There could be no better sight in the world.
She smiled at him.“That was very nice.”
“Mm,” he said, contented with her praise.“Was it, now?”
“Yes, very much so.The only question that remains is what we should do with this.”
She moved her hand down to his cock, which jumped eagerly at her touch.
“Would you like me to use my mouth?Or shall you enter me?”
“I esteem your mouth very highly.But I want to be inside you, Beatrice.”
“Then take me.”
He needed no further encouragement.He took her legs in his hands and positioned her so that he could enter her with ease.
When he entered her wet tightness, he had to bite back a curse.
He thrust into her and then withdrew, glorying in the tug of her sheath on his cock.
“Now tell me what else you want,” she said.
He smiled.“I can want nothing else in this life than this.”
She laughed.“No, surely, there must be something I can add.”
“To you, naked on your own bureau, my cock inside of you?I am afraid it is impossible.”
As he said the words, he pumped in and out of her faster, and he heard her breath catch.
“What if I put my hand on your arse?As I did the other night?”
A strange feeling inside of him stirred.He had enjoyed that.Greatly.
“Yes, please.”
She did so, massaging his buttock and then using that extra purchase to help bring him in and out of her.
But, as she did so, he realized that hedidwant something else.And, for reasons that he did not want to examine too closely, while he had managed to forget about French letters, he had not forgotten about these particular items.Although he was only bold enough to bring one to her attention right now.
“Beatrice…”
“What?”she said looking up at him.
“Remember the shop…?”
Her eyes lit up.“You brought yours?From London?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to use it?”
“Yes.”
“Then by all means.”
He staggered through the doorway to his chamber and found his trunk.After a moment, he had located the object and brought it back to her.
