Page 57 of The Love Potion
She cried out.
It wasn’t loud. Nothing more than a stifled mew. But what she lacked in volume, her body more than made up for. Every part of her reacted. Wave after wave with him riding her from behind. He wasn’t inside her, but he might as well have been for the pleasure it gave him. She was wild, and he held her tight through it all.
Every muffled cry. Every gasping breath. Every wave of her hips pulsing back against him.
Until it eased. Until her breath slowed, and she lay nearly limp in his arms.
“That was a quickening?” she gasped.
“Yes.”
“No wonder they don’t tell girls. We’d never stop trying for it.”
He smiled against her back. Lord, it was going to be impossible for him to stand up. Truthfully, he had no desire to leave this position, but she began to move. She pushed upright. He let her go and stepped back.
Oh my. He couldn’t be seen like this. He couldn’t even fully straighten up.
She turned with her breasts still out and her body still flush. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“My pleasure,” he returned.
Then she frowned. “Was it? I mean… I was told…” She bit her lip in embarrassment as she looked down at the thickness in his pants.
This was insane, but he wanted it so desperately. “Would you like to see it? Would you like to touch me?”
“Yes!” she whispered. “Can I do for you what…” She glanced sideways at the table.
“Yes. I would like that very much.”
And so he did what he had never done. At least not in the tack room like a stable hand. But she was here, and the scent of her perfume was thick in the air. Indeed, his hand was covered with it, and her breasts were still free.
He opened his clothing, undid his falls, and let his organ spring free. It was so hard and desperate.
“Do I touch it?” she asked. “Do I suck it?”
What images flooded his mind. “How do you know about that?” he asked.
“I went to My Lady’s Apothecary yesterday. They told me about it.”
She had asked in anticipation? Because she’d known he wouldn’t be able to resist her here? Not where there were so many private corners where they could play.
“Do you want to?”
In answer, she reached out for him. He let her explore him for a bit, then he taught her how to wrap his organ in her hand. He showed her the stroke he enjoyed and began to thrust in a steady rhythm. But this was difficult positioning. And there was so much he wanted to do with her. So before he exploded, he disentangled her.
“Did I do it wrong?” she asked.
“No. But there’s something else I’d like.”
“Yes?”
He arranged her then. Just as he had imagined her. He set her against the rack. He played with her breasts and saw the flush deepen in her skin. “You’re so voluptuous,” he said. “I want to look and look forever.”
“Voluptuous?” she said.
“Oh yes. Demure gown. Modest demeanor. But here with me…” He brushed her hair back. Then he kissed her deep. She melted just like before. And when he stepped back, she was a sight he’d never forget. “A vixen.”
With one hand, he kept fondling her breasts. With the other, he worked himself. It didn’t take long, but it held it back just to prolong his view. And while he tugged at her nipples, she began to undulate again. So ready, so soon!
