As he works behind me, I feel lighter and lighter as I get closer to undressed.Hefinallygets to the last layer, a chemise.I ignore how ridiculous I must look in that garment and focus on him.Lucky for me, this isn’t the Elizabethan times, and men’s fashion is somewhat the same as in 2025, albeit complicated 2025 clothes.
Still, he must not have faith in my skills and knowledge, because he starts taking off his own clothes.I rush to help, figuring four hands have to be better than two.But mostly our hands clash and tangle unhelpfully, so I give up and get rid of my chemise, shoes and stockings while Leo performs a striptease for me.
Not one that he’s aware of doing.And thankfully he’s not taking an entire song to get naked, because I don’t think I could wait a whole three minutes.
In less time that it would take for Ginuwine to sing “Pony,” Leo is naked.He advances on me and pins me back against the column that my front got acquainted with earlier, this time even more affected by the cool, lacquered wood behind me.
Leo kisses me again, hands roaming like he’s going on his second Grand Tour, this time on my body.Trying to help him get to Italy faster, I climb the man until my legs are wrapped around his waist and my getting-wetter-by-the-minute folds are rubbing against him.
He groans against my neck, his arms settling around my back.I like the feeling of being enveloped by him.I feel vindicated in my assertiveness.Unlike all those other times that I tried to assert myself and was shot down, here I went after what I wanted and now I’m drowning in pleasure.
I also feel cared for and cherished, in the way he holds me so close.I haven’t been alone here in Victorian England.Not really.Leo’s been helping me, and Queen Victoria in the form of housing, food, clothes, and Anne.And Anne herself, who has allowed me privacy when I needed it.But I still felt alone.Years and miles away from my home, I’ve felt lonely being the only future person in the past.
But right now, I don’t feel like I’m alone.Leo’s body is a warm and safe weight surrounding me.He’s here with me, and he won’t let anything happen to me.
He sucks on my neck while his hips thrust.My body reacts at his closeness, back arching, fingers clawing and hips aggressively chasing his penis, which teases me but doesn’t enter me.
Hefinallygets bored of teasing the sanity out of me.He tosses me on the bed and my world shifts again.And then it doesn’t stop after that, as his strong hands drag me to the edge of the bed and then spread my legs.
His erection slides against me, this time getting closer to going inside, shocking me with pleasure but also reminding me of something.“Condoms!Do you have a condom?”
Leo raises his head to look off in the distance, dazed.He doesn’t answer, so I slap lightly at his chest, a light sheen of sweat already forming.
“Anything?”We can work around it if not.
“Yes.”He nods.“I do.I will just be a moment.”He’s breathing hard when he says the words and it takes him a second to get up.A compliment to me I suppose.
Leo disappears, naked, out of the door before I can stop him.I hope all his employees are already tucked in for the night, because that would be quite the sight for them.Or maybe they’re used to this kind of behavior.
Above me, the canopy, a rich pink cloth with gold embroidery, glints in the low light.I sigh, still barely believing that this isn’t all a dream.That I’m experiencing history quite this…physically.
Before I can panic too much over having sex with someone in the past, Leo comes back.Still naked, but no longer looking dazed.Instead, he’s triumphant, like he single-handedly just beat France in one of the thousands of wars England and France have fought over the years.And he’s holding what vaguely looks like a condom, but already stretched out.
He is a fan of the animal-skin condom.Great.
I wish I knew less history.Not in general, but just for this moment I wish I knew less.Like if I didn’t know, I could pretend that was a rubber condom.
While I’m remembering the unfortunate history of the condom in my head, Leo is putting it on and advancing on me.Then he’s back on top of me, caressing my thighs as they encircle his waist again.Quivering thighs that apparently don’t care what the condom is made of.
Then he kisses me, and I fully don’t care anymore.Because I’m not thinking of anything but his mouth, gently exploring mine, the light dusting of hair on his chest tickling my breasts, and his warmth now between my thighs.I also forget all the stress and problems I have, to focus on having fun with this surprising rake.
Hell, if he keeps this up, I’m going to forget my own name.
He gently thrusts in.Shallow at first and then deeper as my body shifts to accommodate the new intrusion.I writhe under him.I want more because he feels amazing and more of an amazing thing can only be more amazing.
Or maybe wanting less because what Leo makes me feel is a lot to take at one time.Especially from someone who spends more time reading about historic figures’ sex lives than having one of her own.
He keeps thrusting, groans becoming harsher and more guttural.
“Are you close to orgasm?”he asks, voice more growl than his usual aristocrat cadence.
“Sure.”I’ve never come with a man before.Sex has still been enjoyable.I just can’t orgasm with a partner the same way I can with my vibrator.But this is definitely the most fun I’ve had with a man.
Leo stops and I groan at him in frustration.The movement makes my body move toward him and Leo thrusts once more before being still again.“‘Sure’ does not sound very confident.”
“Well, I’m getting further away now.”I don’t want to talk about this.I want to keep doing what we were doing, the only sounds our grunts of pleasure and not this inquisition.
“Tell me what you want.What you like.”He nuzzles my ear after he asks the questions.The motions are sweet but the words are an order; I have no idea how he combined the two.
