“There you are,” he said.
He rubbed in small circles until she was moving her body into his hand, pleasure thrumming through her in a heady wave. He slipped his other hand beneath her skirts and gently, oh so gently, slid a finger inside her.
“The motion you showed me combined with penetration should…” He slid his finger out and then back in, deeper each time, until she was riding him.
A throbbing beneath her signaled he was equally excited by their actions. She reached between his legs and, with a few quick movements, freed his impressively thick cock.
He stroked himself but then stopped, his cheeks turning the same color as his engorged member.
“Continue,” she said. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
He grasped his cock, traveling all the way down before returning. He appeared to prefer a long motion, rocking his hips into it, never speeding up but continuing at an even pace, much like the way he had thrust inside her.
She touched his hand. “Allow me.”
He released his grip, and she took over, copying the movement. His groans and the rocking of his hips were all the encouragement she needed.
He closed his eyes. “I cannot last long, I fear.”
She grabbed his cravat from the floor, then slid her hand up and down his cock three times before he moaned. She slid the cravat over him and caught his seed, then tossed the scrap of fabric over the side of the chair.
Chapter 13
Thel leaned against the wall and watched Olivia seamlessly insert herself between two young men in the circle around Constance. In any other group, he would have expected at least a few ruffled feathers, but Olivia had a particular talent for blending in. He noticed the exact moment they switched from salivating over Olivia’s beauty to assuring her of their noble intentions toward Constance.
Her ability to change how they treated her with only a few comments and a shift in her posture was remarkable. He remembered how she’d thrashed in his arms. A completely different woman from the one standing stoically beside his daughter near the door to the retiring room. What they had done was beyond anything he had ever tried with Marguerite. The few times they’d had sex before she’d fallen ill had been in total darkness and had lasted only a few minutes.
Marguerite.
He tensed, waiting for the twisting of his gut that always accompanied thoughts of his late wife, but it didn’t come. His body felt light, as if a weight had slipped off his shoulders. It should have worried him, but he felt only relief that the wound Marguerite’s death had left was finally healing.
He made his way through the crowd until he reached Olivia’s side.
“How does she fare?” he whispered and he was pleased to see a flush creep up from her neck.
“Constance is distracted,” she said.
He turned his attention to his daughter. She lifted her chin and tilted her head from side to side, as if searching the crowd.
He did the same, even though he did not know who or what he was searching for, until he spotted a young man making his way toward them. Something about him was familiar, but it was not until he arrived at their group and bowed before Constance that he recognized the hazel eyes and slightly crooked nose of the boy who was one of Constance’s earliest friends.
“I-It can’t be,” Constance said, her eyes wide. “What are you doing here, Sammy?”
Olivia drew closer to whisper in his ear. “Who is that, and how does she know him?”
He tilted his head so he could speak with no one hearing.
“Mr. Samuel Ringwell. Her childhood friend.”
Olivia pressed close to him. “Would you be amenable to a match between them?”
Thel frowned at the grinning Samuel. The boy was high-spirited. He had once dared Constance to leap from the roof of the stable onto an enormous pile of pillows they had gathered while their nannies had been napping. He had only interrupted the foolish game by chance when he had returned home early from a spring festival in the village, sparing Constance from a broken leg, or worse.
He vaguely remembered the elder Mr. Ringwell had died in a boating accident. That meant young Sammy had some manner of wealth, although perhaps not enough to support a wife. Felix and Elijah might disapprove, but they would have difficulty finding fault in a boy they had known for years.
Olivia elbowed him in the ribs. “Well?”
“I could be persuaded,” he said.
