She looked impatient. “To put in you,” she said lowly.
“You want that? You don’t mind?” he asked, his cock uncomfortably thick at her enthusiasm. If he touched the damn thing, he’d surely explode in an instant.
“Where?” she asked, her eyes aglow in ways he hadn’t seen since their parting. Gone was the detachment, the resignation. His love was aflame again.
“That wardrobe, darling. You know where I keep the more interesting things from my travels, don’t you?”
She smiled and hopped off the bed to go to the drawer she knew so well. “And perhaps bring the oil with it?” he called.
***
“Just so you know, I’m not a sod, Letitia,” Anthony said while naked on his hands and knees as he waited for her to slide that oiled diletto into the ring of his arse.
She placed the tip right at his opening and let him feel it, but didn’t make the slightest move to press it in. His sack jumped at the sensation of being so close to filled by his love, yet still teased and kept from fully uniting with her.
“Anthony, I am not an expert at language,” she said, pressing the tip into the ring of muscle while she dribbled more oil on his rim, “but I can’t help but think that we’ve sodomized each other in several ways on many occasions.”
His arms shook as she drew out the pleasure of pushing in. Anthony’s cheek collided with the bed, and he fought to string together words.
“What I mean is, uh,” he hiccoughed, his body going haywire, “I’m not, uh, not…”
“Doing this with men?” she asked astutely. Gently, oh so delicately, she pushed the diletto in to the hilt.
“Yes, I, oh, I’m not,” he whimpered, “doing this with men.”
“I wouldn’t be upset if you liked men, too,” she said softly. Then she brought the false cock out and drove it home again.
He had the sheets between his hands, his body so tense he feared he might rip them apart despite the quality weaving.
“As long as I know you like me best of all,” she said, working that diletto in and out more quickly, “that’s all that matters.”
“Letty, you angel, you devil, you’re the only person in this world I love. There’s been no one but you. Never. Never will be.”
He wanted to prolong the ecstasy, but his cock had been too hard for too long. Letitia ran the tip of that diletto over some place inside of him that took away his ability to contain the molten eruption of his entire being.
Anthony drooled into the bedsheets, called out to a host of saints, and felt his back arch involuntarily as his orgasm ran him down like a team of horses. He’d moved a hand to his aching cock, but it spurted seed based on the force of Letty’s thrusts alone. She was filling him, emptying him, and he was going to be sore for days from the force with which she drained his sack.
When his arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, that diletto still within him, Anthony began laughing. If only his father could see what his machinations had wrought now.
One more thing would make Anthony’s victory complete. And he had every intention of seeing it through.
Chapter 8
Letitia leaned back inthe dining room chair, enjoying a late breakfast while Anthony feasted between her thighs.
He’d ordered the meal to be serveden famille, locked the door, and taken to his knees once her plate was full. Her trembling hand brought a precious piece of pineapple to her mouth just as he sucked on her nub.
For the past few days, he’d been ravenous for her body, eager to please her on every surface of the house. She’d stayed wet and swollen, not bothering to pull on more than a dressing gown because she knew he’d have her nude and panting multiple times per day.
She’d asked him why he was greedy for her, and he’d responded in a way she’d missed so much.
“Why do I spread and suck you at all hours of the day? I suppose it’s because I can,”he’d said while kissing up her sensitive thighs. Sensitive because he’d run his stubble over them like a man looking to mark his territory.
And her whole body was his territory; there was no doubt. When he appeared in the doorway, her cunny grew soft and wet for its master, aching deep inside for that cock she’d missed so much.
Gone were all thoughts of laudanum. In their place? Sticky sweet surrender on her lover’s tongue.
Letitia pulled off her dressing gown and lowered the straps on her chemise. She needed more, but still couldn’t take anything within her clasp, according to Dr. Riddle’s orders.
