He heard her laughter.“Then let me do it.”
He opened his eyes again.
His cock was already hardening.If he were halfway decent, he would be tired out by their couplings yesterday.But apparently he was neither decent nor sated.
“Here?”he said, desperately.He liked the idea of soiling his carriage no more than he ever had, but his distaste for dirty squabs was nothing beside his desire for her.
“Yes, here.”
Beatrice leaned over and pulled the curtains closed.The bright spring day outside disappeared behind the heavy velvet.She dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Beatrice,” he warned.He didn’t know why he was warning her.She knew all his concerns.She claimed not to care.
She ran her hands over his legs and up to the placket of his trousers.She gave a little huff of approval when she felt his hard cock.
“I have wanted to do this.So badly.”
“Beatrice, God.”He placed his hand on her hair, just gently, unsure of what to do with his emotion and his desire or any of his limbs.
She began unbuttoning his placket.Out of instinct, he jumped back.
“Shh.Just let me.”
Then her hand was on his cock, stroking him, her lightly calloused fingers swirling around his shaft and up to the head.
“Holy fuck,” he hissed.
It felt indescribably good to be touched in such a way by her.
“You have been so ridiculous.Denying yourself such things over nothing.”
“You are really sure that—you don’t mind?”
She looked up at him, her dark eyes emitting a faint glow in the dim carriage.“Yes, I mind very much.I mind very much that this cock hasn’t gotten what it needs for such a long time.”
“Fuck.Beatrice.”
He didn’t understand how she was able to break him down in this way.When no other woman ever had.No other woman had ever even come close.
She kept stroking him, taking her time, it appeared.Luckily, the flow of carriages appeared to have slowed to a stop.He prayed they would not arrive back at St.James’s any time soon.
It appeared that, despite their vigorous tupping yesterday, he was still extremely sensitive to her.Her stroking was urging him onward.
“I—you—if you don’t—”
She tutted.“Don’t you know I understand?”
Then she took him in her mouth.He tensed at the exquisite sensation, the soft wet glory of her mouth.His fingers tightened in her hair, just a little.
“That’s good,” he said.“Fuck…that’s…really good.”
“Mmm,” she murmured in assent, the vibrations sending trills of pleasure through him.“Do you understand how ridiculous you’ve been now?Denying yourself this?”
“Ahh,” he moaned, as she put her mouth back on him, “I suppose I have been a bit…fastidious.”
He had been looking away from her, from what she was doing to him.He was afraid that if he looked, he would feel disgusted with himself.But when she made another little sound of content, he felt too tempted.He wanted to see Beatrice with her mouth around his cock.
He looked down and instantly groaned.While he would never be delighted, he supposed, by the sight of his own member, he had to admit that it looked much better in her mouth.
