Even if that were so, she wanted to embrace this opportunity to show him that she was not an innocent.That he could teach her everything he knew without worrying about horrifying her.And here, it appeared, if he were telling the truth, was an area in which she was more experienced than him.Surely, that would be a novelty.She could make her impression, though, on that score.
“I have.”
He looked at her as if she were the Devil himself.
“Youhave?In a carriage?”
She nodded.It was true.She had.On more than one occasion.With her linen-draper lover.He had given her several rides into town when her mother had use of the horses.He had been a friendly, neighborly sort.A good fellow.
“Yes.And I understand, Lord Leith, that you aren’t comfortable with such doings.But what if you were someone else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Another lord.The type who might become my protector.”
“Yes, so what if I was?”
“Well, I imagine such a man might enjoy a mistress who wanted to copulate in a carriage.”
“He might,” he said, through gritted teeth.“Or he might not.”
Beatrice smiled.She didn’t even have to touch him.No, in fact, this way was better.
“And do you know what I would do in such a case?”
“Let him tup you, I suspect, if that was his preference.”
“No,” Beatrice said, shaking her head.“Or, at least, not in the regular way.But I am not sure if what I have in mind is the kind of thing fine gentlemen like.”
He grunted, urging her, she knew, to speak more.But she wanted him to ask for it.
After a moment, he sighed.“And what is that?”
“Well, in my experience, tupping, you know, the usual way, in a carriage, is not particularly comfortable.The carriage is suited to other acts.”
He murmured and shifted in his seat.
She couldn’t tell if he was aroused.But she was sure he was interested.
“So, if I were with a fine gentleman—not you, of course, because you don’t like such things, but another one—I would hitch up my skirts—” Beatrice moved as if she were going to do so, but didn’t actually, merely letting her hands travel over her body “—and show him my pussy.I’d let him watch me touch myself.”
Leith swore under his breath.She was sure that he was deadly serious now.She would bet her life on it.In the low light of the carriage, his eyes had gone from their usual port color to near onyx.
“I’d take my time because we wouldn’t be in a rush.And I wouldn’t let him touch me.I’d only let him watch.Do you think he would like that?”
“I am sure.”He was trying for his usual tone of detachment, but he did not quite succeed.His voice sounded thin as a Warburton silk.
“Once I had spent, I’d get down on my knees.On the carriage floor.”
She gestured with her hand below her.
“And then I would touch him through his breeches.And he would be very, very hard.Don’t you think?”
“It’s possible.”
“I think he would be,” she said, keeping her voice low.“And then I would undo his tapes and take him in my mouth.”
“Christ.”
