“Henrietta, Jesus,” he said, panting beneath her, “I had no idea—”
“No idea how filthy I’d become?”
“You’re a debutante,” he broke out.
“Not for four years now.” Really, it was more like three and a half, but that hardly seemed important.
“You know what I mean,” he groaned.
“I have no notion of what you mean.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
She knew what he would say. And, for some reason, she wanted to hear the words.
“Say it.”
He groaned again. “You’re my best friend’s little sister.”
She smiled. She had known it was what vexed him.
“And yet,” she said, enunciating slowly, “you still want me. Even though it is wrong.”
Henrietta had no idea how she had become so brazen. Well, actually, she did. It was seeing how his body responded to her. He couldn’t hide his lust for her any more than she could hide her own for him.
She reached over and teased him again with her fingers. He let out a moan that almost made her come again right there.
“I do,” he breathed, as she teased him. “You know I do. If I were a good man, I’d find a way to resist you. But I can’t.”
The words singed her blood.
“Then take me,” she said, softly in his ear.
“Fuck,” he replied simply.
And, then, suddenly, they had switched positions on the sofa. He was above her and unsheathed. She could feel his cock lying heavy on her stomach. She looked down and saw it fully for the first time. She choked at the sight, even as she reached down to touch him again. He was so large and yet the skin of him was smooth—like satin to the touch.
He hissed at the contact once more, but she was growing somewhat concerned as he unfurled in her hand. She couldn’t help the exclamation that came from her next.
“I’m not sure it will fit.”
He chuckled. She now had her fingers resting lightly around his length and he moved so that he fucked the opening of her fingers. More seed leaked onto her fingers and he gave another little groan.
