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.To his tongue, his heat, and his questing mouth.Such pleasure I had not often experienced and never before from a partner so fully intent on only my satisfaction.I gasped, utterly unable to draw breath as he licked around my opening, leaving biting kisses on my buttocks and returning to rasp his tongue over me again.I could not control my hips, the sensation was far too intense, the heat more full than ever before.I began to fear I would spill too soon, fire trying to force its way out of my shaft."Christopher," I gasped, forcing air into my lungs."Pet.oh, Christ.More, God, give me more."And Truitt, always obedient, always quick to please me, did.I thrashed on the bed as his tongue entered me, my hips jerking as I tried to push into his fist and back onto his tongue at the same time.Wet heat, soft and firm at the same time, the gentle rasp of his teeth on my most tender flesh.it was far too much and I could not get enough."More," I begged."More, more, more."He fucked me with his tongue, his hand pulling at my prick, and my entire body began to tingle, right from my feet.I could feel the heat through my body, I felt every drop of sweat as it formed and beaded on my skin, and I pushed every breath out as if it were my last.When I thought I would surely die if the pressure grew any further, Truitt pushed his tongue deeper, squeezed harder, and I screamed."Oh, God," I cried out."I'm going to—Oh, God!" My prick throbbed and jerked against his palm as I spent, great jets of seed landing on my chest, my chin, my shoulders.I trembled and shook like a newborn colt, complete control of my reactions gone.Truitt, my dear pet, stroked my shaft until it had stopped, then pulled me into his arms and kissed my face as I rode the last effects of my orgasm.It was minutes later before I came to my senses enough to kiss him and reach for his erection.He accepted the kisses and met them with his own affection, but he stayed my hand."I fear I've made a mess of your sheets, Ned," he said shyly.It took the admission and the dampness of his thighs for me to realise that my own satiated and sleepy kisses were returned with the same; his affection was tempered as mine was, with satisfaction and release."Sleep, my pet," I whispered."I will plan something special for you, to thank you for this night."Truitt did not reply, save for another kiss, but his arms tightened around me momentarily and then he drew the sheets up and over us, warming the bed in the dark of the rain.Chapter TwentyGriffith woke me by pulling the drapery open and announcing, "The rain has stopped, sir.Breakfast is laid out in the morning room rather than the drawing room, as you requested.The gentlemen are there already."I blinked rather blearily and sat up in bed, looking to the windows.The rain had indeed ceased for the moment, but the sky was dark and foreboding."Is it cold?" I asked, rubbing a hand over my chest as Griffith brought clothes from my dressing room."Not particularly, sir.I believe that you may be able to take your party riding this morning, although shooting may not be possible in the afternoon.Would you like luncheon later in the day? I believe that dinner is to be late this evening, as you had discussed with Mrs.Banks."I nodded slowly, making my way to the dressing room to wash."Luncheon at three, I think, dinner at nine-thirty.When we are done here please go ask Cook to arrange something light for about noon.Oh, and I need fresh linens."Griffith snorted."As does half the house, sir."I stopped, one hand reaching for the flannel and water basin, and turned to look at him."Oh? Do tell."Griffith shrugged and picked up my fresh shirt, shaking out imaginary wrinkles."Fresh linen is needed by Mr.Kirkland for Lord Robert, and by Mr.Haight for Sir Patrick.It appears that Mr.Lynch did not stay in his bed at all, following his man in this morning by a few seconds.Mr.Truitt apparently slept as the dead or was in his own bed for less than an hour, according to his man." At this, he shot me a knowing look that was very near a smirk, and then he added, looking at my clothes, "Matheson says that the Viscount was stammering and blushing this morning, unable to look him in the eye [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]