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“Are you sore?” he asked gently, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
Mei paused, hesitating, before nodding.
“Maybe a little.” She leaned forward to brush her lips against his, while he tugged on the tiny buds in his grip. Then she lifted her head just a bit to look in his eyes. “But not in any way that signifies.”
“Well, then, little minx, you are going to ride me. So I can ensure that you take the time you need.” It was going to be sweet torture, but it was also going to give him the opportunity to play with her breasts to his heart’s content while she did so.
Her eyes widened.
“Ride you?”
Sebastian felt a slow smile spread across his lips.
“Oh yes, minx. Let me show you.”
Mei
When Sebastian said ‘ride’, he’d meant quite literally. Mei had not spent much time riding horses, outside of a few lessons, but there were quite a few similarities. Her thighs were on either side of his hips, rising and falling with passion as she sank down atop his cock and rose up and sank down, again and again.
The soreness was nothing compared to the pleasure.
His hands moved over her body at will, free to roam, to caress, to elicit new strains of pleasure.
Even though she was on top of him, there was no doubt in her mind about who was in charge. Mei was being allowed to control their pace, and Sebastian was taking full advantage of his access to her body, to take what liberties he desired with her. And she loved every moment of it.
The way he touched her as if he was cherishing every moment.
The way his touch lit a flame within her.
The way he looked up at her with such softness in his eyes that it made her heart sing, even as it made her want to hide from that look. Such softer emotions could only lead to heartbreak.
It was better to leave such things unsaid, unacknowledged, even in the middle of the night when they were cocooned in their own little world… but she did her best to show him how she felt with her body.
Did her best to love him with her touch.
Until she cried out with ecstasy and felt him surge beneath her. He rolled her again, unsheathing himself and spending his seed on her thighs, head bent over her breast while she threaded her fingers through his hair.
“Mei.”
He murmured her name against her skin, panting for breath, as she trembled beneath him, wishing this night could last forever.
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Mei
Another day of the house party. Another day of interminable waiting for the evening. And yet Mei wanted every moment to last so much longer. Sebastian was all she could think about, even when he was not in the room with her, and when he was, it became even worse. She was hyperaware of his every move, his every breath, as if she could feel each of them touching her.
Her body ached, the soreness between her legs a reminder of him with every step she took, yet she had not had enough of him.
She was infatuated.
Something she’d certainly never thought to experience, and now that it had happened, she had no idea what to do with all these unruly emotions and responses. There had never been a plan for anything like this.
And it was all going to end soon.
As sore as she was, even with how gentle he’d been last night, she knew she wasn’t going to stop. Not when there were only two more nights. Tomorrow was the final full day, then everyone would return to London on the morrow, and it would be over. Her heart was already breaking at the prospect, and she did her best to shutter it off, closing it away to deal with once she was home, and it truly was over.
Somehow, they got through the evening, which included several readings from Shakespeare’s sonnets by several of the debutantes and the gentlemen. Sebastian did not participate, other than to watch, much to Mei’s relief.
