Page 112 of Love ad Lib
‘No. Do you?’
She shook her head. ‘This situation was not exactly on my radar.’
He huffed. ‘Nor mine.’
She stroked his thickness, and he took another sharp breath.
‘Well, Henry. Until Foxbrooke Pharmacy opens tomorrow morning, we’re going to have to think of another way to relieve your affliction.’
‘Affliction?’
She gave his cock a tug. ‘You do appear to be in some discomfort. I think I need to take a closer look.’ Libby sat and rolled Henry onto his back. She’d always dreamed of undoing a man’s Regency trousers, but didn’t quite know how it all worked, so decided to simply undo as many buttons as she found. Underneath, he was wearing boxers, the front damp from precum. She pulled out his shaft and stared.
If Henry was beautiful, then his cock was spectacular. She was suddenly shy, not knowing how to approach such a beast.
‘What do you want?’ he asked, his voice low and scratchy.
She swallowed. ‘I want you to show me how you like to be touched.’
He sat up, his face inches from hers as he gripped the base of his cock and tugged upwards. His gaze was on her, but she stared at his hand, her arousal building again as she imagined him burying himself inside her.
Her breath quickened with his as she watched him spread the slickness of his precum over the swollen head, then stroke again from base to tip. His hand moved faster, twisting up the length.
‘Libby,’ he whispered. ‘Will you touch me?’
Shaking, she replaced his hand with hers and copied the movements she’d seen him make.
‘Tighter,’ he gasped. ‘Harder.’
She did and he groaned, his forehead touching hers.
‘Oh god, Libby. Yes, just like that. Oh god.’
His trembling lips sought hers and he kissed her with a desperate, blistering intensity. As she stroked, his hand found her breast and he thumbed her nipple.
She could feel how close he was, his body stiff and starting to shake, his breath ragged and uneven. She moved her hand faster, giving more attention to the head as his mouth broke from hers, his jaw clenched, his breath hissing in and out.
‘Christ! Libby!’ His climax cracked him open with a cry, his body shuddering as his release spilled out.
She continued stroking, pulling out his pleasure as he shook, whispering her name over and over like an invocation.
Then he kissed her again, his emotions pouring into her with such feeling that her heart wanted to weep. How lucky was she to have experienced this man in this way?
He pulled back, staring at the mess all over his costume.
‘Ah.’
Libby snorted with laughter and wiped her hands on his trousers. ‘These are going to need a bit of a wash before Estelle returns them.’
‘I, ahem, got a little carried away.’
She kissed him. ‘We both did. And it was unbelievable.’
‘That it was,’ he replied softly. ‘You’re something else, Libby Fletcher. I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.’
‘And I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Henry Foxbrooke.’
He looked suddenly unsure. ‘Libby, would you be okay if we didn’t have the pillow wall between us tonight, and, er, maybe I could perhaps get under the covers with you?’
