He felt that intense emotion threatening again.His eyes filled once more with tears, and he was glad that she could not see his face.
“With you,” he said, in a constricted voice, “it is that way.”
She made no movement away from him.Instead, he realized, she was just letting him hold her, like this.How could she know, he thought, that it was what he needed?He hoped that his need wasn’t coming off of him in waves.That it wasn’t painfully obvious how much he needed to hold her this closely.
He gloried in her nearness, the sweet scent of her hair, and the smoothness of her skin.He reached around and cupped her arse, pulling her closer to himself and holding her there.
He had been ignoring the demands of his body, the hardness of his cock, even though his blood was fairly screaming.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said.“I like being so close to you.”
“Beatrice,” he groaned, because he didn’t know what else to say.She made him desperate in ways that he was unable to articulate.
Still, he held off, merely holding her to him, and she let him.
His cock slid against the smoothness of her belly, raging at him for his lack of action.
“Fuck,” he said, “I need you.”
“Then take me.”
In one motion, he rolled on top of her, so that she was underneath him.He kissed her softly, reveling in the feel of her tongue in his mouth while he pressed his body into hers.
She pulled herself closer to him, aligning his cock with her core.
His cock brushed against her quim.And he swore when he felt how wet she was.
For a moment, he was sorely tempted to enter her.
But he knew only madness led that way.
“I need a letter,” he said.
“Oh, yes, I’d nearly forgotten.”
Ignoring that tempting, dangerous intimation, he quickly found a letter and tied the ribbons.
The experience of being away from her at such a moment, when he wanted her so badly, was a physical pain.
He pressed himself over her, so that they were touching as much as they had been when he had been merely holding her.She opened her legs so that he could enter her.
But Leith wanted to feel her.To touch her.
He adjusted himself so that his fingers grasped at her wetness.
She moaned as he stroked her there.
“You have the most beautiful pussy in the world, Beatrice.Do you know that?”
She laughed.“That’s very good.What you’re doing.And I’ve had compliments in the past, I will admit.”
“I hate thinking of your former lovers.”
He parted her with his fingers and she gasped.“I do not have to speak of them, if it bothers you.”
“A deranged part of me wants to hunt down each one and kill him.For getting to you before I did.”
“How very primitive,” she gasped, because he was still stroking her.
