He had not wanted to give any of the women he’d seduced ideas if they were widows.And the other ladies… well, they discouraged gentlemen from staying overnight, anyway.Their husbands tended to object.Not because they were jealous, but the lack of discretion was very impolite.
Now, Matthew could not help but wonder what those husbands were doing, choosing not to warm their wives’ beds themselves.He could not imagine lettinghiswife’s bed go empty.Not after tonight.
Keeping her satisfied was going to be very enjoyable.He was quite happy to ensure she did not find any rakes orrouesof thetontempting.
Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he rocked the hard ridge of his cock between her buttocks, enjoying her soft moan.She was not quite awake yet, he could tell.Shifting the angle of his hips, he slid himself between her silky thighs, felt the hint of moisture rub along the top of his shaft.
Desire swelled as he pressed another kiss to the back of her neck, fondling her breast… then he froze.
He had not flipped his coin.
The ache in his balls protested the sudden interruption to fulfilling his desires, but…
How could he have forgotten to flip his coin?
It was very early.And his wife’s body tucked up next to his was very tempting.Obviously, the combination of just waking up and distraction had been detrimental to his usual processes.
Which meant he needed to stop what he was doing right now and flip his coin before proceeding further.Just to make sure.
Surely, I can decide to fuck my wife without flipping for it.
But could he?
Should he?
What if it somehow went horribly wrong?
Gritting his teeth, Matthew forced his hand to release its hold on the soft swell of Johanna’s breast.He turned over toward her nightstand, where his coin rested, glinting silver against the dark wood.He had laid it down there last night, within easy reach, easy for him to find in the morning, so at least he did not have to leave the bed to hunt for it.
“What are you doing?”
Matthew froze at the sound of his wife’s sleepy voice, his hand closing around the coin, hiding it within his fist.
“Ah…” He truly was not entirely awake yet.No wonder he had almost forgotten his coin.He turned back to her, feeling entirely sheepish, unsure of how she would react to what he was doing.
Looking delightfully rumpled, a slight pink mark across her cheek where it had been pressed against the pillow, Johanna blinked at him in confusion.
“Were you…” Her voice trailed off, and she blushed, tugging the bedsheets up, even though she was currently decently covered.
“I was planning on continuing our explorations of each other this morning, yes,” he confessed.Well, he was planning on doing it as long as the coin confirmed it was the correct choice.
“Our…” Her blush deepened, going from light pink to a very dark rose, and she blinked rather rapidly.“I, um… I am not sure I can… I am rather sore.”The blurted words were full of apology, but it was Matthew who realized he should be apologetic.Granted, he was not used to bedding virgins, but he had seen the smears of blood on his cock last night and when he’d cleaned her afterward.
Of course she was sore.
What an arse he was.
“I am sorry,” he said, shaking his head.“I did not think.”Internally sighing, because his cock was still hard, Matthew tried to decide what to ask his coin next.Return to his room, perhaps?“I will take my leave of you.”
“You do not have to go.Is there… is there something else we could do that would um, help your condition?”If her face had been pink before, it was bright red now.“You used your mouth on me last night.Could I not, um, do the same?In some manner?”
The contrast between her embarrassment and her brazen offer was even more titillating than if she’d thrown herself at him.Matthew could not help but be fascinated by the generous offer.Not at all what he would have expected from a debutante.Then again, she was not like any other debutante.
Leaning forward, he tilted his head back so he could press a kiss to her lips.
“There is indeed,” he murmured, pulling away a bit.“Ah…”
But he wanted to use his coin.His hand moved involuntarily, though he did not actually lift it up, and his fingers remained tightly closed around it.The urge was nearly impossible to resist.Mostly, he did not care what others thought of his proclivities, but for some reason, right now, in this moment, he cared about what she thought.
