Ugly.Yes it is. But, for some inexplicable reason, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m no longer afraid I’ll wince when I look at him. All revulsion is gone. What I see now isn’t a freaky mug, but an extensively scarred face of a desirable man.
I open my mouth to explain this to him, but he shushes me.
“Don’t. It’s OK. Let me just pleasure you.”
Even as he speaks, his fingers begin to pump.
I hiss out a breath and arch my back. He moves faster, harder, reaching a frantic pace that would be impossible to achieve with a cock. Panting, I rock into the pleasure he’s giving me, right where I crave it.
He works in a third finger, stretching my opening and filling me more, thrusting deeper. The pace never lets up. It’s sweet torture and I love it. I need more, even as I doubt I can take more. I squirm and lift off the bed, at once hungry for a release, and afraid my body will break apart.
Something snaps inside me. An uncontrollable tremor runs through my legs. My moans and whimpers coalesce into a deep, throaty scream. My core throbs around his fingers, gushing liquid on them. The pleasure is intense.
Theo’s hand keeps pumping. I peak again, and again, in jerky, overlapping waves. He holds me tight, crushing me to his chest, until the last of my tremors ease.
THEO
Ican hardly believe what just happened. Elise orgasmed for real. She’d been wet even before I started fingering her. When she came, she drenched my hand. Her inner muscles spasmed, milking my fingers, her thighs trembled, and her heart raced like crazy.
I listen to her breathing as it returns to normal.
It’s been seven years. Seven years since I’d pleasured a woman without lube. Seven years since a woman, be it a titled courtier or a commoner, made love to me like this. Before the palace fire took away my good looks, the notion that women could be faking it with me would’ve made me laugh. I was handsome, good in bed, well-hung, rich, single, and a crown prince to boot. There’s nothing more arousing to the fairer sex than such a combination.
I’m still all those things save one—the handsome part. Um… in fact, no, not just one. I’m not really single anymore, am I?
Heidi.
How could I forget about her? It’s as if an invisible hand wiped her out of my mind, erasing the very memory of her existence, just so I could enjoy a guilt-free one-night stand with Elise.How convenient!Father did that with Arnaud’s mother. The result was a bastard boy that grew up fatherless, not knowing who he was, surrounded by lies, feeling rejected…
I loved Father. He was my role model in everything. I love him even more now that he’s no longer with us, but in one aspect I have vowed to not be like him. I’ve vowed not to sow my wild oats, as they say, by impregnating a woman I don’t intend to marry. It is also my ambition to not cheat on the one I do plan to make my wife.
I all but promised to propose to Heidi soon. She made it crystal clear she’d say yes.
I should be ashamed of myself.Iamashamed of myself.
“Hey,” Elise says. “Good job!”
“I aim to please.”
She tries to wriggle around in my arms. “My turn now.”
I tighten my grip to keep her anchored.
“Don’t you want your turn?” she asks.
“Thanks, I’m good.”
A moment of stunned silence follows before she speaks again, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. We must get some rest.”
“Why can’t we rest after I’ve returned the favor?”
I shift backward, putting a few centimeters between my still hard cock and her pert ass. “That’s OK. I’m happy that you’re happy.”
“But I want to do it!” She cranes her head in a vain attempt to see my face. “It’s more than a thank-you. I’m burning to do it, Theo.”
“Well, I’m not.” Before she can question my sanity, I add, “Try to sleep. We’ll set out at dawn.”
