Sybil wiggled on his lap, found what she wanted—Apollo’s cock, apparently—and ground her sweet little arse atop it.
“Do.Not.You know what it does to me.”
“Yes”—her eyes flashed wicked—“I do.”With a glance at the door, she lifted her skirts and straddled his lap.
He groaned and grasped her waist, wondering for the millionth time what it felt like without layers of corset and cloth between his palms and her skin.When she settled her fingers at his fall, her blue eyes leaping fire and never leaving his face, he hissed and rolled his hips into her wide legs, into the heaven that set at the very middle of them.
He’d never get to heaven, wherever and whatever it was, had known that since last summer.This one, too, he’d never enter.He’d guard the gate himself.
“What are you doing?”he grit out.
“You have used various appendages, what, ten times now to give me pleasure.”She leaned low and whispered in his ear, “Tongue and teeth, lips and fingers.And I assume I can… reciprocate.At the very least, I would like to explore.I must take my education into my own hands.You’re being surprisingly uncooperative.I thought you were going to write me a book, an educational pamphlet.”
“I’m more of a hands-on instructor.”
She flicked a button of his fall open.“Excellent.I’m a hands-on learner.”
“Sybil.”A warning.
Against his lips, flicking open another button, she said, “Apollo.”
The only reply he could give was a kiss, long and slow and deep as her clever hands worked him free from his trousers.She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he ripped away from the kiss with a curse.
“Sybil fucking Grant.”
All wide-eyed innocence.“Yes?”
“You can’t…”
“I can.”
God, she was bold.She had an inventor’s understanding of the body, as if it were a machine, and she knew just how to make that machine work, all its cogs and gears and ins and outs.
She nibbled at her bottom lip as she watched herself learn the length and breadth of his shaft.His head fell onto the back of the chair.His grip on her waist tightened.Surely he didn’t mark her through all those layers.If he was leaving little half-moon bruises on her, she didn’t seem to mind.She squeezed and stroked and explored with delicate fingertips and confident thumb swipes, and he held tight to the heavy readiness that spiraled through him, shot eventually to his cock like lightning.
He wanted to kiss her when he came, and he shot one hand up her spine to cradle her neck, to press her closer until he could capture her lips.And when he did—all over.His climax shot through him, and he clasped her close, chest to chest, belly to belly, his shaft spending between them.
No letting satiation take him.Her turn.He found the bare skin of her thigh as if his hand were a magnet for that luscious flesh, and he made a straight line for her cunny, palm flat, fingers greedy.
She hopped off his lap, her messed skirts swinging to her feet, her slash of a grin playful.
He reached for her.“Get.Back.Here.”
“No.”
“You don’t need me to relieve you?”He reached for a serviette, dropped it over the mess on his waistcoat just in case Mrs.Collins happened to barge in.
“I do.”She closed her eyes, shivered.“But I’m going to keep this arousal.And use it.”
“For what, pray tell?”
“I’m taking the test today.The metal affinity test.I’m hoping… well you know… arousal seems to impact inner heat, and?—”
“You’ve used me for your own practical purposes.”
“A bit, yes.”She shot into the hallway with a laugh that ripped a hole right through his chest.
“You’re lucky I understand selfishness, wench,” he mumbled, striding after her.He parted from her at the top of the stairs, and after he changed into a new suit of clothes, he beat her to the forge.
