“Now that you have set your record, I should also try my own hand,” I say, smirking at the plan that has unfurled within my mind.
“You are attempting to beat my time?” she says, her voice all cool challenge. “Pray, I don’t think that will be possible. First, because I cannot be beaten. Second, because with what tool will you now try to vanquish me?”
“Oh, I think you know, madam,” I say, moving up her skirts with my hands.
“But you just came inside of me, Alfred.”
“And so?”
“Many men do not care to taste a woman after they have spent in her.”
I had not considered that. But the idea does not repulse me. The idea that I would taste myself on her gratifies me greatly.
“I have no such concern,” I say, pushing her back gently and bringing her skirts over her knees.
“Alfred, are you really?—”
I place my mouth close to her core.
“Let us see if I can break your record. It is only sporting of you to let me try.”
And then I put my mouth to her clit and slip two fingers into her channel.
She gives a little gasp. Then with ferocity, I tongue her, hardly moving my fingers but using them to create a pressure, a firmness, I know she likes.
After about thirty seconds of such attention—I count in my head—she is tight around my fingers. Her body is tense beneath me, and I delight in the prospect that I will beat her at this little game. I continue my efforts and she begins to moan and pant and swear.
“You will not beat me,” she says, even as I feel that she is close.
I realize that she is trying to fight off her own spend.
I can’t suppress a chuckle.
“Annabelle,” I purr. “Just give in.”
I resume my ministrations, stroking and licking and fucking her with my fingers. Soon she cannot stop her nearing spend, no more than I can stop my amusement at her stubbornness.
“Fuck,” she says. “No, I won’t.”
But she comes anyway, crying out raggedly. Her quim convulses on my tongue.
I check the watch lying on the blanket.
“A minute and twenty seconds,” I say. “Upon my honor, I beat you.”
She snatches up the watch and looks at it.
“It isn’t fair,” she snaps. “I was already—closer from having you inside of me.”
“I can make the same complaint,” I tease. “For I am always aroused when I am with you. Any time that you make me spend indecently quickly, it is because I’ve already been tantalized to extremity by your presence.”
“It is not the same,” she says with a huff.
I draw her to me and kiss her on the temple.
“Don’t be cross,” I murmur. “Perhaps we will have to conduct the experiment a few more times to see who is truly the master in this matter. I am willing to repeat it as often as you like.”
A week ago it would have been impossible to be this familiar, this carefree, with her. It would have been incomprehensible that I wouldn’t have shrunk back at any sign of her displeasure. But our recent intimacy has changed everything. Even as she pouts, I know it is not serious.
