Happy to oblige him, she tweaked the nipple he didn’t have in his mouth, before cupping her breast as though to offer it to him.
He straightened. “Unh. Mistress, give me a minute.” Panting, he squeezed his eyes shut, tilted his head and muttered.
Is he—is he conjugating a Latin verb again?It had been ages since he’d needed to do that during their play.
Then the verb registered.
Subsistere—to stop or withstand or resist.
She almost giggled, then upped the ante. Reaching out, she gripped his length in a firm hand.
His eyes flew open and he gasped. He twisted his hips, pulling away as though she was hurting him. His arms twitched, but he did not bring them forward.
She slid her hand slowly toward his tip.
“Mistress. Please. I cannot—you cannot—” He recognized the error of his phrasing. “Please let go of me, I want to ensure I please you. You come first.”
At that, she did giggle.
He paused, and then after a minute, realized what he had said, and choked out a quick laugh.
She sat back, and he skipped all other preliminaries, sinking to sit on his heels and scoot closer, burying his head in her lap.
“Sit your hips forward in the chair and lean back, and hold yourself open for me, Mistress?” He half-commanded, half-asked. His puppy dog eyes peered up at her from between her thighs, his panting breaths gusting over her sensitive flesh.
That sounded like an excellent next step.
She scooted. She placed her fingers where he asked, his breath on her before she’d finished. Then his mouth was there, eating at her. His teeth grazed her as he nearly chewed in his eagerness before he remembered himself. Gentling, he nuzzled and tongued her through a smile.
“William…” His name came out on a breath, barely audible.
Bracing herself with her elbows against the chair arms, she shoved her flesh against him, moaning.
Lapping at her, he firmed his tongue and sped up.
She was lost. They could take their time later. She had a hazy thought of dining together but could not focus. She needed his cock in her as much as he needed to pound.
“I release you, William. Come to me.”
He rose before she finished the sentence. Dragging her out of the chair, he pushed her in front of him onto the settee to kneel facing the back.
She grabbed the carved wood lip when he pushed her forward. Air wafted over the back of her legs as he tugged the remains of her skirt up to pile at the base of her spine.
He dragged her hips back a few inches to where he stood, shins pressed against the seat cushion.
Then he shoved into her, fast and hard, sliding the settee an inch and rattling a candlestick on the narrow table behind it. She gasped then groaned, shocked at how much she loved his forcefulness. She shuddered and wiggled her hips once as her body adjusted to the sudden penetration, her blood throbbing in her veins.
He needed no further direction. Having stepped forward to follow the settee, he tempered his force but increased the speed.
She set her teeth as his thrusts grazed her internal front wall, throwing logs on the already-leaping flames of her desire. She keened as the pleasure spiraled through her.
His sac slapped her most sensitive flesh and they both moaned in sync with each impact. She had no idea how he was refraining from exploding, but she could not worry about it. She was too busy chasing her own ecstasy, as every muscle tightened and stretched toward the sensations only he could wring from her.
He reached around to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple, and she jerked at the lightning bolt shooting from her tip to her core.
He leaned in to nibble on the side of her neck.
“Ah, ah, William!” The contrast of gentle and rough sent her into an unstoppable slide.
