Pleasures of the Night by Heather Boyd
Chapter 14
Dear God, Eugenia was wondrously agreeable. She’d followed his instructions to the letter but also flipped up her skirts as she’d crawled onto her bed. He slipped his fingers through the moisture he found between her legs, discovering her more than ready for a good hard tupping.
Surprisingly, since he’d really only kissed her and pressed his cock against her bottom through her skirts. “Have you been thinking about me?”
“Yes. Every day. Every night you were gone. Every moment since I woke this morning.”
“I thought of you, too,” he promised. His hand had worked extra hard last night to make sleep possible, but today his cock had hardened at the first sight of her wicked smile of welcome at the door downstairs.
And here in her townhouse, without servants or family expected to interrupt, they had leave to be however they chose. Loud and urgent, uncaring of discovery, or sweet and quiet, tender. He had a feeling that there would be great freedom and even more blunt honesty than when he’d bedded her the first time. Before, they had been somewhat restrained by the fear of discovery and the uncertainty of their coming together. Today, that was not the case.
It was just the two of them inside an empty house, knowing exactly what they could do with each other.
He took a moment to tease her folds before he slowly pressed his fingers inside her body. Eugenia’s back arched, and a moan tumbled from her sweet lips. The sound made him harder still, and he set about to gently slide his fingers in and out of her heavenly hot sheath.
She was already on her hands and knees, and he pushed her slightly more forward, then bent down to kiss her nicely rounded arse. Her skin was peach rather than pale white. But the hair between her legs was dark and short, as if she trimmed it. While he stroked inside her with one hand, he explored all the folds and sensitive spots he could reach with the other.
He widened her stance and tipped up her hips even farther, allowing him a deeper penetration and more pleasure for her, he hoped. Eugenia’s quim was now completely visible to him. He kissed her sex, loved her with his mouth while she panted and moaned, clearly loving every moment of wickedness. He slipped his fingers in and out while he lapped at her folds with his tongue at every opportunity. But he couldn’t wait for when it was his cock taking her. The taste of her on his tongue made him want to be inside her soon.
“Thaddeus,” she gasped, clearly on the brink of her first orgasm.
He straightened, eased his fingers from her body to halt her climax and moved to fit closely behind her, wrapping an arm about her waist. “It’s all right. I’ve got you.”
“I’ve never imagined a man’s mouth and fingers could be so pleasurable together,” she gasped out. “If I had stayed like that, I might have come.”
“I have access to an extensive collection of erotic engravings for inspiration. That is but one way a daring couple might make love.”
“I want to see them. The engravings,” she whispered. “For inspiration.”
He chuckled. “If you like, I can bring them next time and leave them for you to peruse at your leisure. There are some that can be indulged in while alone, too.”
“Yes,” she nearly moaned.
Teddy fitted his cock between her legs but did not seek immediate entry to her quim. He brought her legs closer together, trapping himself between the heaven of her hot thighs. He thrust and withdrew, sliding through the wetness dripping from her quim. “I must warn you, some of the positions require a great deal of stamina and flexibility to maintain,” he admitted.
“I’m willing to try anything.”
Teddy parted her thighs again, ending the exquisite torture as his cock wept at the idea of what he could do with Eugenia next time they were alone together. “Anything I want, you say? You might not like it all.”
“I’m not about to fall to pieces if you push a dildo inside me, sir.”
He pressed a kiss to her spine, panting at the thought of seeing her come undone in that fashion. “Have you done it before? Had a dildo inside you?”
“No, but I have heard they can heighten a woman’s orgasm, and a man’s, too.”
He gulped, pushing down the image she’d painted. “Dildo’s, floggers, and anal plugs feature heavily in the erotic engravings, and I’ve found them all arousing. I’ll purchase a dildo especially for you tomorrow.”
“I’ve never found the nerve to venture to that sort of shop myself, so thank you. I’ll let you watch me pleasure myself with it,” she gasped, pressing back against his aching cock. “It’s only fair.”
