He hadn’t let himself think of it all these years, he supposed.
And Beatrice was extraordinary.The way she told him exactly what she wanted—how she made pleasing her so possible.
“That,” she said, looking down at him, “was amazing.”
“I am—I am glad.”
He didn’t want to seem too pleased with himself.
But he was.
And his cock knew it.
Because when he stood, he realized that he was hard again.His erection made his nightshirt tent in a ridiculous manner.
He strode away from her and back to where he had been sitting in bed when she entered the room.
He heard her laugh behind him.She was always laughing at him and, irritatingly, he was coming to enjoy it.His entire life he had been afraid of people laughing at him and somehow, when she did it, he found he didn’t mind.
“Don’t you want me to please you?”
She was standing above him.
Christ, she was still naked.Of course, he knew that, given that his tongue had just been in her cunt.But the vision of her naked…he hadn’t gotten used to it.Not at all.Not by half.
Her long hair cascading down her body was a temptation that he didn’t know how to resist.He found himself transfixed by where the ends of her hair skimmed her breasts.What would it be like to suck on her nipples?He hadn’t done that yet.He would like to.
“Thomas?”
She had asked him something.He realized that now.But he had been distracted.
She just laughed at him again.
He swallowed.“What did you say?”
“You were just very generous with me.I would like to be generous with you.”
“Ah.I see.Thank you.”
He wanted that.He did.And—yet—he didn’t know what to ask for.He was scrambled beyond belief.He could make his usual request.But that seemed absurd.He didn’t want her to put her clothes back on.The idea was laughable.
“I should be thankingyou.Isn’t there something you’d like to do?”
“What do you mean—what are the—what are the…possibilities?”
“Well, it’s a rather long list.And I suspect you already know it quite well.But I could rattle them off, if you like.”
He closed his eyes.This was becoming embarrassing.
Because he did know what he wanted.He had thought of it before.But he had told himself that she probably wouldn’t enjoy it.However, she was saying she wanted to do something for him.Perhaps she would forgive him if she didn’t.
“From behind.Me.Behind you.”
She gave him a wicked smile.“As you wish.”
She sat down on the bed and began kissing him.Her kiss felt so luxurious to him—and it wasn’t just because he was paying her one thousand pounds for two weeks of her time.It was more than that.It was how lavishly she gave herself to him.
Beatrice moved so she straddled him.He reached down and cupped her bare breast.She sighed at his touch.
