Page 105 of A Gentleman's Wager
She looked up at Vaughan through her eyelashes, right into the glittering depths of his eyes. “Show me how to please you.”
His smile grew wide and sly. “It’s simple enough.” He pressed her palm to his cock. “Stroke it. Play with it. Suck on it, slip it in your sheath. Any of those things will bring me off.”
“May I look on it?”
Amusement entwined with desire in his violet eyes as she unfastened his breeches. He did not move to prevent her. His cock reared proudly, smooth, and long, but curved like a sabre and plum at the tip. It pulsed beneath her touch, soft as velvet, and hard as a ferule.
“It’s nothing like it’s depicted in art.”
“That depends on the art.” His voice was a warm burr. “If you visited me at home, then I could show you such examples, but then, young ladies are not supposed to look upon such things. Although, heaven knows it might do them some good, it would at least give them one topic to converse upon that isn’t stiflingly dull.”
Louisa tilted her head, so that she could look up at him while also keeping half an eye on what she was accomplishing with her hand. Making a ring around his shaft and drawing that up and down was making him further thicken. “I’m sure you don’t really desire ladies to discuss male members as though they were hats.”
“You’re wrong. I’ve endured some extremely lengthy—indeed I cannot really call them discussions, for they were entirely one-sided meanderings—about hats. A little prick talk would definitely have enlivened those times.”
“You’re wicked.”
“Grip me harder. It doesn’t bite.”
“You’re right. I can’t see any teeth.”
He laughed genuinely delighted. “You know, I do believe I’m growing rather fond of you.”
“That’s only because I’m stroking your prick.” She blushed crimson immediately and slapped both hands over her mouth.
“Yes, I’m definitely becoming enamoured.” He snatched up her hand again, and this time led her to the bed, climbing into the centre of it first, then bidding her to straddle his thighs. “Take off your dress.”
“It fastens at—” she twisted, trying to reach. Vaughan sat and dealt with the buttons. It fell in a pool around them. He unlaced her stays too, casting them aside before returning to tug on the ribbons of her chemise.
Louisa bit her lip as he pulled it off her shoulders. It took all of her mettle to stop herself from covering what he revealed.
Vaughan rose to meet her. He nuzzled into the valley between her breasts, then lavished kisses upon one then the other, while he used his hands to massage and mould them. He scissored his fingers around her nipples, then sucked them into points, making her groan.
“Do you like that?” He smiled, baring his teeth. “Is it a revelation to discover how readily you respond to my touch?”
“You’re a known rake, I should hope you’ve some charms about you.”
He smiled, baring his teeth. “See now, the pussy has some claws.”
She raked her nails across his back, making him laugh.
“Go easy there, kitten, you don’t want to get me over excited.”
“By scratching you?”
“Oh, Louisa,” he nipped at her flesh. “You’ve so much to learn. Shall we see if you’re ready for what comes next?”
“What comes next?”
He squeezed his hand over the top of hers where it was still wrapped around his cock. Then pushed the tips of two fingers between the lips of her quim and into her, making her squeak. “Ah, I did wonder if the good Captain hadn’t already taken the prize, but it seems not. Stillvirgo intacta. That does make things more interesting.” He withdrew his finger and lodged the head of his cock where they had been.
“That feels so strange. I don’t know that you’ll fit.” She felt his smile against her skin.
“I’ll fit, but you’re bloody tight. This is probably going to hurt. No, don’t tense.”
Surely it wasn’t supposed to be painful. Nothing he had done so far had caused physical distress, only multiple blooms of embarrassment.
“There’s a barrier inside of you that needs breaking.” He grasped tight her hips and thrust up as he tugged her down. Something inside of her tore. Louisa keened as he plunged deep, the shock of his penetration burning through her. Vaughan held her in a fast embrace until the surprise of it faded. Only then did he move and encourage her to do the same. “Tilt your hips, ride me so that your nubbin feels my prick.”
