He moved his tongue away and laid his head on her thigh to rest his neck. He slowly removed his finger. He kissed her maidenhair and the skin of her sweet cunt.
In the room, the only noise was that of his lips against her wetness and his breathing and hers.
“Oh,” she finally said.
“I stole your words,” he said and cursed himself. That was what he had chosen to say to her? He could hear how puffed-up he sounded. Hewaspuffed-up.
“Yes.” Then, “There are no words.”
He came up beside her and was overcome with feeling when she immediately turned to him, touched his face, ran her fingers over his lips.
“There are words,” he said. “I think I heardHenryandplease meat the end.”
But the joke he had made to cover his emotion caused her to duck her head. He put a hand to her face and lifted her chin.
“I like those words,” he said.
She still seemed unsure.
“May I have a kiss as reward?” he asked.
“Yes. But you may have more,” she said. “You can have anything you want. What do you want?”
“A kiss,” he said.
She kissed the tip of his nose very sweetly.
“Saucy minx,” he murmured.
“Startlingly,” she answered and kissed the corner of his jaw.
“Handsome.” She licked the shell of his ear. He growled.
“Gentleman.” She came to his mouth, and her kiss there was well worth waiting for. She gave him back the kiss he had given her the night at the fête. She was rapacious and messy, all tongue and lips and passion, and her hand went to his cock and stroked it with exactly the firm touch it was thirsting for.
He groaned into her mouth.
When the kiss was over, her hand did not leave his cock but continued to touch it, light fingertips brushing over the shaft and down to his scrotum and back to his shaft.
“Did you taste yourself on me?” he asked, trying to distract himself from the urge to put his hand over hers and force it up and down his cock again.
“Yes.”
She resumed her stroking of his cock—hertugging on his tallywag—and he nearly whimpered.
“Did you like it?” he said hoarsely as his cock shouted in glee.
“It was like reading my own books.” She paused the movement of her hand, and his cock screamed in agony. “You know. A disbelief. That’s me? I did that?”
Blessedly, her hand began to move again.
“No,” he said and grimaced in ecstasy and want. “I did that.”
“Yes.” She smiled. She stroked. Faster, firmer. “Yes, you did. Now, are you going to tell me what you want, or am I just going to enjoy this big, hard cock as I like?”
Those words. From her.
“I want to be inside you,” he got out.
