“Yes,” she replied, grinding herself lewdly against his cock. “In fact, I believe I can reach my peak simply by doing this. Shall I demonstrate?”
Alexander’s eyes were wide and dazed and he simply nodded his head. “Hmmm,” he managed to get out as he reached up and pulled down the bodice of her dress, exposing both of her glorious breasts. She had to admit, now that she understood them better, theywereone of her best features.
He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, the other in his hand. He sucked lightly and then bit gently. Harriet let out a scream of pleasure.
He leaned back with a cocky smile. “You like that, then?”
She grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth back to her.
“Keep going,” she panted, oddly not embarrassed by her desperation. She simply was too aroused to entertain shame. She rubbed along his breeches back and forth, rocking along his cockstand until she felt her entire body begin to clench; she kept going, rocking against him as he laved and licked her breasts, mad with desire. Finally, she came against him with another shout and then collapsed atop him.
Against his ear, she breathed, “I am ever so sorry about those breeches. I may have ruined them.”
“I had actually been meaning to remove them.”
“Let me,” she said, unbuttoning his fall and taking his cock in hand. Frustrated with the lack of ease at stroking him, she reachedup and licked her hand—a sight which Alexander loved for some reason, if his wide pupils and flared nostrils were to be trusted.
She returned her hand to his cock and stroked him, reveling in the feel of his hot skin, of the power she had over him, of the joy of being his.He loved her.He’d said he loved her. She was about to speak when he cut her off, covering her hand with his own, stopping her strokes.
“Harriet, I’m going to spend.”
“Didn’t you say men could only do that once?”
“Yes,” he gritted out, clearly on edge.
“Wouldn’t you rather do it inside of me?”
He groaned and then helped her rise up on her toes, before holding his cock at her entrance.
“This might hurt a bit,” he warned.
“It shouldn’t,” she answered gleefully, lowering herself slowly onto him. “Remember how you told me aboutgodemiches? Well, I procured one.”
“Harriet! Christ!” he hissed out, and she wasn’t certain if that was in response to her admission or him entering her.
“Yes?” she asked, coquettishly. Such a shame she’d been forced to wait so long to flirt with men. It was some of the most fun one could have.
“You’re going to kill me, Harriet.”
“Not until you’ve made me come again, Alexander.”
He groaned and thrust up into her, making her whimper with pleasure. God, this was so much better than anything she could do orhad done on her own. It was heaven. His hands on her hips guiding her, his lips on her neck, his taste in her mouth.
As she rode him, he reached down between them and brushed his hand over her most sensitive spot, the place she’d become intimately familiar with in his absence. She cried out in desperation, simultaneously needing more and not being able to bear what he was doing to her.
“Harriet, come for me, please. You must. You ha—” She cut him off with her cries of ecstasy, her spine tingling, toes curling, legs shaking with the surfeit of pleasure.
As she came down from her peak, her heart slowed and she leaned into him to whisper, “See? I can be a good listener” into his ear.
He barked out something that might have been a laugh under any circumstances where his cock was not inside of her. Knowing he was close, she raked her nails across his back and then up into his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers with a moan they both shared. Almost as soon as their tongues met, he thrust into her with one last groan and came apart, spending inside of her. Filling her up.
Harriet’s body felt weightless, and her breath was still coming in pants. “What is it about rooms full of books that makes you so amorous, my lord? It’s becoming quite a pattern.”
“That’s nearly always where you are,” he said, dipping his head to continue his kisses down the side of her neck and across her collarbone.
“Do you think there might be any books on your bedside table, by chance?” She inquired, as he passed his thumb over the stiff peaks of her breasts, “I find myself quite desperate to visit your room.”
His eyes snapped up to her face. Without another word, he stood, deposited her on the ground, let her skirts drop to the floor, buttoned his fall, replaced his jacket, led them out of the publishing house, extinguished the lamp and hurried Harriet into the carriage, with a gruff note to the driver to make all possible haste in returning home.
