it’s uncomfortable the first time. I was expecting it.”
Sweat dripped from his brow. He could hold off no longer. He withdrew and plunged back in.
Sweet heaven, she felt like she’d been perfectly cast to hold him, the tightness and suction so exquisite he could have spent with the first thrust. He breathed in deeply, concentrating. When he felt slightly more in control, he pulled out and thrust back in once more.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, yes. It doesn’t hurt so much. It just feels…full.”
“Normal.”
“But I craved it so, Evan. Shouldn’t it do more than hurt? Or feel full?”
He chuckled against her smooth neck. “Don’t worry, sweet. It will.” He thrust once more, wincing to keep from losing it. He had to keep going, had to make it good for her.
He kissed her lips lightly and pinched one of her nipples. And another thrust.
She gasped. Yes, there she goes. She’s starting to feel what it’s truly about. He withdrew, thrust, withdrew, thrust.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped.
“Good, sweet?”
“Oh, Evan. It’s so…so… When you push down you hit that lovely spot… Oh!”
Hold on, old man. Keep it going. It’s good for her. Make it last.
But as much as he wanted to keep going, he could bear it no longer. He thrust mightily and spent inside her welcoming pussy with a loud groan.
He collapsed atop her but quickly moved. His weight would be too much for her to bear. She was hardly frail, but he was a big man. Though it pained him, he pulled out and slid to the side, lying beside her.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“No, no,” she sighed. “It was wonderful.”
“No regrets?”
“Not a one. You?”
He smiled. “No man alive would regret that. You’re absolutely lovely.”
He rose, tore off a small piece from one of the linens, and moistened it in rainwater from the slipper tub.
“Here,” he said when he returned, “let me take care of you.”
“Goodness, it’s cold.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” He wiped the small smudges of blood from her. “There. Are you in any pain?”
“Not really. I just feel deliciously used.”
He discarded the rag and lay back down beside her. She curled into his arms and snuggled against his shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled. He couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so content.
----
“ M y lady ,” Graves said to Sophie. “I’m afraid Lord Evan and Lady Alexandra have not yet arrived in London. I just got word from a wire.”
“Not yet?” Sophie gasped. Now she really was worried. The rain had ended, and who knew what the weather was like in London? Evan surely would have sent a wire ahead to let the caretaker know if they were to be detained any longer.
“Do you wish to send anyone out to look for them?”
“Whom would I send? Lord Brighton and my mother are gone.”
“Some of the servants would be happy to assist.”
Sophie chewed on her lip. “Darkness has fallen.”
“Yes. I suspect they’d wait to start in the morning.”
She nodded, her nerves jumping. “Yes, Graves. Please have them leave at first light.
----
A lly walked briskly toward the informal parlor in the Lybrook mansion. Sophie and Rose were napping, and Lily was gone on her wedding trip. It was nearly teatime, and Ally was famished for a scone with lemon curd. She halted when her mother’s soft voice wafted out the door.
“Yes,” Iris, Ally’s mother, said, “but it’s difficult to tell David everything.”
“You should try,” another voice said. Auntie Lucy—Miss Lucinda Landon, her mother’s best childhood friend.
“It’s so horrid, Lucy,” Iris said. “He might think less of me. The things I let Longarry do…”
“None of this is your fault,” Lucy said.
“You wouldn’t think it if you knew.”
“You can tell me if you’d like. Sometimes it helps to talk. I promise you’ll be no different to me one way or the other.”
“I… I know what my daughters must think of me. They think me weak.
Sweat dripped from his brow. He could hold off no longer. He withdrew and plunged back in.
Sweet heaven, she felt like she’d been perfectly cast to hold him, the tightness and suction so exquisite he could have spent with the first thrust. He breathed in deeply, concentrating. When he felt slightly more in control, he pulled out and thrust back in once more.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, yes. It doesn’t hurt so much. It just feels…full.”
“Normal.”
“But I craved it so, Evan. Shouldn’t it do more than hurt? Or feel full?”
He chuckled against her smooth neck. “Don’t worry, sweet. It will.” He thrust once more, wincing to keep from losing it. He had to keep going, had to make it good for her.
He kissed her lips lightly and pinched one of her nipples. And another thrust.
She gasped. Yes, there she goes. She’s starting to feel what it’s truly about. He withdrew, thrust, withdrew, thrust.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped.
“Good, sweet?”
“Oh, Evan. It’s so…so… When you push down you hit that lovely spot… Oh!”
Hold on, old man. Keep it going. It’s good for her. Make it last.
But as much as he wanted to keep going, he could bear it no longer. He thrust mightily and spent inside her welcoming pussy with a loud groan.
He collapsed atop her but quickly moved. His weight would be too much for her to bear. She was hardly frail, but he was a big man. Though it pained him, he pulled out and slid to the side, lying beside her.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“No, no,” she sighed. “It was wonderful.”
“No regrets?”
“Not a one. You?”
He smiled. “No man alive would regret that. You’re absolutely lovely.”
He rose, tore off a small piece from one of the linens, and moistened it in rainwater from the slipper tub.
“Here,” he said when he returned, “let me take care of you.”
“Goodness, it’s cold.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” He wiped the small smudges of blood from her. “There. Are you in any pain?”
“Not really. I just feel deliciously used.”
He discarded the rag and lay back down beside her. She curled into his arms and snuggled against his shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled. He couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so content.
----
“ M y lady ,” Graves said to Sophie. “I’m afraid Lord Evan and Lady Alexandra have not yet arrived in London. I just got word from a wire.”
“Not yet?” Sophie gasped. Now she really was worried. The rain had ended, and who knew what the weather was like in London? Evan surely would have sent a wire ahead to let the caretaker know if they were to be detained any longer.
“Do you wish to send anyone out to look for them?”
“Whom would I send? Lord Brighton and my mother are gone.”
“Some of the servants would be happy to assist.”
Sophie chewed on her lip. “Darkness has fallen.”
“Yes. I suspect they’d wait to start in the morning.”
She nodded, her nerves jumping. “Yes, Graves. Please have them leave at first light.
----
A lly walked briskly toward the informal parlor in the Lybrook mansion. Sophie and Rose were napping, and Lily was gone on her wedding trip. It was nearly teatime, and Ally was famished for a scone with lemon curd. She halted when her mother’s soft voice wafted out the door.
“Yes,” Iris, Ally’s mother, said, “but it’s difficult to tell David everything.”
“You should try,” another voice said. Auntie Lucy—Miss Lucinda Landon, her mother’s best childhood friend.
“It’s so horrid, Lucy,” Iris said. “He might think less of me. The things I let Longarry do…”
“None of this is your fault,” Lucy said.
“You wouldn’t think it if you knew.”
“You can tell me if you’d like. Sometimes it helps to talk. I promise you’ll be no different to me one way or the other.”
“I… I know what my daughters must think of me. They think me weak.
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