He took her hand and put it on the fall of his breeches. She felt a hardness there. He was aroused. For her. For heresses.
“Can I kiss you now, Caro?”
“Yes.”
He got up on his own elbow and kissed her so tenderly that she parted her lips and allowed her tongue to roam over his briefly.
She swallowed. “How about if I qu-qu-quoted Shakespeare?Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.”
Her hand was still on his cock. She could feel it twitch.
“What does it mean?” Phineas’ hazel eyes were still on her mouth and he seemed to be panting slightly.
“It means sometimes bad things happen but there can be good things that also come from adversity.”Adverthity.
“Adversity, like,” he shuddered as she drew her hand up his length and back down again, “having no money?”
“Yes.”
“Or like having a lisp, darling?”
She took her hand off of him and rolled away, toward Lavinia who was looking at her mournfully.
“N-nothing good ever c-c-came from having a lisp.”
From behind, Phineas pressed into her back and put his arm over her body and pulled her into his chest.
“Nothing, darling? Not even a husband?” He was crooning softly and nibbling on the shell of her ear. “A husband who can’t get enough of you? Who hangs on every word you say, waiting for a deliciousethwhen there should be aness? Just so he can see your tongue and think of it in his mouth, on his body, on his cock?”
There it was. He was telling her the way she could keep his attention for a while longer. How she could keep him out of the beds of the Lady Starlings of the world. She might as well get it over with.
She abruptly sat up and turned toward him.
“Lie back, Phineas.”
He had a startled look on his face, but he did as she said. She unbuttoned his fall. His member sprang upwards. What a strange, ugly beauty it had. She felt an ache in her cleft. She wanted it inside her. Down there. But that wasn’t what he wanted.
She got up on her knees beside him and put her head down. She had had the advantage of watching him use his own hand before she had used her hand on him. But now she didn’t know what to do.
She held his cock and licked the top of it.
He groaned.
A little salty. From his sweat maybe. Musky like his chest after he had exerted himself on top of her. It was a stronger version of a taste she already craved.
She put the whole tip in her mouth and lapped at it with her tongue.
He groaned louder.
But surely, he would need something more vigorous than that? She took his tip out of her mouth and leaned lower and ran her tongue up the side of his shaft, a long, hard, swipe, followed by a rub of her muddy hand. His cock might not have been dirty before, but it was now.
“Oh, Caro, my sweet girl,” and his hands were under her arms and he was pulling his cock out of her mouth and bringing her up to lie next to him.
He hadn’t liked it. It was too bad. She had been starting to like it. She had started to see how much power she might have over him this way. Even more than when she used her hand. After all, he could use his own hand but he would never be able to use his own mouth. And when he was inside her, she was always so swept up in her desire, she would never feel mastery then.
But this might have been something she could do fairly dispassionately. And control him the way he controlled her when he had his mouth on her.
But he hadn’t liked it.
