He followed her there and sat beside her.
He began kissing her again, which felt extraordinarily good.She felt very aroused, her skin hot and sensitive to the touch.She wanted him to touch her everywhere, to feel between her legs, to thrust his tongue inside of her and taste her wetness.
But she wouldn’t ask for any of those things because that was not the point of this exercise.Hehad to teach her.
She could feel his cockstand hard and insistent on her stomach, which delighted her.She wriggled against him, just to feel it better.
“Tell me what to do,” she said, burning with anticipation.
“You needn’tdoanything,” he said, his voice almost annoyed.
He began raising up her skirts, pushing the fabric over her knees.She helped him, moving her skirts out of the way, glorying in what the movement suggested.
He touched her core, parting her vulva just slightly.He must feel how wet she was, but he said nothing and made no sound to indicate that he noticed.His touch made her head swim.She needed to explain to him, as she always did with her lovers.
“I spend very easily.”
“What?”he said, once more in that annoyed tone of voice.
“It’s a bit embarrassing—but it is very easy for me to spend.I understand it is unusual for a woman.If you touch me much more, I will—ah—”
Leith had grazed her clit with his fingers and it had her on the edge.
“It’s no matter,” he said, withdrawing his hand.“Don’t speak.”
Beatrice frowned.Was this some kind of tactic?To make her delay?
His irritated tone suggested otherwise.
In the dark, she couldn’t make out his facial expression.Usually, when she informed a man that she spent easily, he was delighted.Then I’ll make you come a thousand times, my beauty,the ditch digger had said.
With her first lover, it had embarrassed her, and he had told her that it wasn’t natural for a woman to be so pleased by the act.He had been with other women and he said that they didn’t enjoy it nearly as much.She had gotten the distinct impression that he had regarded it as unladylike.
But that man had been a blockhead.And her lovers since had reveled in her ability to enjoy their ministrations so thoroughly.
Leith didn’t seem pleased.Or offended.It seemed to mean nothing to him.
But perhaps that was how aristocratic men were.
While she would have appreciated the orgasm she had been about to have, she would surely have one in the course of things.She always did.It was an advantage of her individual anatomy.Even if the lovemaking was not to her particular tastes, she always found her pleasure.
She had asked him to teach her the ways of wealthy, aristocratic men and what they wanted in the bedchamber.He had spent his entire life within this milieu.
She needed to listen.
Surely, he would show her what she needed to learn.
Chapter Twelve
Usually, with hismistresses, Leith took them in the manner that he had adopted at Madame Stirling’s all those years ago.
Of course, in the time since, he had tupped women in different ways than that.
But he had never discovered another way he enjoyed more.And while he had explored, he had not, admittedly, explored very far or with much pleasure.
After he completed the act with his mistress of the moment, he would retreat to his own bedchamber, on the other side of the door, and sleep alone.
He knew from all the tales his friends had told over the years about their own exploits that other men preferred much more acrobatic modes of lovemaking.And those that were more exposing.
