I want the moment to last. I want to extend it forever.
But I can’t.
The pleasure, the happiness, is too much.
I come, unable to stop it, barreling ahead into the unknown like the train beneath me.
Chapter 47
Alfred
Ihave a problem.
I didn’t realize it at first.
I imagined that I would be able to keep Annabelle’s pregnancy from her for a few more days at least. For just long enough for us to get to London and for me to find the right way to tell her what her symptoms mean.
But while I can identify her condition, I have no idea if it is safe to rut a woman carrying a child. So I cannot fuck her. And I cannot tell her why.
Luckily, we arrive in London late, and she seems very tired in the carriage on the way to her townhome. I hope that for tonight she will not try to bed me again. I will not be able to put her off again without suspicion.
When we arrive it is difficult to see the townhome in the dark. My only impression is that it is larger and grander than I imagined. Annabelle assures me that tomorrow she will show it all to me.
In our bedchamber, she undresses, yawning, and pulls on the thin nightclothes she favors. I undress and try not tolook at her. The sight of her in her nightclothes will have me hard and aching in a moment.
I sit on the bed and attempt to appear busy examining the Chinese lamp on the nightstand.
However, this tactic proves futile when she slides into bed beside me and lays her head on my chest. My cock begins to stir. Soon, the traitorous thing is tenting the bedsheet and Annabelle is laughing.
“I am extremely tired,” she says. “But you’re in luck. I wouldn’t object to a quick, thorough rutting.”
“You should sleep,” I say, praying that tiredness will win out. “We have travelled all day. And you are ill.”
“Oh, I feel fine now,” she says. “I don’t think I have the grippe after all.”
I grit my teeth. No, I don’t think that she has the grippe either.
And then her hand is on my cock.
Fuck.
“Would you like to rut me from behind? We can turn to the side and you can enter me. It is a very relaxing position.”
We have never done that before. And the novelty of the configuration has my cock straining with enthusiasm.
No.
No risks.
“We shouldn’t.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Alfred. Your cock is as ready as it has ever been.”
There is no denying that. Under her ministrations, a bit of seed leaks from the head. She uses it to stroke me further and I moan.
“You could just—continue.”
She gives a little frown. “I suppose I could. But wouldn’t you rather?—”
