Page 16 of Submitting to the Widow
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April 24, 1826
Somewhere on the Road to Bath
Stephen did not know how long he could last at the very edge of his body exploding into shards of pleasure. This was not the way the command performance he’d planned was supposed to spool out. He could not for the life of him continue his cold, rote performance of episodes from the damned journal. That plan in the abstract had seemed like a perfectly good idea at the time… But that was before he’d met the Baroness Trevellyn.
Her long, elegant legs no longer quivered, and her quim unfolded before him like the exotic lotus blossoms floating in her conservatory pool. The spicy wine had finally worked its magic.
Her late husband had apparently spared no expense when he’d commissioned the massive, comfortable carriage. What a pity he’d obviously never used the conveyance to ravish his delectable wife. Jane had said she’d never been allowed to accompany him and her father when they traveled about the countryside on whatever secretive business they’d engaged in.
When Stephen blew softly on the lips of her exposed outer labia, she bucked and fluttered at his face with her slender fingers.
“Don’t,” she said. “Please.”
He massaged her knees gently and worked his fingers down along her inner thighs. “I would never hurt you, Jane. You do know that, don’t you?”
“Um, yes, but…”
“But what?”
“I’ve thought about being kissed…there…by a man. I’ve translated old Sanskrit texts, read about how those kisses should feel, but now… Now that you’re here, though, the thought of your lips down there make me feel unsettled.”
He favored her with a wry grin before carefully withdrawing her legs from his shoulders and settling her back onto his lap. “You certainly know how to ask for what you need, but you’re worried, I might say needlessly, about the cursed hows of making love, including having a man’s face in the most intimate part of your body. You have no idea how intoxicating the scent of a woman is to a man.”
She couldn’t hide from him the heated flush that spread from her face down to her magnificent breasts. He buried his nose in the cleft between her breasts and inhaled deeply. “I am drunk on the nearness and spicy scent of you, my dear baroness.”
“But…what is the scent like…down there?”
“Like crusty bread fresh from the oven, the tangy scent of life…a deep whiff of my favorite pint of beer.”
She covered her face in her hands. “Oh—. How can you talk so familiarly of the intimate details of sex?”
He took both of her hands in his and looked down into her eyes. “Because I’ve spent most of my adult life learning how to pleasure women. It’s what I do best.” At the skeptical look in her eyes, he added, “even better than courtroom theatrics or cricket.”
She hid her face on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry I’ve ruined your plans for the evening.”
“On the contrary, you’ve given me the most pleasure I’ve had since my carefree, reckless school days.”
He tipped up her chin to bring her around to face him again. “And besides, we have hours until morning.” With that, he encouraged her to drink a bit more of the spicy wine he’d brought along.
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Jane’s limbswere heavy with decadent feelings of lassitude. She couldn’t imagine normal life going on outside the heavy carriage’s walls. And then a wave of deep satisfaction swept over her. If it were possible that something like an afterlife existed, she thought, she hoped her unfeeling husband could look down and see how well another, younger man was pleasuring her. Her lips curled in amusement.
“That’s my girl,” Stephen said. “Let go and give in to the pleasure that is yours for the taking.”
“Why am I the only person in this carriage totally without covering of any sort?” She pointed to her costume neatly folded and awaiting their eventual arrival at the ball in the Bath Upper Assembly Rooms. Stephen was still fully clothed, but his bulging cock, blatantly aroused and straining against his breeches, looked as though he’d be more than happy to join her.
“Because you are the only person in this carriage who asked me to re-stage one of the events from my university days journal.”
“Oh,” she said with a moue of a pout on her lips.
She licked her lips thoughtfully. “And how are we going to do that?”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “You’re the one who read the pages.”
She turned in his lap and skillfully began arranging her legs over his shoulders as they’d been before.