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A Revelatory Morning

T he following morning

“Is there something you wish to tell me?” Barbara asked, when Will finally peeled an eyelid open and murmured a groggy “good morning”.

Will managed to open his other eye before he groaned and placed a hand on his forehead. “There was, but I can’t remember,” he said through a mouth that felt as if it was filled with cotton.

“Who were you drinking with last night?” she asked. “And what were you drinking?”

Groaning as he moved to sit up, Will leaned over and bussed her on the cheek. “Brandy. Rather good brandy, as I recall.” At her look of disbelief, he added, “With Everly.”

The events of the night before—those that had happened after eleven o’clock—came crashing back. He began chuckling, the sound almost maniacal, which had his countess displaying a look of confusion.

“You sound positively mad,” she accused.

“Helen slapped Tom across the face. They’re getting married,” he blurted.

Barbara blinked before her brows furrowed and a hand went to his forehead. “Oh, now I know you’ve gone mad,” she said in dismay.

He captured her hand with one of his and brought it to his lips. Kissing the back of it, he made a purring sound and grinned. Despite his hangover, his morning tumescence was evident, and Barbara’s eyes rounded as he moved atop her.

“William Stephen Slater, whatever in the world... Oh!” she cried out when she felt his hands gather her night rail up to her hips.

“I’m thirsty, my sweet, and only you can satisfy me right now.”

Inhaling sharply, Barbara settled back into the pillow. “I suppose I shouldn’t mind when you’re this mad,” she whispered, once again gasping. She felt more than heard his chuckle against her thighs, his whiskers scraping the tender skin in a most erotic manner.

“Mad for you,” he murmured before his lips kissed her cunny. His tongue soon followed, darting between her folds and around the tight bud of her womanhood until she was wet with need. Until she was murmuring, “yes, yes, yes,” and saying his name as if it had several syllables.

He left her on the brink of her release, though, chuckling again when she whispered, “no, no, no.” He removed his nightshirt and sunk himself into her on a groan of satisfaction that might have been heard by everyone else in the hotel.

“Will,” she admonished him before he straightened atop her and trailed the back of his fingers over her abdomen.

The move sent her over the edge, the feather light darts of pleasure enough to set off a powerful orgasm that nearly forced a scream from her.

He was quick to take advantage of how her body responded, pushing his manhood into her deeper with his every thrust until he, too, went over the edge and into an oblivion of pure pleasure.

He remained suspended over her for several seconds before his arms gave way and he nearly collapsed atop her. Rolling off her body, he landed on his back and let out a soft curse of appreciation before he passed out.

When Barbara finally caught her breath, she glanced over at him. He was snoring softly, a beatific grin lighting his face.

“That must have been some very good brandy,” she whispered.

As for what else he had mentioned, she decided she would learn more over breakfast. Turning onto her side, she placed her head in the small of his shoulder and joined him in a happy slumber.