A blush of all things stung Prudence’s cheeks. “Perhaps next time?”
“Yes,” Leo nodded. “Next time. Right now, I don’t want to stop this.”
“Are we doing something?”
“I am. I’m watching how wet you become with whatever we talk about. It is fascinating. And particularly educational for me.” He sipped his scotch.
“I didn’t realize.” She started to close her legs, but he leaned forward and stopped her.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “And I will, too. I want to come at the same time.”
She frowned. “Don’t men want to be inside a woman?”
“That is fun too. But today, let’s do this.” Leo said, unbuttoning his trousers. His cock sprang forth, hard and buoyant. It curved a bit to the left, and it was the same but altogether different from Gregory’s.
Leo’s cock was longer, a bit thinner, and paler. She wanted to touch it, just to see what it felt like. Would it feel the same?
“If you don’t want to, say so,” Leo croaked. “But if you want, put your fingers where you’ll enjoy it most.”
“Okay.” She slid her fingers into the wetness between her legs. His eyes were on her hands, and as she moved slowly, he fisted his cock.
“Funny word,” he said. “But at least I know what it means now.”
She swirled her fingers around, finding a soft, easy rhythm. Leo pumped his cock at the same rate. His face grew flushed, andshe watched his eyes change. His brows came together. And she felt hers reflect the same way.
Without realizing it, her hips bucked. Leo hissed as he watched.
“Leo,” she panted. “I think—”
He kept pumping with one hand, and grabbed the kerchief he’d cleaned himself with earlier and wrapped it around his cock.
“Are you going to come?” she squeaked.
He nodded and closed his eyes. His hips bucked off the chair, the red kerchief pumping and catching his seed as he came.
She was there too, climaxing, her knee flexing against the chaise, causing the furniture to creak as she came harder than the other two times. When she opened her eyes, she saw Leo slumped in the chair, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. It was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him.
He was more handsome this way, if that were possible. With all those harsh planes of his face no longer pulled taut, he was softer. Kinder looking. Like he might tell a joke any moment. She wanted to know that Leo. Not to say the focused, elegant Leo who had coaxed her into three orgasms wasn’t a lovely companion.
She picked up her scotch tumbler from the floor and sipped at it. She didn’t care about her rumpled clothes or her likely mussed coiffure. This had been a revelation. The burn of the scotch her throat was perfect. She sighed, letting out yet another layer of tension. “Leo, you are magic.”
He chuckled and lifted his head, opening one eye at her. “I should accuse you of the very same thing.”
“I came three times. You only got one.”
“Yes, but I thought I might lose my testicles in the force of it.” He groaned as he cleaned himself and tucked himself back in.When he was done, he took a sip of his own scotch. Then he put his hand up. “I almost forgot.”
He stood and went to his desk, procuring another rag. He crossed the room again and handed her the handkerchief.
“Such a gentleman.”
He smiled. “Anything but, madame.”
Prudence wiped herself clean and straightened her skirts, sitting up. “That was... more than I’d hoped for, actually.”
Leo looked up at her, fixing her with that unsettling focus. “Stay longer, then, and I’ll show you more.”
Prudence shook her head. “Ophelia has us running early tomorrow. I can’t. I need my legs to work.”
