Page 34 of Loving a Dowager
Tugging on his hand, she led him to her chambers. With each step her pulse increased from both excitement and apprehension.
Chapter Nineteen
Stepping out of the dark, Walter released Henrietta’s hand and blinked to clear his vision. He made his way to the fireplace and rested his forearm against the mantel. The fire was already ablaze, as were his insides after Henrietta’s lush body rubbed against his multiple times during their trek to her chambers. He took deep, calming breaths as she pattered about the room. Henrietta’s eager responses to his kisses earlier left him no doubt she was a willing participant, but lingering concerns over the possible ramifications had him second guessing his every action.
Henrietta’s spacious receiving room was quiet. He peered about, but she was nowhere in sight. “Henrietta, dear, where are you?”
“I’m in my dressing chambers.” Her voice came from another connecting room.
Walter ventured into the next room that was furnished with only a petite writing desk and chair. The back wall was lined with bookshelves and an impressive collection of volumes. Archbroke’s residence appeared modest in size from the street front, but the house and the extended quarters were both more than adequately sized. Knowing of PORFs and their existence had been an easy secret to maintain from afar, but being amongst them and in close contact was entirely a different matter. Moving in the direction of Henrietta’s voice, he entered her bedchambers. A maid scurried past, pretending not to notice his presence, and quietly left through the door to the main hallway.
Henrietta emerged garbed in a pretty pink silk dressing gown with a sash tied at the waist. “I see you found me.” She marched up to him and took his hand in hers.
Leading him like she had when they were youths, Henrietta drew him closer to the bed. Her solid grip on him unraveled the nervous knots in his stomach. She hopped onto the bed and knelt before him. “May I?” She fiddled with a button at his falls.
Dry mouthed, all he could do was nod. Henrietta grinned and made quick work of assisting him to strip out of his clothes. He bent to slip his feet out of his breeches and discard his stockings. When he straightened, he found Henrietta sitting in the middle of the bed no longer wrapped in a robe. The thin material of her chemise stretched taut over her generous bosom sent all the blood in his body rushing below his navel.
“I shan’t let you leave this time.” Henrietta pulled back the linens. “At least not until we have both found our pleasure.”
He crawled up on to the bed and slid in next to her. “I found it both satisfying and fulfilling to see you come undone,” Walter admitted.
She pressed her warm body closer. “Make no mistake, Walter Weathersbee, Iwillkeep you abed until we are both fully sated.” Henrietta’s eyes momentarily dropped below his waistline. Eyes full of excitement returned to his own. “Even if it takes all night and all morn. Am I clear?”
“Aye, I fully understand your meaning.”
Henrietta shifted, aligning her body with his and instantly smothering him. He was in heaven. Her eagerness had every cell in his body sparking to life. Some men might prefer a passive woman; however, Walter favored women who were bold and daring both in and out of the bed chamber. Henrietta didn’t disappoint. She raked her fingernails through his hair and over his scalp as she took his lips in a searing and unrelenting kiss. Her tongue darted out and collided with his. Now,thiswas kissing and what he had waited so long for.
Gathering the material of her sheer nightgown at her hips, he rolled so they were both on their sides. Henrietta’s kisses intoxicated him. He would be content to have her lips on his all eve, but her deep throated moans and the restlessness of her hips indicated she wanted more. His heart soared. Henrietta desired him.
