He swung up to his feet.She admired the fine lines of his body under his thin nightshirt.He padded into his room and then returned a minute later.
He handed her not one but three things.The first that she grasped was a little bottle of oil, which she understood, from having browsed the same shop, was a lubricant.The second object was a little pamphlet, which explained the various uses of the third object, which appeared to be the main event.
This object was relatively small, made of glass, and shaped roughly like an arrowhead.
She knew what it was, because she had been intrigued by it in the shop.But she had never dreamed Leith would consent to using it.
“I cannot believe you bought this one.”
“Not even after the riding crop?”
She shook her head.
“The pamphlet…it says that it can make a cock feel bigger.I thought you might enjoy—”
“Thomas, you know I have no concerns in that regard.Your cock is perfect.”
“But, nevertheless, you may enjoy it.Wemay enjoy it.”
“I was more interested in the effects the pamphlet purports this device has onmen.”
He blushed.“Well, I did not say I was only interested inoneof its uses.”
“How would you like to use it first?”
“You want to use it?Now?”
“Yes,” she exclaimed.“I want to see how it feels.I have never done anything of the kind.”
“Naughty girl.But I think I should—ah—prepare you.”
“Isn’t that whatthisis for?”she said, shaking the little bottle of oil.
“Let us employ both methods.I want it to be as good for you as possible.”
Luckily, she was already nude, and she soon had his nightshirt off.They were both completely bare, kissing and writhing against each other, and she felt her core pulse for him.
Then he pinned her down to the bed by her hands and trailed down her body, opening her with his mouth.He teased her until she was wetter than she had ever been and having to stifle her sighs so that she did not alarm anyone else in the house.When he made her come, she bit her own hand to keep from screaming.
Once she was done, he did not stop…but moved lower.
“Thomas!”she startled.
“Shall I stop?”
Beatrice genuinely was not sure.
She had never donethatbefore.
But she supposed she had wanted to experiment.
“No,” she said, exhaling a shaky breath.
And so he continued to her back entrance, wetting her even further.
She shivered at the sensation.It was not quite as direct a pleasure as when he tongued her channel—but it was very arousing.
Then, he sat up, reaching for the plug and the little bottle.She watched as she spread lubricant over the plug and touched it to her back entrance.
