“Deeper?” He reached above her head and grasped a pillow. “Lift your beautiful bottom for me, Lady Burchester.”
She unwrapped her legs and pushed down on the mattress with her feet and raised her pelvis, and he tucked the pillow under her. Then he reached behind him and lifted one of her legs to his shoulder.
He came down on his hands on either side of her body and thrust.
“Is that deeper?”
“Ungh.”
Oh, yes, it was deeper, it was closer. His strokes rocked the core of her body. She nudged his arm with her other leg and he lifted his arm so she could bring the leg up. She cradled his neck between her stocking-covered calves, her hands on the hard, chiseled muscles of his upper arms which held him above her as he stroked in and out of her.
She gasped, swept away by the intense sensation of his member touching someplace deep inside her that had not been touched in Sudbury or in the bookshop. He turned his head and kissed her calf through her stocking. He closed his eyes.
“Oh, darling. Phin is very, very eager. But I want you to come first. Can you do that for me?”
She brought one hand to her cleft and one hand to her chest and held her own small breast and brushed the stiff point there at the same time she rubbed her pearl, causing a sharp excitement in both places that joined the thrill in her womb.
He turned his head back from her calf and opened his eyes and ogled her over the top of his spectacles.
“That’s right, darling. Touch yourself for Phin while he can’t. Oh, my God.”
She felt herself climbing, climbing, climbing, a hair’s breadth away.
“I’m so close.” He shook his head. “I have to . . . I have to slow down.”
“No!” And then it was on her, starting in her deepest belly and coursing through her body. Wave upon wave upon wave of the most heightened pleasure. “I-I’m c-c-oming, Phineas. D-d-don’t stop.”
His mouth went slack, his eyes darkened again as he sank into her over and over.
She was still clenching around his member when his neck arched, taking his head back, and he made several erratic thrusts into her and then stilled. She could feel him pulsing inside her as he groaned, “Caro,” toward the canopy of the bed.
A moment of quiet, just the shared rasp of their breathing in the room.
He straightened his neck, bringing his face toward hers, his spectacles completely fogged over. He slowly slid her legs off his shoulders and put them down and as he did so, his cock came out of her.
He moved on his knees from between her legs and twisted and collapsed next to her, flat on his back. She took the pillow out from under her hips and curled on her side, facing him, feeling his seed come out of her and pool between her legs.
His face was sweating. She touched his silver hair at his temple. She took off his misted spectacles and rolled away from him and found a table next to the bed and put them there. Then she rolled back next to him.
He was still breathing heavily. He grabbed her hand and put it on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping.
“You came back.”
“Yes.”Yeth.
“But you took off my spectacles. I said I wanted to have you as many times as you’ll let me. Does that mean we’re done?”
“No. You don’t have to w-wear them every time.”
He turned on his side to face her, still clutching her hand.
“I don’t, darling?”
“No.”
“I guess I didn’t wear them in Sudbury, did I? Or Hatchards.”
She slid down on the bed and rubbed her face into his chest, smelling him, feeling the softness of his hair and traces of his sweat on her lips and nose.
