She ran her handup and down, her fascinated gaze following her movements. Hegritted his teeth, reciting what he could remember of thecharitable charter to stop himself from coming. A bead of wetnessformed at his head and her thumb swept it away, massaging it intohis skin.
At his strangledgroan, her gaze flew to his. “Am I doing this right?”
Any more rightand he’d be coming over her hand. “Yes,” he managed.
Her eyes droppedto his cock. “What does it taste like?”
A vivid image ofher lips wrapped around him almost made him spill. “ChristJesus.”
“Ithink I shall find out,” she said, and took him into hermouth.
His fingers duginto the chaise, his hips bucking. Her mouth was hot and wet and ittook everything inside him not to come in her mouth and shock thelife out of her. Her tongue worried the ridge of his cockhead, andthe pleasure just about sent him blind. Her hand wrapped around hisbase, lifting him up so she could run her tongue overhim.
“What do you like?” she asked.
“Thehead,” he managed. “Suck the head and wrap your hand around me.Like this.” He showed her and she took to it with enthusiasm,driving him insane with hot, wet heaven.
“Sera, I’m going to— You’ve got to stop,” hegasped.
Ignoring him,she sank him further into her, her grip tightening.
“You’ve got to— Sera, stop,”
She pulled offwith a wet pop, her brows drawn. Wrapping his hand around hers, hepumped them both until the orgasm ripped from him, his come mostlycaptured by his handkerchief.
Taking greatgulps of air, his chest heaved as Sera nestled beside him, staringat her hand. “I haven’t done that before.”
He grunted,unable to say anything.
“Itwas rather fun. We should definitely do it again.”
Flinging an armover his eyes, he groaned. Christ. She was going to kill him. “DidI get it all?”
“Ohyes. My hand is fine.”
Tidying himself,he tucked his cock away and did up his breeches. “So do you countus even?’
“Notin the slightest. I feel we should both do that again. Often.” Shesmiled slyly.
“Notnow. The tea is coming.”
“Ahyes, the tea.” Her fingers wandered down his chest.
Plucking themfrom him, he stood and removed himself to the chair opposite.“You’re dangerous,” he said darkly.
Her smile turnedsmug.
The door opened.They both started, and Stephen thanked God the maid hadn’t beenfive minutes earlier. “Tea, my lady.”
Colour high,Sera sat ramrod straight. “Thank you, Veronica.”
The maid set outthe tea and biscuits and, if she noticed anything odd about theirbehaviour, she made no comment on it.
Once she’d left,Sera lifted the teapot. “How do you take it?”
He couldn’t helphimself. He laughed.
She scowled.“What?”
