“Andthatis supposed to fit inside me?”
“It will. But this is why we touch and kiss and leer at each other first. It creates arousal.”
She already ached between her legs. How much more aroused should she be?
Out of curiosity more than anything else, she wrapped her hand around Fletcher’s cock and stroked it. It was harder than she expected, but his skin was soft and warm. He hissed as she stroked him, which she took to mean that what she was doing felt good. She kissed him and kept stroking until he put a hand on hers and nudged her away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“No, but I am so wound up that if you keep doing it, all of this will have ended before I’m ready for it to.”
“Oh.”
Fletcher put a finger under Louisa’s chin and nudged it up so that she was looking at his face. “Louisa?”
She just stared at him.
He smiled. “You’re beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Probably?” she said, sounding affronted even though she flattered.
He laughed. “Definitely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You, my darling Louisa, are my favorite person on this planet and I am thrilled to be here with you tonight and I cannotwait to start our lives together, as evidenced by the fact that you are in my bed right now and we are both naked.”
“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I had no idea you were so…strong.”
“Oh?”
“Are you a pugilist, or—”
“Let us not discuss this right now.”
“Shall we not talk during…relations?”
“We can talk as much as you like. I love the sound of your voice, and I love talking to you. But I don’t want to get into my exercise regimen when we’re about to—”
“Oh! Of course, I—”
Fletcher kissed her, probably to shut her up.
She sighed into his kiss and put her arms around his back, pulling him on top of her. She spread her legs, more because of instinct than anything else, and he seemed to fit right there between her legs.
Then he touched her there.
The shock of it sent more cascades through her body, but she liked how it felt and shifted her hips to meet Fletcher’s fingers. He slipped a finger inside her, which felt strange, but also good. Some weird, unholy noises came out of her mouth as he pressed his thumb against a spot that feltverygood.
“Have you never…touched yourself here?” Fletcher asked.
“A few times, but it’s different when… Oh, do that again.”
Fletcher chuckled. It sounded smug. Louisa wanted to give him an admonishing look, but she was too caught up in what he was doing.
He slipped a second finger inside her and pressed againstthat spotwith his thumb. Louisa moaned. This was too much, it felt too good, it was making her body twitch and tingle.
“Is this all right?” Fletcher asked.
“Yes,” she said shakily. “It feels good.”
He kissed her. “This next part may hurt. Tell me to stop if it does.”
