Page 35 of Indecent
“Yes.” She arched up, seeking his entry.
He slid into her slowly, his thumb on her clitoris in insistent, swirling strokes. Pleasure flowed through her only to be abruptly quashed by discomfort. She sucked in a breath and held it.
He paused, freezing above her. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “It won’t feel like this for long, will it?”
“I don’t know.”
Hearing the distress in his voice, she pulled his head down and kissed him. “Keep going,” she whispered. “I want you. I want this.”
He pushed forward, and she stretched. He straightened over her and used his fingers on her clitoris, reminding her of the pleasure that had been there just a moment ago. Her body began to tingle anew with anticipation. Seeming to understand this, as if he knew her body so well already, he lowered his head to her breast and suckled her. With lips and teeth and tongue, he sent her barreling into the frenzied state where she lost pieces of herself only to find others she didn’t know she had.
His hips twitched against hers, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“Yes, Pru. I need to move. May I move?”
She thought she understood. “Show me.”
Again, he went slowly, but she sensed it was difficult. His body shook, and his muscles were taut as she ran her hands down his shoulders and back. “You can go faster,” she said.
“I wasn’t sure I dared. Does it hurt?”
“Not really. It’s better than it was. When you come back inside, it feels good.”
His hips snapped as he drove into her. “Like that?”
Deep inside, there was a flash of pleasure. She tightened her legs around him. “Yes, just like that.”
He began to move faster, his body thrusting into hers at a steady pace. The discomfort faded entirely until she doubted she’d even felt it at all. There was just rapture and anticipation, her body clamoring for that sweet release.
His hand worked between them, drawing her closer to the finish. “Come again for me, Pru. Please.”
“You come,” she demanded, sensing it might not be so easy for her this time. “I already did.”
He laughed, and she pulled his head down to kiss him, her fingers digging into his nape. She dug her feet into his backside, and he moaned.
Then he let loose a torrent of nonsensical words before he cried out her name and drove deep into her. Apparently, she could come again, because the world broke apart once more, not quite as spectacularly as the first time, but just as wonderfully. Sharing it with him, being joined with him…she would remember this night always—just as he’d said.
But he was suddenly gone from her. She opened her eyes to see he’d pivoted away. On his knees, he held his cock as liquid spurted from the tip. She watched, entranced. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer for a long moment. “Finishing,” he rasped. Then it was another long moment before he climbed from the bed and went to the washbasin, where he found a cloth and cleaned himself off. He rinsed the cloth and returned to the bed to tidy her.
“Is this part of the act?” She found it hard to believe that most men would be so caring.
“Probably not.” He gave her a half smile as he finished and returned the cloth to the basin. “To fully answer your question, I finished outside your body to prevent a child.”
“Oh!” She hadn’t considered that, but then she’d been woefully unprepared for any of this. Because she’d never expected it. She resolved to read everything she could about the subject when she returned to London. Fiona had a book, if she remembered correctly.
Prudence yawned and brought her hand to her mouth. “Pardon me.”
He smiled at her. “Let’s sleep.” Sliding back into the bed, he gathered her in his arms.
She tucked her head beneath his chin, feeling safer and more content than perhaps ever before. “I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“It was wonderful.” She tipped her head back and looked up into his eyes. “Thank you.”