Teddy hadn’t fully undressed already, but he ripped off his coat now as a flush of heat and excitement swept over his skin. The bold talk of pleasure toys and masturbation while he watched excited him unbearably. He discarded his waistcoat and then his cravat and shirt. He was burning up, desperate to have her, make her come, and never stop. He awkwardly removed his trousers and stockings until he was completely naked.
Eugenia peeked over her shoulder to look at him, and he flexed his arms so his muscles were revealed and waggled his hips so his stiff cock might appear to wave at her, too.
She moaned in response and sank low, leaving her bum in the air. “Heavenly.”
Teddy admired her pert bottom and then below that to her dripping quim, waiting for him. The urge to slide inside her was great, but the thought of wearing a sheath that would mute all sensation of her body again halted him from rushing the moment.
He teased his fingers into her depths. Eugenia immediately pressed back against him and started to rock, making love to his fingers with an urgency he admired. It wasn’t what he wanted. Wasn’t all he needed from her, though.
He craved to be inside her in the worst way with nothing between them but the proof of their mutual desire slicking her passage. He folded over her, pressing against her back. “You’re astonishingly liberated, my dear. Almost too much for a man who is trying to keep his head.”
She moved, stretching an arm under herself to grasp his cock. Pumping him a few times until he groaned. Then she placed his tip against her damp folds. “I am also highly aware of my reproductive cycle. In a few days, my menses will begin. Conception today is unlikely to occur.”
Teddy didn’t waste another moment to consider the truth of her claim but surged in till he could go no further. The warmth of her walls was incredible around his cock; almost as incredible as the desperate wail that burst from her lips.
He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her in place as he pumped hard and fast, seeking friction and more moans from her.
He was not gentle; he was not lenient in any way. He was a man desperate to have his woman cry out before he could do the same.
Eugenia’s climb toward her peak began slowly, her pants and cries escalating the harder and longer he fucked her. When she finally screamed out, he was unable to delay his own climax long enough to withdraw. He tumbled with her, rushing headlong toward bliss in a tangle of sweaty limbs and moans and mindless grunts. His seed filling her, mingling with her own juices.
In any other situation, with any other woman, he’d be slightly embarrassed by his urgency.
He collapsed over her, shocked, stunned…but elated.
Eugenia was unlike any other woman he’d ever made love to. So perfectly willing to do anything with him if it was wicked.
Aware he was likely crushing her, Teddy untangled them and tossed her aside on the mattress, where she lay sprawled. Soft, sated, and desirable. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaving as he lay down beside her on the bed.
“Eugenia,” he whispered. “Love.”
Her eyes opened slowly, her gaze unfocused, but then her smile slowly grew wider. “Can you do that to me again?”
He had to laugh at her question. He probably could. Certainly wanted to. He was bursting with energy, and even now his cock stirred, keen to join with her again soon. “I’ll do my best,” he promised, kissing the back of her hand.
Her gaze focused on his lips. She reached out to touch his mouth, and then her fingers swept down to rest upon his damp, heaving chest. “You are society’s greatest secret. Well known, but constantly full of surprises.”
Teddy laughed and slid strands of her dark, damp hair back from her face. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh, I have no intention of sharing what I alone have only just discovered.” She rose up to rest her head on her hand as she held his gaze. “I had no idea you were so naughty, sir.”
He shrugged. “It’s hardly something a man should advertise in polite circles. You seemed quite chaste on the surface but equally wicked of thought, I’ve been pleased to discover.”
She collapsed back onto her bed, wriggling until she was comfortable. “Hmm, yes. Some might consider it a curse in a lady.”
He reached out to trace around her breast, circling the nipple until it pebbled to a hard point under the material. “I think it one of your greatest unknown accomplishments.”
She stilled his hand and met his gaze. “You flatter me, but I only ever aim to please myself.”
He was sure she had. “You pleased me then without even trying.” He glanced down at his cock, which had grown surprisingly firm as they’d talked. “Better than you can possibly imagine.”
