“No,” she said, her voice sounding sleepy, and nowhere as stern as her words.“I’ll see to it.”
He smiled above her ear.“But I am allowed to help?”
“Yes, you can help.A little,” she said, distantly.She was falling asleep, he realized.
He felt the tension leave her body as he held her close.Then, when he was sure she had fallen asleep, he pressed a kiss into her hair.
Some hours later, Leith awoke to find himself intertwined with Beatrice.She had somehow moved so that she was now facing him, her leg between his own, and he found that his hand was threaded through her hair.
He, of course, was hard.But he could expect little else from himself in such a situation.
He stirred, surprised to find that he had become so wrapped up in her without realizing it.
“Are you awake?”she said.
“Just barely.”He could just about make out her face in the dim light.
“I had a dream,” she said quietly.
“A bad one?”
“No, a good one.”
Suddenly, he felt more awake.“What did this good dream entail?”
She kissed him, just lightly.
He bit back a groan.“Don’t tease me.”
He meant it.He wanted her, but he didn’t want to be a beast, not when she had so many worries.
“What do you mean?”
“I would understand if you’re not in a state for bedding.But it doesn’t mean that I want you any less.”
She gave a little huff.“Is that why you were so reserved?Before we went to sleep?”
He hadn’t thought of himself as being reserved.He had thought that he was being respectful.
“You gave no indication of wanting me.You appeared vexed with me.”
“Perhaps I was,” she said, but then she was kissing him again, and he could only focus on her lips on his.
His hand found her breasts and he cupped her through her thin chemise.She let out a low moan when his fingers ran over her nipples.
That moan undid something in him.And he was possessed by a deep, potent desire to make her feel good.
He kissed down her body and then, with his hands on her hips, found the apex of her thighs.
“Thomas,” she panted.“Yes.”
He parted her legs and placed his mouth on her core, letting his tongue slip into her channel.He found the spot inside of her that was so sensitive and she bucked upwards, but he held her hips steady.He pressed his fingers to her clit, worrying the little bud there until she was completely slick beneath him.At the same time, he worked her channel with his mouth.
When she came apart, she did so with abandon.By then, he was in a frenzy himself, seed leaking into his smalls already.
“I need to be inside of you,” he said, aware that he should let her recover, but unable to leave the demands of his body unarticulated.
“Please,” she said, her voice sounding hardly less needy than his own, despite her recent release.
