“Two hours, at least. Trem and Henrietta helped me. They have promised to demur for us if anyone tries to find us. Not that anyone can expect to find anyone else in that crush downstairs.”
She nodded.
“We don’t have to stay, if you do not want it,” he said, dread dawning on him that she might not necessarily find, especially after finding her pleasure once, a need to stay above the crowd with him. She might prefer the delights of drinking and dancing.
“Augustus,” she said, laughing, “Of course I’d rather be here with you.”
“I’ll make it worth it.” He tried to beat down the eagerness in his voice and suspected he was failing. “I want to worship you.”
She smiled at these words. “You’ve already done plenty of that.”
“No,” he said, drawing her into another kiss, “Not enough.”
He rolled on top of her.
“I have other plans for you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
He began by kissing her, behind her ear and then on her lips and then around her breasts again until she was panting once more. He savored the taste of her nipples, lavishing each with the attention it deserved. And then he made his way down her body, kissing the round of her stomach and finding his way to the curls between her legs.
“Oh god,” she moaned, when he had his mouth pressed against her core again, “You’re—Augustus—you’re too good—”
“Shh,” he said and then touched his tongue lightly to her clit. She jumped a bit at the contact, so he returned more gently this time, barely moving, just letting her feel his tongue there. Then, he moved downwards, probing her core with his tongue and his mouth, letting her feel him there too. When he did that, she moved against him, clearly enjoying the feel of his tongue in her channel. He groaned as she did so, feeling himself swell to full mast again in his trousers. He felt a small amount of seed leak into his smalls. It threatened the mind-splitting release that he knew, sooner or later, would come for him.
When he couldn’t take it anymore and she seemed ready, he returned to her clit and licked gently. This time, she relaxed into the contact and he began to lick her there with gentle, slow strokes. The other times, in the carriage and the park, he had been unable to take his time. He had been so frenzied for her, so desperate to feel her break apart on his tongue, that he had been unable to take too much care.
But now he could. He sucked and licked as gently as he could. Soon she was mewing and writhing beneath him.
“I need to come. Please, Augustus, let me.”
He didn’t answer, just kept up his teasing, and she let out a moan of frustration and agony and pleasure.
Finally, when he knew she was ready, he stopped.
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“Don’t worry. I have a surprise for you.”
“I don’t—what—”
He reached for the box on the side of the bed. He was not a Rank Rake for nothing, after all. He knew where to procure certain things. Things that could enhance a bedroom session and—elevate it. And he knew that this particular tool was special. And he wanted to give her everything.
“Lie back. Spread your legs.”
“What are you doing?”
His eyes met her brown ones, which were poised somewhere between confusion and extreme arousal.
“Do you trust me?”
When he said the words, he realized their more dire implications. He hadn’t meant to ask the question like that. He had just meant in sexual matters. He just wanted to know if she trusted him inthisway.
But before he could drag back the question, she was nodding. And she lay back and spread her legs.
“Good girl,” he said, with a chuckle. Then, he pulled the little, curved jade phallus out of the box. With his other hand, he placed his hand back at her curls to make sure that she was still wet and, indeed, she was. Very much so. Slowly, he placed the tip of the jade phallus at her entrance and eased it inside of her.