“I can imagine a lot with you between my legs,” she teased him, cupping his cheek and sat up to fling off her clothes. They landed every which way about the chamber. “You’ve a wicked tongue, and I look forward to being lashed with it again and again.” She must have noticed his face was warming up because she laughed. “Should I not say I enjoy a particular pleasure to the deliverer who brings such a powerful release?”
“You can tell me, but there will be consequences,” he warned, as he trapped her under him. There was nothing he liked better than a naked woman under him. “We were quite loud, and I wish you could always be so, but we will have to be careful if we indulge in sex in places other than here. The shriek such as you made when you came today would be noticed anywhere beyond these walls.”
“It’s your own fault I was so loud,” she teased, wrapping her legs about his hips. She rocked against his budding erection. “Your cock is quite delicious without that terrible condom distracting me.”
He was fascinated by her open honesty concerning matters of desire and bent his head to nuzzle her ear. Eugenia couldn’t seem to keep her hands still. Not that he was complaining. He liked that she enjoyed his body so well. Her kisses were moving slowly but determinedly lower down his throat. He eased up as she wriggled down the bed under him, kissing his chest, his nipples, his stomach, and the point of his hip. When he felt the brush of her fingers against his inner thigh, he rolled onto his back. But he had to ask, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Eugenia repositioned herself to kneel between his spread legs. “I want to taste you.”
But she didn’t at first put him in her mouth. Her fingers slid around him, testing his size, the texture of his balls, before she pumped his length. To have a woman he’d only just bedded so keen for a second round was unexpected, but who was he to stop Eugenia.
She leaned down to kiss his cock at the same time her fingers strummed over his balls.
He let out a shockingly desperate grunt.
Eugenia chuckled. “Someone isn’t entirely sated yet, I see.”
“I can hardly explain it,” he whispered. “It’s your fault.”
He curled upward to watch her descend toward his cock. He held his breath as she took him into her mouth and sucked while her skillful fingers worked to arouse him toward another complete erection. Hand and mouth slid over his cock and down his shaft in a rhythm that had his hips lifted in time. Hardening him to the point where joining with her again was all he could think about.
He pushed her onto her back, covered her completely with his body, and drove home once more.
“How have I lived without this for so long?” he whispered.
“How have I?”
“Never again. I’ll make sure you’re always satisfied,” he promised.
“As will I, sir.”
He put his back into it, driving steadily and surely toward their mutual second climaxes. Eugenia’s fingers digging into his back and backside, always guiding him deep and true and harder, too. This time he saw her expression as she climaxed a second time under him. He vowed there would be many more occasions like this between them. So free, so perfectly attuned in desire.
He rose up on his elbows, even as Eugenia wrapped her long legs about his hips and lifted her lower half up to stay close to him. He was going to come. He couldn’t stop himself. Again, he would tempt fate that she knew her imminent courses would prevent conception.
But even if there was still a risk, he wanted nothing more than to only ever have her this way.
He deliberately stilled himself, loving the way her body looked spread out before him like a feast. The rise and fall of her chest, the jiggle of her pretty breasts, and the sweat damping her brow. He toyed with her nipples a little and kissed one. Then the other, alternating and sucking on her nipples.
Eugenia’s hips rocked against him, trying to urge him to move again. But he was not yet ready. There were other desires he wanted to fulfill this day. “Put your fingers between us and join me in pleasure again. I want to feel you squeeze me as you come.”
She did as he asked, a sly smile in her eyes.
He positioned her so he could remain inside, feeling every clench of her inner walls, and see the brush of her fingers against her quim. He concentrated and flexed his cock inside her, teasing her with his length and size.
Her fingers quickened on her clitoris as her eyes fluttered shut. “Tell me about your engravings. What is your favorite?”
“My favorite is of a woman stretched out on a bed, her hands on her quim like this, with a cock and anal plug buried deep inside her.”
Eugenia whimpered, and her body clenched around him.
