A finger slid into her, then two. But the lips retreated. She gasped with need. How could he stop after she’d begged?
“Pinch your nipples. I want to see you give yourself pleasure.”
Oh my, like the couple beyond the peephole. I should have guessed he’d have a plan. There are advantages to intimacy with an expert.
Her hands cupped her breasts, pinching with finger and thumb, somehow creating an ache and relieving one at the same time. She enjoyed her own touch, but it did not gratify her to the extent his did. Her nub ached for the wet warmth of his mouth again.
More moisture slid between her buttocks, and she could not bring herself to care. Need burned through her, and her legs tightened around his shoulders.
He chuckled once, then his lips once again surrounded her engorged bundle of nerves, and his tongue flicked in time with her pinching.
“Ah, ah. Evan.” No longer coherent enough to beg, she reveled in the heat of his mouth, the wash of sensation over every inch of her, like fresh bathwater, warm from the fire, being poured over her.
She flicked her nipples faster, urging him on, and he responded. His fingers thrust at the same pace, and his tongue licked in tandem.
A deluge of hot pleasure soaked her. Even her scalp tingled, and within seconds her back curved and her hips took on the rhythm, thumping against the table.
He sucked hard, and she came apart, bottom off the table, legs locked around his head as she contracted around his fingers and under his tongue. Her hands fell from her breasts to brace herself so she would not be sucked under the waves.
She covered her mouth to muffle her scream as her whole body shook. “Evan.”
He softened his lips, sipping as his fingers petted her for a moment. Her legs slackened around him, her spine relaxing against the supportive tabletop. She wasn’t sure she could move.
He stood and unlaced his breeches.
Suddenly energized, she rose on her elbows again to stare.
“Yes, sweetheart, you wanted to see. Now watch what you do to me.”
His cock leaped out to point at her, seeping liquid from its tip.
Now I know why he said I looked delicious.
His member was dusky red, straight, and thick, its helmet looking like an impressive and mayhap slightly scary creamy delectable treat. She wanted to lick it and taste it. Her tongue swept across her lips, saliva pooling in her mouth.
He wiped his hand gently, carefully for her sensitivity, through the wetness between her legs, and brought it to his cock, adding the moisture he’d created and smoothing his hand along the stalk again and again.
Her inner walls contracted again, craving that thickness between them. But she knew Evan was determined to control this interaction.
His gaze ran over her, and she pictured what he saw. Eyes glazed with pleasure as his were, lips wet and parted, breasts plumped, with hard rosy tips begging for more pinches, and legs spread wantonly around her damp swollen folds where his face had just been.
He groaned and grabbed a handkerchief she hadn’t noticed beside her. His hand slicked up and down, faster and faster until he held the handkerchief over his swollen rod and shuddered, his eyes closing, his back arching as his hips thrust into his hands.
He staggered once and brought a hand to the table as he leaned over her to kiss her.
She smelled herself on him. Strange, but not unpleasant.
The door rattled, followed by a knock. They both started.
“Althea?” One of the shopgirls needed her.
****
The next hour was a blur of fumbling answers to questions and hiding from customers in the back of the shop, until Althea gave up and went home, leaving the senior shop clerk to close. She’d made Evan leave via a back door that let out onto a foul-smelling alley. He hadn’t argued about a purchase, which cemented her belief that he’d come to seduce her again.
She’d fallen right into his hands, risking her business. Despite her self-directed anger, and her concern over how she’d keep her hands off him if he continued to pursue her, she could not stop thinking about his cock. She still hadn’t gotten to touch it, much less taste it. Worse, the poor man had only had a self-induced orgasm, whereas she was up to three Evan-gifted ones.
Beth was coming in from her volunteer time at the charity school and had just ordered tea to the library when Althea entered and flopped down across from her, throwing her feet on the delicate matching Hepplewhite footstool.
