What she understood was that he had read her mind and this was one more piece of his generosity, so she nodded. But she grabbed at him as he began to move down her body.
“Phineas.”
“Yes, Caro?”
“It’s dirty. Your seed.”
“Does that make you anxious, darling? It doesn’t bother Phin, but I can get a cloth and clean you first, if you’d prefer. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
“I’d r-r-rather you stay up here. With me. Use your h-h-hand.”
If her husband was disappointed in her request, he did not show it. He immediately slid off her, to her side and put his fingers on her mound and began to brush her pearl very lightly.
“Is this what you want, darling?”
“Unh.”
“Say yes or no, Caro.”
“Yes.”Yeth.
He put his mouth on her breast and suckled. A lightning bolt ran from the nipple under his tongue to her pearl.
“My little plums,” he crooned as he moved from one breast to the other. “All for Phin.” His finger flicked more quickly.
“Ungh. Phineas.”
“Yes?”
“T-t-talk to me.”
“About how you’re such a good girl and you’re going to come for Phin again?”
Oh, my God.
“Or about how my naughty Caro wants to be bedded in the middle of her wedding day? Such a needy girl, didn’t want to wait, had to have her husband, had to spend. And now you’re going to come for me again, aren’t you? Yes, you are, I can tell you are, you bad girl. Your sweet little naughty cunt is going to come for Phin over and over again. For his hand, his tongue, his cock. That’s right. That’s what Phin wants. I’m going to play with my lovely darling whenever she wants. Because she’s such a bad girl who needs to spend.”
A sound escaped from her. A sound she didn’t recognize. Her body tightened in physical pleasure even as her soul filled with darkness, and she shook against her husband.
“That’s so good, Caro, that’s my darling girl, spend for Phin, I just want you to feel good.”
He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead and her nose and her cheeks. Small, tender kisses as she lay and sweated and panted in his arms, like an animal.
He chuckled softly as his lips swept over her ear. “I know your secret, Caro.”
She went rigid under his caresses, but he did not seem to notice.
“You pretend to be a good girl, but you’re not. You’re bad, bad, bad. Just like Phin.”
She closed her eyes and pulled away from him.
“No, Caro. Don’t do that.” It was a stern voice that brooked no opposition. She had never heard that voice from him.
She opened her eyes. He was sitting up, leaning on his arm toward her, and there was a gravity in his face that did not match her picture of her husband.
“No closing yourself off. Not in bed. I won’t have you doing that after we make love.”
Make love? He had brought her to climax with his words as much as his finger. Words which had mixed her loveliness and her naughtiness into such a jumble that she did not know if her arousal was from humiliation or praise. How was that making love? It was horrible.
