Page 59 of Duchess Material

“No comment, darling. Lucy is… essential.”

Winston entered with his brother and Paul. George noticeably refused to acknowledge Winston, who claimed their short text conversation on the matter of Lucy was simple, sweet, and not-too-contentious. In the moment, all signs pointed to George being a petty asshole. The previously copasetic relationship between George and Lucy had given way to cooler feelings. George teetered between malaise and contempt.

“Well, should we all take a break? Settle into our new accommodations?” Natalie asked. “And then in a bit after the kid has had a lie down, I join you. Paul, do you and Kiersten care to come to town with us?”

“Nah.” Paul shook his head. “Kiersten is out at the stables. I doubt she’ll be back until it’s time to get ready for dinner.”

Winston agreed to go, saying nothing to George. They proceeded up to the guest rooms where they stayed. Lucy and Winston found themselves catty-corner from George and Patrick. Great. It was too close for comfort. At least they weren’t sharing walls.

Upon seeing the room, Winston said, “It’s not ideal.”

They stepped inside, Lucy closing the door. “Tony, he’s angry with you.”

“Oh, I’m aware. I swear he was fine—”

“Via text? Could you even tell his frame of mind?”

“No,” Winston winced.

“Well, there you are. Look, Winston, I love you so, so much but this is… it’s awkward as hell. I feel like I’ve put you and your family in some sort of—”

Lucy never finished the thought. Winston wrapped her up in a kiss for the ages. Her worries would have to wait. Her neuroticism faded as she kissed him deeply, passionately, and let him lead her over to the bed. It was a terrible idea. Given they’d not been able to get up to anything in the morning, she assumed he was finally warmed up enough to give it a go. Ever since they started down the track to couplehood and confessed their love for one another, the sex became white hot. Lucy craved it. They couldn’t keep their hands off one another. She wasn’t sure if this was a power play by Winston but did not care.

Lucy closed the world out as they continued to fool around in bed. Winston made no bones about what he was up to, sliding his hand down her yoga leggings and then her panties. It felt so good. Lucy decided to toss her panties and leggings off to give him more room to work. Winston seemed content to work at it. He was doing the thing she loved and hated. He would wind her up only to slow down. He wanted her to beg. It led to a miraculous climax, leaving her to feel she’d entered the gates of heaven.

Lucy choked out, “I feel… it feels. like I don’t know… too much?”

Winston laughed. “What?” He then went back to work all while kissing her neck.

“The spot you’re hitting,” Lucy whispered.

She felt great pleasure while simultaneously fearing she might pee. It was odd. His fingers continued to hit this lovely spot. It felt so different. Lucy was as curious as she was concerned. She had not felt like she was working on a full bladder at the onset of this.

“Relax,” Winston whispered, biting her earlobe.

It felt so good. Lucy gave herself over to the momentary pleasure and then the release. She felt her legs go weak. She felt her body recess into the mattress as she had the most spectacular orgasm. She let out an uncontrollable screech. Winston began to kiss her, trying to quiet her, as his fingers were still inside her. It was hot. Unfortunately, when he finally pulled away, she had other issues to deal with.

“Why am I… so wet?” she said. “Did I piss the bed?”

Winston answered, “You squirted. Have you never done that before?”

Lucy shook her head.

“It’s fine,” Winston said. “It’s hot. Unless it didn’t feel good…”

“No, it felt fucking fantastic. But… holy hell. I didn’t know I was capable. I thought that was the stuff of fairy tales and porn.”

“Fairy tales and porn is an excellent name for a band. But it is… possible.”

“You’re… gifted. And you should fuck me before I chicken out.”

He smiled at her lovingly. “At your service.”

Winston finally undressed and fumbled through his luggage for a condom. He came right back to bed, kissing her. They went at it like depraved, sex-starved people. Lucy was loving it, but the bed was creaky.

“Get on your side,” Winston said.

“What?”

---