Ahh, they had returned to the subject of her perfidy, taking the circuitous route back there.
Feeling his body over hers, the heat pouring from him took Letitia back to one of their first meetings. They’d been introduced to each other at the opera, and they then bumped into each other during the second act in a hallway; he was looking for the men’s smoking room, and she was seeking the ladies’ retiring room. Anthony had crowded close to her,pressing his waistcoat to her bodice, then boldly placing a hand at her waist.
He’d been reaching for her hem when they heard a noise from nearby and had to flee to their respective salons for fear of others catching on to the desire sparking between them.
Letitia let her hand come up to the mask, unable to contain her wish to touch him after so long. He flinched.
“You’ll think me funny,” she said.
“Will I?”
“It’s just that you make me recall someone I once knew.”
His mouth twisted. Anthony didn’t believe her, didn’t want her. That wasn’t new, and she’d go on, silently wanting him, as she had all this time.
“We were talking about your use of that stuff,” he said, nodding to the fire and not bothering to remove himself from over her body. “What can my staff bring you that will dull the discomfort of living without it?”
“I thought a doctor was going to come and prescribe me more,” she said wryly. How like him to take on the problems of the world, as if his surname was a divine mission. But Letitia didn’t need a savior; she’d saved him years ago and merely needed him to act on it!
Best to drive him away, then. Again.
She moved her hand to his well-formed ear and then thick hair, scraping her nails on his scalp in a way that used to have him shuddering and begging as she rode his cock to completion.
“There’s one thing that allows me to live without laudanum,” she said, allowing her voice to become sticky-sweet. Her mind felt sharp for the first time in years as she felt his waistcoat against her unbound breasts, only covered by her chemise.
Was she wet? It seemed an impossibility after so long without that happening naturally, but her cunt felt soft and swollen and slick enough to take even Anthony’s cock without tears or oils.
“And what’s that, madam?” he asked, his voice hard even as he stayed above her, the embroidery on his waistcoat catching on her peaked nipples every few breaths.
Letitia took his hand in hers. At first, he jerked at the feeling of her fingers, then he simply watched as she brought his hand to the short hem of her chemise. Then under it.
“Well, you see,” she began, shifting her legs apart, “I’m able to resist the bottle if I’m distracted.Pleasurablydistracted.”
His clever fingers rested against her bare cunny lips, and he had to feel how wet she was for him. The last tethers of her pride kept her from lifting her hips to rut Anthony’s hand like a dog in heat. She was a fool: she set off down this path by claiming she wantedto drive him away, but all along she just wanted her lover again. Wanted to feel his cock within her again.
“Is that the case?” he asked, moving so slowly Letitia couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not.
She whimpered. His teasing would kill her, and she couldn’t think of a better way to die.
“Indeed,” she said. “It’s necessary for my health.”
He dragged his knuckles slowly over the soft hair covering her nether lips, and she felt her channel expand and swell in anticipation of receiving his cock. Anthony was so close to dipping within her lips and finally caressing her nub—
“When you feel such a need, you may summon help,” he said, bringing himself up from her body and standing over the bed. “One of the servants might be able to perform the task, if they so choose. Right now, you’re still under the influence of that poppy syrup, so please don’t request assistance, as they cannot assist until your mind is free of it.”
And with that, he swept out of the room.
Letitia groaned into her pillow after he pulled the door closed. Damn him, couldn’t he take pity on her and just give them both the release that would feel divine?
She groused for a moment longer, then set about lifting her hem and handling the problem herself. It had been years since the urge had struck her, and she was out of practice, but she’d break her own wrists rubbing her kitty before troubling that block of stone and his servants for help!
Chapter 5
Anthony got the doorclosed to his chambers before ripping off that damned mask and shoving the fingers anointed with Letitia’s essence into his mouth.
He had his trousers open and cock out before he’d sucked every bit of her from his skin. Then he used his wet hand to grip his leaking shaft and roughly stroke himself. It was a wonder he hadn’t pressed his fattened cock against her body and spent in his clothes.
Feeling those pretty, swollen lips with his own hand for the first time in years had nearly caused him to cry out as he walked away from his erstwhile love. The woman he still loved despite her betrayal.
