Page 14 of How To Seduce A Wife

She couldn’t help but stare as he shoved down his pantaloons and smallclothes to reveal his swollen cock. Had she ever seen it before, like this, erect and in the candlelight? If so, she had probably shut her eyes, but now she was intrigued. His shaft was thick with a swollen purplish crown that was wet. She leaned toward him as she smelled the salty tang of his seed. That at least was familiar.

Nicholas wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and sighed. “Don’t look if you don’t want to, I’m not trying to shock you, I just need...” He started to move his hand, the motion jerky and abrupt, violent almost. She moved closer. He studied her through narrowed eyes. “Either help me or move back; at this point I care not.”

He sounded quite desperate, as desperate as she had felt just before he’d made her world fly apart. She added her fingers to his, flinched at the heat of his flesh, the hardness beneath the softness, the way his skin moved over the whole. He groaned and guided her into a fast rhythm, his hips joining into the thrust and pull of their fingers, his mouth tightening, his eyes closing.

With a hoarse cry, he grabbed her other hand and placed it palm down over the top of his shaft. Louisa held still as she felt the hot wetness of his seed cover and overflow her fingers. It took several moments before Nicholas collapsed back onto the seat and covered his eyes. He was breathing hard as if he’d been in a race.

Experimentally, she moved her hands, felt his now diminished shaft twitch beneath her questing fingers, and the thickness of his seed drip through her fingers.

“Take this.” He gave her his handkerchief and she carefully wiped her fingers and then patted helpfully at his groin where the black curls were now as wet as her own. As she worked, his shaft jerked against her hand and she paused to observe it.

Nicholas gave a short laugh. “He wants more, I think, so don’t tempt him with your clever hands.”

“More? Didn’t we just...” Louisa didn’t know quite where to look, at his expanding shaft or into his eyes, both seemed equally dangerous.

“I’ve always been quick to recover.”

Which was probably why he’d been so popular with the ladies of theton. Louisa handed him back his handkerchief and wrapped her arms around her raised knees. Is that what he’d resorted to doing after visiting her bed? Used his own hands to pleasure himself while she slept on in blissful ignorance of the pleasure she might’ve been having?

He sighed. “What’s wrong, Louisa? Have I shocked you immeasurably?”

She managed to smile. “No, it was all... quite fascinating. I didn’t know...” She stopped speaking and simply gazed into his eyes. Who had been hurt most? Her for being so ignorant, or him for depriving them both of such pleasure? She wasn’t sure, didn’t even want to think about all their wasted opportunities at that point. One thing she did know was that she was never going back, that she would embrace her newfound knowledge and not be ashamed.

“I’m glad I gave you pleasure,” she whispered.

He surprised her by lifting her into his arms and walking her across to her bed. He pulled back the covers and deposited her in the middle. For one wild second he hesitated, and she hoped he’d get in with her, but he drew back and rebuttoned his pantaloons. “Thank you for allowing me to share your joy.”

Louisa clutched at the covers and suddenly felt awkward. What exactly did you say to a man who had made you lose all sense of propriety and scream his name, even if he was your husband? “I wouldn’t have known it existed without you.”

His smile was warm as he patted her knee. “Better than a book?”

She swallowed hard. She’d forgotten that she was a challenge, that he had something to prove, and that he was determined to seduce her. “Messier.”

He chuckled and kissed her mouth. “Thank goodness. If you can still joke with me—I didn’t shock you too badly. Go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. I believe we have a ball to attend at my sister’s tomorrow evening.”

His ability to return to making casual conversation after he’d simply shattered her world was breathtaking—but then the experience hadn’t exactly been new to him, had it? She struggled to keep smiling. “Indeed we do. Good night.”

He blew her a kiss as he walked away, his coat and waistcoat slung over his arm. She managed to keep the smile on her face until he gently shut the door, before she sank down into the pillows and pulled the covers over her head. Her body was still tingling from the attentions of his hands and mouth, her nipples hard. Her hand drifted down to her sex, and she found she was still wet, still wanting. She imagined a naked Nicholas leaning over her as he slid his thick length deep inside her... Whatever he thought of her, she knew it would happen again, and that it would always be different, because her body finally understood what it had been created for—to accept a man. Perhaps her mother had been right about that after all...

With a sigh, Louisa curled onto her side and stared into the darkness. Nicholas was probably already asleep without a care in the world, one step closer to achieving his aim of proving himself better than any fictional pirate could ever be. Hadn’t he known that anyway, and if not, why? Had she been so concerned about not asking him for everything, of not bothering him that she’d neglected to ask if there was any possibility that he might come to love her?

CHAPTER FIVE

Louisa smiled nervously at Nicholas as she sat opposite him in the carriage on the way to the ball. He was dressed in a black coat, gray waistcoat, and white pantaloons. His cravat sported a black onyx pin that caught the feeble light inside the comfortable carriage. He appeared relaxed, one arm braced on the back of the seat, his feet touching hers.

“You look very nice, my dear.”

She glanced down at the deep rose of her low bodice and instinctively sucked in her stomach. “Do you think so? April assured me that this color was not only fashionable but that it suited me as well.”

He studied her for a long while, almost as if he hadn’t ever really looked at her before. It was quite disconcerting, especially as he had recently lavished his attention on parts of her that no other human being had viewed since she was a small child. “April was right. The color is perfect on you.” He winked. “It’s strange that someone who has such appalling taste in decorating has such immaculate style, don’t you think?”

Louisa couldn’t help but smile back at him. “April has been very kind to me.”

“I should imagine she’s simply glad I’ve finally settled down and stopped creating gossip for theton.”

“Were you really that bad?”

His smile died. “When I was younger, yes. I blush to remember some of my more foolish exploits, but luckily I grew up and became far more discriminating in my choices.”

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