Page 64 of A Devilish Element
Jem felt thetick tickof her pulse beating against his tongue, the firmness of her nub as it swelled, growing tight and hot as his prick grew tighter and hotter too. He wanted this moment more than anything else right now. This explosion would see him through the dark days that were surely ahead. He gave her pearl another long suck, then licked the flat of his tongue against her opening before jabbing the tip between her swollen lips. The taste of her exploded more fully on his tongue.
Lord, he wanted so much more.
So very much more, but he’d content himself with this. His tongue inside her opening, the gasps, and rough noises of her pleasure playing like music for his ears alone. He’d take this offering and stow the moment away in his heart.
Delving deeper with his tongue he met resistance. She wasvirgo intacta.Hardly a shock, yet it brought home exactly the manner of fire he was playing with. God help him for the fool he was, but he wanted her.
“Don’t you want to put your prick in me?” Her cry was practically a siren’s call for him to do just that.
“Yes,” he gasped. “So much, but not here, not now, not like this.” When it happened—if it happened—he wanted it to be on terms they both fully understood and were happy with. He would not have her regret it afterwards. He would not have the memory of their first time together tarnished by the secrets he held. Truthfully, he wasn’t worthy. But still, he was taking what little he dared. Fucking her with his tongue, his arms curled around her thighs pulling her fast to his mouth, sealing them together so that when he felt the rush against his tongue and her cries sang out, he was right there with her until the very last pulse of it died.
She sagged with a cry, her fist pulled tight against her lips, as she slithered down his body to kiss him while his lips and chin were still covered in her dew. “I feel almost completely boneless, like I should just like to lie here for an age and hold you fast.” She lay against him as if to do precisely that. “Yet, part of me is still eager and desirous of more. I know how to make sure there are no unwanted surprises from us lying together, so you needn’t fear, if that’s what holds you back.”
He brushed the escaped wisps of her hair back from her face. Her eyes were shiny, alight with desire and love he didn’t deserve. “Bell is still next door.”
It was an unnecessary reminder. Ludlow would not disturb them. Likely enough the fellow had his eye to the keyhole, which was reason enough not to strip every inch of fabric from her and tumble her until they were both so exhausted that they could do nothing but fall asleep. However, it was also an acknowledgement that the world existed outside of these humble laboratory walls.
“But we surely cannot leave you so” —she traced a line along the length of his shaft— “risen.”
“I will not prick you now, Eliza.”
The fine row of her teeth dug into her lower lip. “Then, will you at least allow me to lie here beside you and watch you toss yourself off.”
He coughed out an ‘O’ of surprise, then lifted his head to better look at her tucked against his shoulder. “You want to watch me toss myself.”
She was all impish delight. “Aye. I do. Rather fiercely to be truthful. It’s something I’ve wondered over. I know it’s a thing that men do. Why even the smallest of boys seem to have a rapacious fondness for playing with their bits.”
“I prefer not to think of small boys, but you are not wrong. Big boys like playing with their cocks too.”
Impudent miss that she was, she reached down and tugged his shirt tails out of the way so that his erect prick was displayed in all its glory. “Show me.”
He laughed, though nevertheless cupped himself. “You want me to show you how I coax myself into spending, is that right, Miss Wakefield?” he asked, stroking up from the base to the tip. “Is this a serious study? Shall you take notes?”
She bopped him on the nose. “It most definitely is, Mr Whistler. I will restrict myself to observations and record my findings later. Will you shoot yourself in the eye, do you think?”
“With you here watching? Aye, I just might.”
Her gaze remained rapt upon him as he stroked, though it flitted between his hand and his face. Jem knew he’d pinkened around the cheeks over the scrutiny, but her presence coupled with her studious, yet excited expression kept him focused on the task. Did he draw it out a little, make a show of it for her? Well, of course he did. Who the hell wouldn’t? Linfield sometimes got it into his head to make Jem stand about in the altogether tossing himself, but that was about power not fascination. There was no love in that act, whereas now it was all about the connection.
“It’s coming,” he warned her, his breathing getting away from him so that his words became drawn out, the syllables stretched by the pleasure congregating at the base of his cock. She watched him come apart. And while he didn’t shoot himself in the eye, he did make a proper mess of his waistcoat.
Eliza provided him with her handkerchief, a large practical cotton square embroidered at the corner with her initial. As he made to mop himself off, she leaned over and kissed him. “Your eyes are so shiny right now, and so green at the centres. Thank you for showing me.”
“Did you like the display?”
She rolled over and hopped off the chaise, shaking out her skirts. Much of her hair had come loose from its pins. “I did. Rather a lot. I think I should like to see it again. Perhaps with you naked as a newborn.”
“Being naked as a newborn with you certainly appeals.” He straightened his clothing out as best he could, though he had to abandon the waistcoat. Then he went to check on the chemical equipment. It was still bubbling away merrily, though he suspected he had more than enough nitrous oxide now to send Linfield into a state of extreme theatricality. Perhaps that would even be a good thing. Not because it would enable him to fuck his wife, but because he might be rendered so indolent in his rapture as to forget to summon Jem to assist with the task.
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Eliza
The scream curdled Eliza’s thoughts. She knew at once from whose throat it had been torn. “Jane!”
She had barely righted her clothes before Bell streaked across the room without so much as an excuse me. Both she and Jem sprinted after him into the corridor. They caught up to him in the subterranean passage Eliza had heard the servants describe as the rat-run.
“Why have you slowed? Let me through.” Eliza made to elbow her way ahead, but Bell stayed her with a hand clasped about her upper arm.
