He kept stroking her, moving from her core to her clit.
“Oh, Thomas, that’s wonderful.”
Why did he love to hear her pleasure so much?He felt another spurt of seed slip out of his cock and he groaned.
She had her hand on his hip.He imagined her cupping the head of his cock with her hand, her sweet hand that was so elegantly shaped yet lightly calloused, not at all like a typical courtesan’s.He let out another groan just at the thought.
“Thomas,” she panted, as he continued to touch her.He knew she was close.When he went deep inside of her with his fingers, she was tight and pulsing.“I will touch you, if you allow me.”
“No, don’t,” he said, but even to his own ears the words did not sound convincing.His cock was screaming at him to let her.Her hot quim on his fingers was driving him into a frenzy of insensibility.The sensation of her naked body against his own, even through his nightshirt, was unbearably intense.
“Have it as you want—ah.”He had found that spot inside of her that she had seemed to enjoy him touching so much in the garden.“Oh, that’s sweet.I am going to come.”
Her words did something to him.He felt himself come, just a little, once more, and he let out a ragged sob.But he kept stroking her, concentrating on that internal spot, and then she was spasming over his fingers, crying out his name.
The sounds of her pleasure undid him.Behind his eyes, he saw stars.
And to his mortification, he was spending against her hip.
Chapter Twenty
Beatrice smiled.Theman had just come all over himself.Just from touching her quim, even after he had already had her once this evening.
Why hadn’t he allowed her to touch him?Or to undress him?He clearly wanted her, as his spending had just attested to.Perhaps, he had been worried about spilling too early, but she thought it might be something more.
She enjoyed the sight of him so pleasure addled.When he had this look on his face, of surprised contentment, he was, she was sure, the most handsome man in the world.
But then he moved away from her.
“My apologies, Miss Salisbury.”
He stood and moved behind a screen in the corner.
“Miss Salisbury?”she asked, shaking her head at his absurdity.“Is that how you address a woman who makes you spend all over yourself.”
“Fuck,” he swore.“Must you speak in such a way?I am displeased with myself enough.”
“Come out from there,” she said, standing and walking to the screen.
“Please return to your own chamber.Surely we’ve done enough for tonight.”
“Thomas, you are being ridiculous.I am sorry if you’re embarrassed, but it’s no matter to me.You seem to have enough pent-up vigor for several men.If we give it a few minutes, I am somehow convinced that we will find ourselves tupping again before long.”
He came out from behind the screen.
He was still wearing his nightshirt.
“Dear God, woman, do you ever stop speaking?”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes.“I do not understand your foul humor in the slightest.Wouldn’t you like to have me again before dawn?”
He whirled around, his nightshirt whipping around him.
“Obviously, Beatrice.For some mad reason, I cannot resist you.But I cannot—” He stopped and threw up his hands.
She touched his shoulder.She did not understand him.Not yet.But she wanted to try.
“You cannot what?Turn around.”
