while it was nicely grown in, chances were high that another gentleman might pull another lady behind it with the same intentions.
Not the very same intentions, of course. Esau wrapped his free hand around her jaw, covering her mouth, at the same moment he brushed over the sweet bud nestled between her cunny lips. She stiffened and moaned behind his hand, and though it took surprising effort, he drew his fingers away.
There was a trick of this game he hadn’t counted on. Not touching her was as much a torture for him as it was for her. He wanted to keep stroking her, to keep her moaning and writhing against him. He flexed his fingers and she whimpered, then she went very still and quiet.
What a good girl she was, a quick learner. Silently thanking her for being so merciful to the both of them, he sought out that button of pleasure again and rolled over it with the pads of two fingers. Her hips swayed against his, and if they had been anywhere even just a shade more private, he would have thrown her down and fucked her then.
In fact, that was all he wanted to do. He wanted to leave this silly park, go back to her dreary house and fuck her all afternoon, all evening, all night. Let her silly tutor take his dinner alone, knowing what they were up to. If the man didn’t want her, if he wasn’t tortured with need for her night and day, there was no hope for him anyway.
Honoria’s breath grew louder and she mewled against his hand. He worked her faster, his teeth finding her earlobe, her jaw, her throat, and he wrenched her chin up so he could suck the taut flesh there. He kissed her until it became a bruise, bright and red-tinged purple on her neck. There was a thrill in marking her.
She pushed her hips back and forth, rocking on his fingers until her body stiffened and she gushed against his palm. He eased from her and hurriedly adjusted her skirt. She sagged against him, her heart beating so that her clothing trembled with each pulse. He set her on her feet and stooped down to meet her hooded gaze. “You all right then?”
She blinked at him, a slow smile spreading across her mouth as she nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the fine linen handkerchief and wiped his fingers on it before tucking it away again. “I suppose we should get back to our walk.”
She shook her head, an emphatic “no”, and signed something to him, her fingers flashing fast before she got her wits about her and spoke instead. “Home. Take me home.”
Chapter Four
There was no doubt in Esau’s mind what he would do to her when they got there. While he would have liked to throw her over his shoulder and sprint back to her house, he guessed that would be frowned upon. So instead they eased back onto the path and strolled as though they were unaware that their clothes were disheveled, their faces flushed and his cock was hard as iron, held back only by the tight waist of his trousers. Once they left the little park, she walked faster and soon it was all he could do to keep up. He was glad she knew the way back, for he had forgotten it. All the blood had rushed uncomfortably to his cock, his brain focused entirely in the tip of it chaffing against the inside of his trousers.
At the door, the little rat-faced butler greeted them with a grumble, his wiry eyebrows raised. Honoria dragged Esau through the vestibule and into the parlor, where she slammed the big doors before launching herself into his arms. They tumbled to the floor, already breathless from the walk, panting by the time Esau shed his coat and Honoria pushed her drawers down. The fine linen tangled around her boots, and he ripped the garment in half with a growl, pushed her skirts up as he climbed between her legs. With her starched petticoats constricting her movement, he could barely prise her thighs apart, and in utter frustration he pulled her legs up high, hooked her knees over his shoulders and drove into her.
She muffled her shout with a fist to her
Not the very same intentions, of course. Esau wrapped his free hand around her jaw, covering her mouth, at the same moment he brushed over the sweet bud nestled between her cunny lips. She stiffened and moaned behind his hand, and though it took surprising effort, he drew his fingers away.
There was a trick of this game he hadn’t counted on. Not touching her was as much a torture for him as it was for her. He wanted to keep stroking her, to keep her moaning and writhing against him. He flexed his fingers and she whimpered, then she went very still and quiet.
What a good girl she was, a quick learner. Silently thanking her for being so merciful to the both of them, he sought out that button of pleasure again and rolled over it with the pads of two fingers. Her hips swayed against his, and if they had been anywhere even just a shade more private, he would have thrown her down and fucked her then.
In fact, that was all he wanted to do. He wanted to leave this silly park, go back to her dreary house and fuck her all afternoon, all evening, all night. Let her silly tutor take his dinner alone, knowing what they were up to. If the man didn’t want her, if he wasn’t tortured with need for her night and day, there was no hope for him anyway.
Honoria’s breath grew louder and she mewled against his hand. He worked her faster, his teeth finding her earlobe, her jaw, her throat, and he wrenched her chin up so he could suck the taut flesh there. He kissed her until it became a bruise, bright and red-tinged purple on her neck. There was a thrill in marking her.
She pushed her hips back and forth, rocking on his fingers until her body stiffened and she gushed against his palm. He eased from her and hurriedly adjusted her skirt. She sagged against him, her heart beating so that her clothing trembled with each pulse. He set her on her feet and stooped down to meet her hooded gaze. “You all right then?”
She blinked at him, a slow smile spreading across her mouth as she nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the fine linen handkerchief and wiped his fingers on it before tucking it away again. “I suppose we should get back to our walk.”
She shook her head, an emphatic “no”, and signed something to him, her fingers flashing fast before she got her wits about her and spoke instead. “Home. Take me home.”
Chapter Four
There was no doubt in Esau’s mind what he would do to her when they got there. While he would have liked to throw her over his shoulder and sprint back to her house, he guessed that would be frowned upon. So instead they eased back onto the path and strolled as though they were unaware that their clothes were disheveled, their faces flushed and his cock was hard as iron, held back only by the tight waist of his trousers. Once they left the little park, she walked faster and soon it was all he could do to keep up. He was glad she knew the way back, for he had forgotten it. All the blood had rushed uncomfortably to his cock, his brain focused entirely in the tip of it chaffing against the inside of his trousers.
At the door, the little rat-faced butler greeted them with a grumble, his wiry eyebrows raised. Honoria dragged Esau through the vestibule and into the parlor, where she slammed the big doors before launching herself into his arms. They tumbled to the floor, already breathless from the walk, panting by the time Esau shed his coat and Honoria pushed her drawers down. The fine linen tangled around her boots, and he ripped the garment in half with a growl, pushed her skirts up as he climbed between her legs. With her starched petticoats constricting her movement, he could barely prise her thighs apart, and in utter frustration he pulled her legs up high, hooked her knees over his shoulders and drove into her.
She muffled her shout with a fist to her
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