“Carlisle, what are you… you can’t…” Her fingers clenched his hair. “Gadzooks…”
He would have chuckled if his mouth hadn’t been more pleasantly engaged. Humor and passion—he’d never known the two could go hand in hand. Yet they did with Violet. His amusement faded into the roar of lust: the taste of her wasindescribable. Ambrosia. One taste and he knew he would never get enough.
Parting her with his thumbs, he took his time feasting on her plump and luscious slit. His tongue swiped upward, finding the little bud beneath the shy hood. When he suckled, her hips suddenly bucked, a dangerously loud squeal escaping her as she came.
Surging upward, he sealed his mouth over hers. He plunged two fingers inside her convulsing passage, rocking his thumb over her nubbin to prolong her climax. As her sheath continued to ripple around his fingers, his bollocks pulsed in tortured synchrony, his cock burgeoned past the point of pain.
“Carlisle,” she whispered against his lips.
“Yes, love?”
“Do you want, um…”—he jolted, barely stifling his groan when her fingers fluttered over the throbbing ridge in his pants—“help with that?”
Be a gentleman. Don’t make her do anything she might regret later.
Running his knuckles over her cheek, he tried to discern her expression in the dimness. How far ought he allow things to go? With the two misses he’d courted before, he’d never trespassed the boundary of chaste kisses. His other experiences were with paid and experienced bedpartners who had allowed him to go a great deal further. All the way, one might say.
But Violet… she was different from all the rest, a class of her own. Thus far, she’d defied all his attempts to categorize her based on his past experience. Perhaps what he ought to do… was trust her to tell him what she wanted?
“Do you want to, lass?” he said hoarsely.
At her game nod, his cock wept a tear of relief. Fumbling with the fasteners, he lowered the placket of his trousers, his rod springing eagerly free of its confines. She turned onto her side to face him, and he guided her hand. His member jumped at her touch.
“It’s chomping at the bit, isn’t it?” she said with a breathless laugh.
“You have no idea,” he muttered. “Violet, are you certain…?”
She whispered, “Tell me what to do.”
She was his every fantasy come alive.
He wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, showing her the general motion. Violet, being Violet, caught on quickly. She tackled the task with a feminine energy that made his senses spin. Leaning back on his elbows, he gave himself up to the pleasure of her touch, of watching her work his turgid pole with her delicate hands.
“You’re hard and soft at the same time,” she marveled.
“Soft?” He didn’t think so. At the moment, his truncheon was so big and thick that she was using two hands to pump him.
“Your skin is like velvet,” she clarified. “Wrapped around a poker or something.”
He choked back a laugh. “How, er, poetic of you.”
“Books were never my forte.” Her thumb rubbed against the slit in his cockhead, and his neck arched in bliss. “Why is it wet here?”
“Because you’re touching me so well, lass.”
“Oh… so this makes you feel good?”
Goodwasn’t the word for it.Randier than a sailor, maybe.
Like he was about to unload his cannon—definitely.
But all he could manage was, “Aye,” because her thumb was drawing exquisite circles over his engorged dome, smearing his pre-spend, making him shudder with need.
“You’re sensitive here,” she murmured.
“’Tis like your pearl for you. In this, we’re not so different.”
To illustrate his point, he reached between her thighs. His cock seeped a little more when he found her pussy freshly dewy, her bud bold and slick. He diddled her, and she moaned, her grip tightening on him.
