“No,” she said, not forcefully, but he froze in place. “I said so that I may touch you as well.”
He relaxed. “Then we should adjourn to the bed.” Standing, he held his hand out to help her off the sofa. She passed by him, her soft skin brushing his arm, her silky hair teasing him. Watching her naked body move fascinated him. He’d never seen a naked woman so well-muscled, so sleekly formed. It made her arse a damned work of art.
Prudence reclined on the bed, while Leo positioned himself perpendicular. He was still able to accommodate his tongue on her pearl, as she called it, and her hand worked his blazing hard cock. It was a potent mix for him, making it difficult to concentrate on his ministrations. When she shuddered beneath him, clamping her thighs around his head, he nearly came in her hand.
But as he prepared to slip from her and take himself in hand, she all but took a handful of his arse cheek. Her eyes were furiously dark, intense in a way he had never seen in another person, her pupils blown wide with pleasure. “I want you inside me, Leo. Now.”
Dumbly, he could do nothing but nod, nothing but maneuver himself between her legs, the anticipation of her wet heat pulling him in. In his fog, he heard her say, “Wait.”
He blinked, breathing hard through his mouth to make himself stay his body.
“The French letter,” she said, and her hand pointed.
It took him some moments to realize what the words meant, why her hand was outstretched. Ah, yes. Prevention. Yes. He stumbled over to the drawer she indicated and pulled out the small square envelope. He opened it, clumsily pulling on the thin membrane over his cock. He looked up at Prudence, reclined on the bed, watching him, her lips cherry red, her face flush with pleasure and desire.
He didn’t wait for instruction. This time, he could figure out himself how to resume his position between her legs. His cock nudged at the slick entrance. “Yes?” he asked, so desperate he thought he might gnaw his own lip off with the amount of control he exerted.
“Yes,” she said, the word almost a sigh of relief.
And he pushed in, and she cried out. It wasn’t in pain, thank God, but in pleasure. He tried to be slow, to make their joining one of seduction and not rutting. But she pulled her legs up, and reached down to grasp his arse, pulling him in deeper. He groaned at her need. Faster he pumped, thrusting deep every time, watching her face, her chin tipped back, her dark lashes fluttering on her cheek.
“Leo,” she groaned. “Faster.”
He grunted his assent, his own pleasure very nearly mastering his body, but he obeyed. Faster he went, blind with need and tension and maddening friction. But there it was, his own orgasm, no longer willing to wait. No longer capable of waiting. “I’m going to—” He gritted his teeth, hoping to give her time.
She let go of his arse and grabbed him at his ear, met his eye, and demanded, “Come.”
He obeyed. And she came with him, shuddering together, his hips unable to stop immediately, his bollocks pushing him to continue just a little more. He shuddered one last time and did his best not to collapse on her.
They both sweated, and where they were joined it was slick and sticky. He knew he should pull out. He should absolutely not give her his weight. This was business. But oh God, what blissful business. He wanted to kiss her nose, her eyelids, the space beneath her ear, as a lover would. Could.
But she held onto him, her arms curled around his back, her legs cradling him. As if she were giving tacit permission for him to cross those lines. To kiss her nose. To fall into her as he desperately wanted to. He lowered to his elbows.
“Prudence,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. Tears slipped from her eyes.
Horrified, he scrambled up to sitting. “Oh no, I didn’t—”
She smiled at him, open and warm. “It’s not tears of pain or regret, Leo. It’s tears of... pent-up frustration. It’s at last getting what I wanted.”
“Oh,” he said, still very uneasy that she may have not wanted him to do what she had very clearly instructed him to do. “Are you sure?”
Another smile. “Leo. My only other lover was my husband who clearly felt shame every time he bedded me—which only happened for the sole purpose of begetting an heir. And that didn’t happen. I always dreamed of being vocal, of getting exactly what I wanted, rather than lying there like a...” she searched for the word, “a wayward nun.”
He laughed, and that shake finally pulled his now-shrunken cock from her entrance. Fortunately, he was quick enough to catch the French letter before it slipped off and spilled. “I’d like to think I take instruction well.”
She smiled and bit her lip. “So far.”
“Towels?” Leo asked.
Prudence pointed to a closed door. “In the bathing room. There’s even plumbing, if you can believe it.”
“With warm water?” Leo asked. The new invention was the talk of every circle. Hauling hot water was a burden, and running cold water was nice, but to have indoor plumbing with heat was revolutionary.
Prudence nodded. “I’ll soap your back if you soap mine.”
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