Her hardened nipples pressed against his chest until he was on his back once more. Willing to submit, Walter took pleasure at the heightened color of Henrietta’s cheeks as she straddled him, her plump bottom pressing against his erect manhood. She ran her hands down his arms and brought his hands up to cup her delightfully full breasts. Heart racing, he rubbed his thumbs over her tender flesh. He was a quick study, and having learned from his previous attentions, he knew she was partial to both the feel of his tongue on the underside of her breasts and the light grazing of his fingernails along her sides. Her body responded to varying pressured touches rather than nipple stimulation. He wanted to learn every pleasure zone upon Henrietta’s lush body. He would not be satisfied until he identified all her preferences. But tonight, it was obvious she was intent on learning his body. She pulled her shift over her head and haphazardly dropped it to the floor. Shimmying lower, Henrietta bent and aligned her lips over his right nipple. Her tongue darted over her lips as if she were about to experience a taste of her favorite treat. Walter rested his head back and closed his eyes. Her warm breath teased him first, then the tip of her tongue circled his hard nipple. A groan of pleasure escaped him before she flicked the sensitive bud and his hips bucked at the stimulation. He couldn’t stand it a moment longer—he wanted her to ride him, but when he opened his eyes, she was trailing her lips across his chest.
Henrietta peered up through her lashes at him. “I fully submitted to your slow and methodical provocation the other eve without protest, and you shall grant me the same courtesy.”
He’d never deny her a wish. He blinked twice, their old childhood code for yes. She pursed her lips and sent a light flow of air over his sensitive skin. The glint of happiness in Henrietta’s gaze was irresistible. He’d succumb to her every wish and demand.
Done teasing his nipple, she began torturing him by skimming light kisses along his neck. His cock was hard and bumped against her soft ass. She straightened at the light tap, rose to her knees, and scooted back until she hovered over him. Taking him in her hand, she ran the tip of him along her wet, ready slit and then over the nub of flesh that he’d rubbed over and over with his thumb the other eve to bring her to ecstasy. The sensitive skin brushing over hers sent shock waves through him all the way to his curled toes.
Her hand tightly wrapped around his manhood as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Ready?”
He blinked twice again and was rewarded with the feel of her sheathing him. To say he was jubilant would be an understatement. His fingers dug into her hips, urging Henrietta to move. She began to rock back and forth along his shaft from base to tip and back again. It was near torture to indulge her wish for control. Palms flattened against his chest, Henrietta raised herself into a sitting position, raking her fingertips over each rib. He wanted her to continue touching him but she rested her hands upon her thighs. She raised up on her knees and then sank back down, taking every inch of his cock inside her and intensifying the friction with small circular motions. Exerting what little control he had left, Walter refrained from bucking and pumping into her until he spilled his seed. She reached behind her, sliding one hand down to cup his balls. The added stimulation sent him over the edge. He dug his fingers into her hips and plunged into her. Each hard thrust extracted a pleasured moan from Henrietta. He continued until she collapsed on top of him, spent.
Lifting her forehead off his chest, Henrietta narrowed her gaze at him and then reached between them. Her fingers brushed against his slick, engorged manhood. “You are still…how are you…?” Her eyebrows rose in question.
He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, praying she wouldn’t press him for an answer. There was no explanation except for that now he was fully engulfed by her, his body was reluctant for the experience to end. His blood still pumped in eager anticipation.
Henrietta rocked her hips and grinned at him. “Again?”
“Aye, but this time, I shall do all the work.” He rolled her onto her back and trailed kisses along her collar bone before mimicking her earlier moves, flicking his tongue over her nipple.
Walter slipped his hand between her legs and pressed the heel of his palm against her core. He needed to know if she was as close to finding her release again as he was. When she moaned and ground against him, he was prepared. He slid two fingers into her and tapped his thumb over her sensitive nub.
She tugged on his hair. “Walter. I want you.”
It wasn’t the three words he longed to hear her say. She hadn’t said them in return when he had uttered them earlier, but it was a step closer. He settled himself between her legs and entered her. He slipped a hand under one of her knees and raised her leg until her thigh touched her chest, allowing him to deeper access. Fully seated in her, he rotated his hips.
She grabbed him by the shoulders. “Walter, stop torturing me.”
Withholding his own release was torture for him too. She lifted her hips to meet his and he increased the tempo until she called out his name. For a second time, he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her and he spilled his seed deep inside the woman he loved.
