Somewhere inside her, she ached. She ached for having never experienced this kind of seduction before. She ached for all she had missed, and for wanting more. His hands were hot, tracing her corset, tugging at her thighs. His hardness pushed against the crux of her body. This wasn’t like it had been with Gregory at all, who seemed at times embarrassed at his own stirrings. Still, he’d tried to have her enjoy his time with her, but he seemed so ashamed of it. Like he was doing something wrong. Which made Prudence wonder if she was somehow untoward.
But Mr. Moon. Leo. He was devouring her like a starving man, letting lose an animal that had scented blood.
“I want to touch your quim,” Leo said in between kisses.
She made a noise in her throat. It was the best she could do.
His kisses slowed. “Prudence. I need to know you want me to. Say yes. Dear God, please say yes.”
“Yes,” she breathed, and his hand snaked between them, finding the slit in the linen bloomers she wore. She gasped when his fingers found her wetness.
His other hand came to her neck, and he slid up to cradle her head, bringing her to look at him. The fire in his eyes was new and strange. “I want to see it.”
“See what?” she panted, as his fingers found the hard nub that sent pleasure shooting down to her toes. Her thighs tensed against his.
“I want to see your face when you come. You’re so beautiful. Pretty, pretty Prudence.” His fingers tightened in her hair. He leaned forward and nipped at her lips.
She no longer felt in control of her own body. She clutched at his biceps to keep her balance. He was pulled as taut as a piano wire, all steel and barely contained lust. He wanted her so badly, and that was heady in and of itself. He nudged her back, and she let him take her erect nipple into his mouth.
And suddenly, it was all too much. Her thighs flexed and her feet pointed straight until it hurt, and then pleasure flooded her and she cried out.
He lifted his head. “There we are,” Leo breathed into her neck.
She shivered again, an echo of the first.
“My God, you’re powerful,” he said.
Prudence could barely lift her head to look at him. Every limb was full of warm lead, heavy and wonderful and thick. “I beg your pardon?”
He smiled. “Your legs. I thought you might crush me.”
She snorted and leaned back on her elbows. “Ophelia has us running three days a week in the mornings, and climbing stairs on the off days.”
“Poor thing,” he murmured. “Perhaps you need a massage?” He took a step back and lifted her leg so he could knead her calf muscle.
“What about you?” she asked. In her experience, which was limited to Gregory, to be honest, he typically came right after she did, or right before.
“I am enjoying myself immensely,” Leo assured her.
“But what about—you know.” Why was it she could engage in illicit behavior but couldn’t talk about it?
“My orgasm?” he asked, smiling at her. “Oh, I don’t need one right away. For if I do, this playing will end, and I’m not ready for it to be over.”
Leo Moon was actually smiling at her. Prudence never thought she’d see the day. His fingers had also done some sort of magic in her nether parts, which was also unexpected. She hadn’t known men to be so attentive. In fact, this was not how she’d imagined their tryst. It was far better.
“One of the amazing and wonderful things about women is that they don’t have to pause between orgasms. Some do, but most don’t.”
Prudence frowned. “Really?”
His smile vanished. “Have you not explored that?”
“When would I explore that?” Prudence asked. She’d never had a bed to herself. She was either with her sisters or with Gregory. Well, until he got truly sick, but then the last thing she wanted to do was explore orgasming. It was exhausting taking care of him, even with the help they’d had.
“When you are on your own.” He leaned and planted a kiss on her silk-clad calf.
“I’m rarely alone—and never before now.”
“Do you want to explore it?” he asked.
