But I am very intrigued.
My cock begins to swell again—at her suggestion and at the tantalizing sight she makes before me. Her unbound hair falls over her shoulders, a sliding butter-yellow on the pale silk of her skin, and then the darker triangle of hair between her legs where I know heaven awaits. Her smile has the same quick steel of a paring knife.
And I know if she pricks me, I will bleed.
She turns from me on the bed and splays herself on all fours.
“You enter my quim as you have already done, but from behind.”
I have seen curs on the streets of London couple in thisway. I had not thought that men and women did such things.
“Are you—do you mean—I should right now?”
“Yes,” she says. “Your cock seems more than equal to the task.”
I pause. I don’t know if the words are an admonishment or not. I know my desire is probably too keen.
“I am sorry. I cannot help—how much I want you.”
She laughs. Her sweet laugh. The laugh that makes her seem younger than she is.
“I am not scolding you, Alfred.”
“Oh.” I am transfixed by the sight of her bare, ample ass before me. It makes me want to try her suggestion very badly. “Are you ready?”
“You can feel for yourself if you would like.”
I very muchwouldlike that. But I am not sure if I am bold enough.
I hesitate.
“Do you really mean—can I really?”
“If you don’t touch me or fuck me soon, Alfred, I will grow cross. You risk your position.”
I shouldn’t like the threat. But I do. It makes action easy. Even if I no longer quite believe the threat.
I crawl towards her. I bring my fingers to her quim and touch inside of her. I feel how wet she is, how she slides against my fingers. She gasps at the action and it gratifies me.
“Do you see,” she says, “how ready I am for you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
I cannot stop touching her in this way, even though I want to plunge myself inside of her desperately. I am hypnotized by the sight of my fingers entering her, disappearing into her sweetness, and then emerging oncemore wet and glistening. She whimpers as I move my fingers in and out of her, rocking back to give me better purchase.
I never thought a woman would let me touch her in such a way. And certainly not a woman like Annabelle, so beautiful and commanding and strong. I continue to touch her until she is sopping wet on my hand and her moans fill the room.
“Alfred,” she scolds, her voice taut. “Enough.”
At this point I am comically hard, leaking seed onto the counterpane. I fear being able to control my spend in this position, but I have no idea how I can refuse her now. Not when I want to take her like this so badly. And when I have made her so very ready for me with my fingers.
“Enter me,” she commands. “Please do as I ask.”
With great effort, I remove my hand from her pussy and align myself with her backside.
“Like this?” I ask, guiding my cock to her wet quim.
“Yes, dear God,” she replies, her irritation evident. But I am too lightheaded with arousal to be bothered by her exasperation.
