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God, yes, A
“Ah, A
A
“None of that,” he scolded. “I can see you preparing to think, A
Before she could blink again, his mouth came down on hers in a voluptuously ravenous kiss. His tongue was in her mouth, plundering and demanding and promising. Oh, God, the things his kiss was promising.
His hand slipped down her arm to close around her fingers where they lay limp in her lap. He brought up her hand and put it around his neck, giving her a place to hold on as he gathered her more closely against him. His scent was all around her, and A
And then his lips were gone, leaving his forehead pressed to hers, his breath fa
“God, A
“What?” She felt suddenly unsure, wondering if she’d done something wrong.
“Lie back,” he said, easing her to her back and stretching out on his side beside her. He laced his fingers through hers and squeezed. “I just need to catch my breath.”
But he didn’t catch his breath, instead he frowned down at her, as if trying to puzzle out some frustrating mystery.
“A
“Isn’t that what that was, lovemaking?”
“Let me be blunt: I want to fornicate with you. Urgently.”
“Urgently,” A
“Here.” He took her hand in his and rolled to his back, putting her palm over his very evident erection. “I want you.”
She didn’t pull away as she should have but gently shaped him along his length.
“This does not feel very comfortable,” she said, knowing exactly what was beneath her fingers. She should be repulsed, but with him, she was fascinated.
“If you keep that up,” the earl cautioned, “the urgency will only become greater.”
She did keep it up but rolled to her side to peer at his face.
“And then what?” A
“I am not a rapist,” the earl said, closing his eyes. “But I will want badly to spend. Very badly.” A
“What does that mean?” A
“Oh, for God’s sake.” He closed his eyes then pushed her hands away. She thought he was going plunge into the stream, or at least get up and stomp away, but instead, he undid the fall of his breeches and shoved them down over his hips then hiked up his shirt to his ribs.
“Please, love.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his erection. “Just bring me off and have done with it.”
To her shock, his hand was moving hers, stroking it along this very odd part of him, while A
“Like that,” he rasped. “Jesus, yes, just like that.”
His hips moved in counterpoint to the way she was stroking him, and his fingers closed more tightly around hers. This had to be hurting him, she thought distractedly, as his back was arched, his jaw clenched, and the muscles of his neck taut.
“God, A
His hand went still over hers, but he kept their fingers laced.
“Dear, sweet, merciful God.” He sighed, opening his eyes. “I did not plan for this to happen, A
Dumbly, she handed him one, her eyes fixed on his softening penis.
“Can I let go now?”
“You may,” he replied, frowning at her. He swiped at himself with the napkin and then tossed it aside.
“Does it hurt?” A
“You haven’t done this before.”
“I didn’t know one could,” she said, not taking her eyes off his groin. “Or two could. It looked uncomfortable for you.”
“Arousal has an element of discomfort to it, until satisfied, and then it is pleasurable beyond description.” He did not move to tuck himself up, and she did not stop looking.
“One would not necessarily reach that conclusion, watching you,” A
“No.” His smile was sweet, pleased. “If you keep looking at me like that, I will be again soon.”
“May I touch you?”
“Just be gentle, but indulge your curiosity however you please.”
A
So she let her fingers ask the questions, traveling along the softening length of him, lifting him this way and that, manipulating his foreskin and exploring his testicles, all with a frown of deepest puzzlement on her face, while he obligingly kept his eyes closed and gave every appearance of a man dozing off.
“You are…”—she waved a hand over his genitals—“becoming unrelaxed again.”
He opened his eyes and smiled. “You are a treasure. Let me hold you.”
When A
“If I touched you again,” A
“With you? At least three times, eventually. A man does need some time to recover, though. A
“Hmm?” Her hand was resting over his cock, but just that, not moving him nor attempting any further exploration.
“Thank you.” The earl’s eyes drifted shut. “There’s a great deal more to be said, of course, and soon, but for now, thank you.”
A
Maybe he would, A
Six
“COME.” THE EARL HELD OUT A HAND AND GRABBED the hamper, putting the blankets on top. “We need to talk, and the library will be less gloomy than the kitchen.”
They’d had to sprint for the kitchen when a summer squall had caught them napping on their blankets, and the rapid shift from pleasantly dozing to a dead run still had A