Page 62 of Intolerable
She reached for him, her hand cupping the bulge. “With your right or left? Or will you switch? I’m afraid I am only good with my right.”
“Dear God, Cassandra, you’re going to kill me. Please go,” he croaked.
“Are you sure?” She rubbed her palm against him, and his hips pitched forward.
“Yes,” he said tightly. “You need to get back.”
“I’ll go, but first you have to tell me what you’re going to do. You’d better be quick.”
“Fine.I’ll take my cock out.”
“Don’t you have to unbutton your fall first? You’re skipping steps, Ruark.” She began to loosen his buttons.
“Cassandra.You have to go. I am skipping steps because this is driving me to madness.”
She stood on her toes and kissed his jaw. “Tell me.”
“I’ll unbutton my fall, slip my cock from my smallclothes, and then I’ll stroke it. From base to tip. Over and over, moving faster as my need grew.”
“Just as you did with me.” She licked his neck then gently bit his earlobe. “I wish you’d let me help.”
“My God. You areintolerable. In the very best way. Yes, please, take it out.” He sucked in a breath. “It’s not as if this will take long,” he muttered.
She already had him unbuttoned—and had removed her gloves in the process—and it was easy to slide his cock free. She looked down, marveling at the rigid flesh cradled in her palm. “How firmly should I hold it?” she asked softly.
He put his hand over hers and showed her. “Now move.Hurry.”
Placing her other hand on his hip, she began to stroke him, slowly at first as she learned the shape and feel of him.
“Take some moisture from the end,” he ground out, his hips moving as she brought her hand to the tip.
Shockingly, there was wetness. Not much, but enough for her to dampen her fingers.
“Smooth that over the skin. It will help you—” He gasped for she was already doing it and had returned to caressing him. “Glide,” he finished before letting out a deep groan. “Faster, please.”
“Are you close?” she asked, loving the sensation of having the power to give him pleasure.
“Yes.Faster.”
She focused everything on him, moving her hand with rapid, fevered strokes. He tensed in her hand, and he pushed her away.
“I’m going to—” He turned from her and finished what she’d started as liquid spurted from him.
Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew a handkerchief which she hurriedly wrapped around his sex. He took it from her with a grateful grimace. “Thank you,” he bit out.
She pivoted, giving him some privacy while he tidied up. “Men are much messier, aren’t they?”
He laughed. “In all things.”
“I tend to agree.”
“Cassandra, that was the single most erotic event of my life. But now you really must go.”
She sighed. “I suppose, but it will be difficult. When will I see you next?”
“First, tell me about Glastonbury. How will you avoid his call?”
“As it happens, I am traveling to Richmond tomorrow for a ball and will stay overnight.”
