She mewed when he found her entrance. Tentatively, he slid the tip of his middle finger into her channel. Then a little farther.
She put her hand over his and brought the heel of his palm down on the top of her maidenhair.
“Press and rub here while you do that.”
He did what she asked, moving his finger in and out of her, watching her face flush red, her pupils grow. He felt more wetness now. He was doing that to her. She gripped his head and brought his face down to hers and kissed him.
This was the kind of kiss he had wanted to give her in the music room two days ago. Unrestrained, rough, clumsy. And now she was the one initiating it.
She was panting. “Kit, touch my button. Please.”
Her button?
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m a terrible teacher. I need you to take your finger out of me and move it to the top of of my cleft.”
His soaked finger slid out and up and came against a nub of hardness.
She yelped.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, no, no, you didn’t. Brush it gently. Up and down. Oh, Kit, that’s marvelous. That’s,” she swallowed, “brilliant. You’re doing so well. Oh, my God.”
Her legs were restless, her knees coming up then straightening, heels sliding on the sheet.
“A little faster. A little more, just a little.” She pulled him to her again and took his mouth.
He rubbed her hardness a little faster and added a little more pressure. She grew wilder underneath him.
“Oh, Kit, you, so sweet, you’re doing so . . . I’m going to . . . you’re making me . . .”
Her body was against his and he could feel all of her clench over and over and over again and the whole time she looked into his eyes.
“Ohhh,” she said, putting her hand over his to arrest the movement of his finger. “Ohhhh.”
It was over. She had spent.
And she hadn’t screamed once. He suspected his mistresses had acted in bed with him as much as they had on stage.
He felt a hand on his jaw.
“Kit.”
Her eyes were hazed, her lips swollen.
“Oh, Kit. Thank you.” She stretched out, her arms going above her head, her toes pointing. “Oh, thank you. That was devastating in the best way.”
He bent his head and kissed a nipple.
“What would you like now, Your Grace?”
He raised his brows, and she giggled.
“Before that. Shall I use my mouth on you?”
He took her hand from above her head and guided it down to his cock. “You don’t need to.”
“Ooooh. You’re so hard already.”