Teddy answered by pressing a little harder into her sex. “In the engraving, she’s wearing nothing but a smile like yours.”
Teddy flicked the tip of her pert nipple with his finger, but on her gasp, he caught her breast in one hand. He continued to squeeze her breast and flick her nipple with his thumb. He rolled the tight bud between thumb and forefinger and then pinched.
“Move,” Eugenia demanded, gasping. “I need you.”
He couldn’t have declined even if he wanted to. Knowing what she wanted from him drove Teddy wild, and he thrust into her as briskly as he could. As she climaxed, he couldn’t stop his seed from pouring out a second time, and he howled like a barbarian.
Eugenia twisted and bucked on his length as she shuddered and climaxed much longer than she’d ever done before with him. But everything must end, and she collapsed back on the bed a second time, panting and gasping. “Oh my. Oh hell,” she gasped out, struggling to breathe. “I never imagined…”
“Wicked indeed,” he said, satisfied beyond belief.
Teddy remained over her, his weight supported by his arms, his lips grazing her throat as their passion cooled and their breathing slowed.
Eugenia’s fingers danced down his side. “No lover I will ever have in the future could match this.”
“No,” he agreed. “You are without compare.”
Her fingers settled on his back, and she let out a weary sigh. “I think I will envy your next lover and wife and all the pleasure they’ll have from you. Jealousy is such an unpleasant character trait in anyone, especially so in myself.”
“Marriage is very far in my future.” They separated to lie on their backs side by side. He laughed softly and reached for her hand. “Don’t think I won’t be jealous of your future lover and his good fortune, either.”
“What should we do?”
“I suppose the sensible thing would be to marry each other and let everyone be jealous of our passion,” Teddy suggested—then his face heated with shock at his own words. Three delightful fucks were not the basis to begin any marriage.
Eugenia started to laugh. “Suggestions made in the heat of the moment and just after good sex are never wise, Thaddeus Berringer. I swear, I would never hold you to such a preposterous suggestion. Besides, you said you were not marrying until next season at the earliest, least of all to someone like me. I intend to hold you to that.”
Thank God. He tried to hide his relief, but given the way Eugenia still grinned, it meant she already knew he had immediately regretted his unthinking suggestion that they wed each other. He slid away from her, distancing himself further from his impulsive words. “Kind of you to release me from any obligation. I was only imagining the satisfaction of bedtime encounters with you and spoke without thought.”
“It would never be a duty with you for any woman,” she promised, then sat up in bed to look around. “I am suddenly starving.”
Their clothes were scattered about the room.
“Wait here a moment,” Teddy said quickly before she could rise and rushed out the door naked.
He retrieved the picnic basket he’d brought with him and presented it to her with a flourish and a deep bow. “I didn’t think you’d mind me bringing a little something to nibble upon, other than myself, of course.”
He came closer and spread out the contents between them on the bed. There was plenty to feed two hungry lovers. He’d even brought wine, since he wasn’t sure what remained in the cellar here, if anything. He offered her a piece of chicken to eat from his fingers.
“Hmm, just what I needed. Thank you.”
He repositioned to settle beside her and pulled a blanket around his hips, since there was a chill in the air. Not surprising since a fire hadn’t been lit here in some time.
Eugenia snuggled close, the bedding wrapped tight over her breasts now, and then glanced up at him. “Never worry that I’ll hold you to any promise, sir. This changed nothing for me. I am exactly where I want to be and need no commitment to welcome you back again.”
He hugged his lover close. At least his unthinking suggestion of them marrying and then a withdrawal from the proposal hadn’t soured her opinion of him. He fed her more portions of chicken from his fingers and offered cake, too, as the next hour ticked on.
And then Eugenia fell fast asleep in his arms. He listened and watched her as she rested, finding even that a pleasure. But…even if his proposal had been a mistake, and refused by her, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Surely a marriage to a lusty lady wouldn’t be all bad—especially not one whose hand even in sleep had slipped onto his thigh under the covers to arouse him.