“Thinking thoughts.”
“Yes, I was thinking, and it shaped my work. The form my drizzling took.”
Her hand continued to move inside his drawers, her fingers now warm and anointed with the essence of his leaking tip. Peter braced himself against the edge of the table, hoping to hold on.
“How,” his voice cracked, and he coughed. “How did it shape your drizzling, Lucy?”
She used her free hand to bring the tapestry closer. “I’m afraid I was thinking rather a lot about something. Something I want very much.”
At first, he didn’t see it. But then he squinted, and the light illuminated the gold thread still within the fabric. Within the halo of light was... something.
“Is that…a…”
“Hmm?” she asked, working his shaft harder.
“A cock? You drizzled away…a cock?”
Lucy giggled and moaned. “It’s just that I want yours so badly,” she said against his ear, her need evident from the tone of her voice.
And that did it. Well, that and the way she was stroking his cockhead. His hands clutched the edge of the table.
“Oh, Lucy, oh no,” he whined. It was going to happen; he was going to spend. He couldn’t contain it, not when she was—
His nails met the solid wood of the table, and he gushed for his playful wife, spilling all over her moving, curious hand and the inside of his trousers. Peter moaned.
“Oh dear, I fear we’ve rather made a mess of you,” she said, a note of pride in her voice.
Hellion. Wonder. Companion. Wife. He’d become one of those smitten husbands he’d always sneered at. Why, one day he might even be one of those men who proudly showed off their progeny. The thought, which once struck him with dread and revulsion, now unleashed a flock of birds within his chest. What he wouldn’t give…
“It’s too bad that there’s a wet spot on your trousers,” said Lucy, gentling her touches and withdrawing her hand and wiping the mess of his spend on his pantaloons. “I suppose you’ll need to carry me up the stairs to bed if you don’t want the servants to see.”
Peter stood so fast his head spun, and he roughly fastened only half of the buttons on his falls.
“I mean to take you this very night, Miss Ninepence,” he growled, much like the duke he’d pretended to be back on Curzon Street. They’d played this game enough that his voice now made it through a few minutes before breaking.
“But Duke! Please, I am a maiden, an innocent!” she cried, all while looping her arm about his neck so he might lift her.
Feeling Lucy’s body so close to his, her skirts trailing down and conveniently covering the place he was wet from spending in his trousers, made his cock leap again and he nearly stumbled. She’d exhaust him yet!
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, affecting fear, but pressing her breast against his waistcoat.
“I mean to ravish you,” Peter growled. “You wished to be ruined by a quizzing glass? I’ll see it properly done!”
Chapter 7
The sight of Peter’shead between her thighs never failed to make Lucy cry out. He was laboring there, his expression suggesting that he was quite pleased with himself and his lot in life, licking and sucking her with ardor and growing skill.
They’d encountered a passage in a pornographic book that mentioned oral pleasure for the female. Peter had disappeared the next day, returning just before dinner with a stack of new books that he thought might illustrate the best way to do just that.
Lucy must have spent days on her back and knees, tasted and tried from all angles as her husband sought to master her cunny with his lips and tongue.
“I thought the bad duke was going to punish me,” she said, her mind hazy yet alert enough to recall the game they’d begun inthe drawing room. It was so nice to have a playmate in this thing that had been a solitary adventure until so recently. Lucy suddenly felt tears spring to her eyes, realizing that — for the first time in her life — shehadsomeone. Peter had become dear to her.
“The bad duke needs to see that you’re properly slick for all the devious things he has in store,” said Peter, his growl fading to something more like his usual voice.
“If you just lick me—”
“Oh no, I have something special planned for a most naughty debutante.” Peter leered at her, and she couldn’t contain a laugh.
