He could sample, however, just a little.
Trem pressed his mouth to her sweetness, just to make sure that she was wet enough to take the pearls. Once his tongue touched her, though, he saw that he needn’t have worried. He gave an extra suck on her clit, just because he could, and she moaned.
Perfect.
“I’m going to put these inside of you. About half will be inside of you and half will be out.”
“What will it do?” she asked, panting. “I don’t understand.”
“Once I put them inside of you, they’ll give you pleasure—and when I take them out. While they are in there, they will make your muscles clench…and they’ll arouse you.”
“All right,” she said, her voice breathy and impatient. “Hurry.”
He took the necklace and slid the first bead into her core. She gasped and her hands clenched the coverlet in response. He smiled. And then he slid each of the next eight beads into her—by the time he was done, she was writhing on the bed. The pearls half-emerging from her core were, perhaps, the most erotic sight that he had ever seen.
Then, he took the hem of her dress and brought it over her knees.
“We must go to supper now, darling.” He stilled for her reaction, trying not to chuckle at what he knew was coming.
“What?” Henrietta said, her eyes flying open. “But I’m—you can’t—I need to—”
“You’re going to have to wait,” he said. “The pearls don’t take full effect until you’ve worn them for a spell.”
To his surprise, she didn’t complain. She must be very curious. Instead, she took a deep breath.
“All right, I can wait.”
As they walked down the stairs of the inn, Henrietta turned to him. “These pearls,” she said, her expression perturbed, “they create quite an interesting sensation. They…sort of…tug at my muscles.”
“Is it unpleasant?” he asked, working to keep his expression neutral.
“No, not quite. It’s just perplexing. Not quite the magic effect that you described, however.”
By the time they had been served a very hearty rustic feast of fresh bread, soup, and rabbit pie, Henrietta began to squirm in her seat.
“Are you comfortable, my love?” he said, taking a bite of roll.
“I’m feeling quite…” Her voice trailed off and he could hear her pressing her knees together. “That is, I think I will just go up to our room—”
He grabbed her wrist.
“You will stay. And wait until we are through with our very pleasant supper.”
“You knew,” she hissed, “that they would do this to me!”
Her erotic distress made him hard in an instant. But he worked to keep his composure.
Instead, he merely smiled and took a sip of wine.
“You devil,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like it…I feel so…full.”
“Tell me more. About how it feels,” he said, reaching for her hand and placing it on his hard cock. When she felt it, he heard her intake of breath.
“Trem,” she said, her voice near a whine.
“Tell me,” he repeated.
“I feel…it is like an ache but sweet. The weight pulls down on me and makes me…want.”
