Page 73 of An Inconvenient Vow

Sabina’s eyebrows rose so high she thought they must have disappeared into her hair. “Usually?” she echoed mystified.

“By my own hand.” When she turned to look at him, he held up his hand to show it to her. The gesture was so absurd, it surprised a gurgle of laughter from her. His own lips quirked briefly upward, but he looked too tortured to join her.

Sabina bit her lip, noticing the way his eyes kept falling on her breasts. He kept averting them, but his gaze seemed drawn almost against his will. She should probably draw the sheet up over them, but strange to say, his hot, devouring gaze was not displeasing. In truth, the way he looked at her almost made her feel…

An idea occurred to her, so audacious she almost gasped aloud. “Perhaps, I could…” She rolled onto her back and, keeping the sheets at her waist, reached down between her legs, petting herself there.

“What are you doing?” Jeffree’s choked words made her glance his way.

“Touching myself,” she admitted. “Your words gave me the idea. This way, I can make myself ready.”

He stared at her, and for some reason, Sabina found herself suddenly unable to look away, even though touching herself, while Jeffree de Crecy watched, felt more than a little wrong. The rush of wetness between her legs shocked her. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. The harsh noise Jeffree made had her opening her eyes again, only to find him sat up and edging closer toward her.

“That readies you?” he asked, his voice low and guttural. She nodded and he swallowed audibly, his gaze riveted between her legs though he could see nothing. “Your hand scarcely moves.”

“Oh well.” Sabina licked her lips. “It is mostly my fingers I employ. It’s a little different from, well, what you do.” She gestured toward his own lap area, also obscured by blankets, though she suspected his own grip was for comfort at this point, rather than stimulation.

“Can I see?” he uttered, and Sabina’s eyes flew wide.

“Umm…” She hesitated.

“Please,” Jeffree added tightly.

Sabina contemplated him a moment under her lowered lids, then, instead of answering, shoved down the bedsheets to mid-thigh, exposing her body to him.

Jeffree dragged in a ragged breath, and rather than look for his reaction to her wholly unremarkable body, Sabina concentrated instead on circling the pleasure point between her thighs. She could almost feel Jeffree’s stare burning into her as she touched herself.

Again, she found his attention oddly invigorating more than anything. She bit her lip; likely he wasn’t gaining much from the experience though. She snuck a glance at him from under her lashes and found him still staring between her legs with rapt attention. Emboldened, Sabina drew her knees up to let him see.

She kept her eyes on his for the next minute or so while her fingertips made her dig her heels into the mattress and gasp. While her breathing quieted, she rested her hand on her stomach and contemplated Jeffree’s flushed face. He really was very beautiful—her eyes drifted downwards—and very aroused.

When he finally managed to drag his eyes up to meet hers, she opened her arms to him. “Come here, Jeffree.” Her voice was husky. She felt more than ready for him. As though her words broke a spell, he made haste to clamber over her, giving a muffled groan when their bodies came into contact with one another.

Feeling too sated for nervousness, Sabina took his shaft in hand and guided him between her legs. He needed no further stimulation. Indeed, she was privately of the opinion he was perilously close to spilling his seed.

“Fuck,” Jeffree wheezed as she placed him where he needed to go.

“Have a care, madam?” Sabina ventured, but he was past caring about being teased. Sweat was beading at his brow. Seeing his half-agonized expression, she took pity on him. “All is now prepared,” she assured him, sliding one arm about his neck. “You can come inside me.”

He gave a shaky moan and shifted forward. The very tip of him lodged in her cleft, but she was forced to move her hips to encourage the rest of him to follow suit. “Jeffree,” she breathed. “You—you need to…”

As though in answer to her hesitant promptings, he gave an upward thrust of his hips.

“Oh!” Sabina’s eyes watered and he immediately stilled with a swift curse. “No, no, do not stop,” she assured him, squeezing his shoulder. He ventured another cautious dip of his hips, but it was a good deal shallower this time.

It just made her all the more anxious to have him all the way inside. “Jeffree!” she keened, arching her back. His nostrils flared, his eyes on her breasts, and he thrust in earnest this time.

“Oh!” yelled Sabina, tears once more springing to her eyes as he filled her up to the hilt.

“Is that—?”

“No, that’s good. That’s very good,” she told him breathlessly, patting his shoulder. To her surprise, she was not lying. It did feel surprisingly good. In the past, Sabina had always enjoyed the preliminaries far more than the act itself. He muttered something above her, and Sabina squeezed his sides with her knees. “Why have you stopped?”

He huffed out a breath. “Madam, I’m trying to—to gather my wits,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I am barely holding myself together here!”

He did sound very strained, she realized, as he held himself rigid above her. “Just let yourself go,” she recommended warmly. “Really, you deserve it at this point. You have done very well for your first foray.”

He gave her the oddest look. “What is it you expect me to—?”