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A tempting offer. She felt tired. But she could not rest while she sensed his unmet need.
And, although the experience she’d had so far had been beyond description, she noticed a hollow ache lingering in her core. If she was not fully satiated, how did he feel?
“If we stopped now,” she asked, “wouldn’t that leave you... unsatisfied?”
His gaze turned tender. “I will manage.”
She didn’t want him to manage. He’d been managing for her benefit far too long.
Tenderly, she stroked his jaw. “Thank you for ravishing me beyond my expectations.”
He hooded his gaze—a look of arrogant self-congratulation.
She gently lifted his chin with her finger, mirroring his frequent, supercilious gesture. “My turn to give you pleasure.” She paused, uncertain. “Do you go on top, or do I?”
He flushed deeply and buried his head back between her breasts. They lay entwined, with the scent of their mingled bodies filling the air.
“Simon, I’m already quite ruined. You might as well... finish.”
He didn’t move.
“Fortitude?” she suggested.
Finally, he raised his face. “I should be on top...at least the first time.”
“Well?”
He winced. “I’ve heard this might hurt. I don’t want to cause you pain.”
She twisted her lips in a silent what-can-one do. “Unpleasantness during a tumble heightens subsequent satisfaction.”
He rewarded her with a sheepish grin.
“I’ve learned a great deal about “fortitude” this afternoon.” Besides, she was accustomed to pain, especially from him. He’d been causing her pain for over a decade. “I will survive.” She raised her chin, noble. “Now tell me what I should do. You had little trouble before.” She wet her lips. “And in this, I find I don’t mind.”
He searched her gaze. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been sure about you my whole life.” Only a slight exaggeration.
He pulled back to allow her room. “Part your legs.”
“That’s it?” She looked down. She was already fully exposed, with dress and shift tossed messily around her waist. “Part my legs and... fortitude?”
He caressed her cheek. “I promise to do my utmost to ensure the experience is not tedious.”
She crooked the leg by the wall. “So polite.”
“So passionate.” He crossed over her thigh.
He guided her legs until she was fully, shamelessly splayed and resting one of those legs in the soft cocoon of heat he’d just abandoned.
Coming to his knees, he undid his falls. One fabric-covered button disappeared. Then two more. The right side dropped.
He worked the buttons on the layers beneath and then adjusted himself, giving her an opportunity to examine the cudgel up close. The metaphor she’d chosen had been apt.
Rising from a dark cloud of hair, his organ was reddish, thick, alarmingly veined. His hardness and girth were more than a little daunting.
He dropped the other side of his fall. “Find my cock interesting?”
