Chapter 43 #2
“Last night, that was my skill. Things I’ve already learned.
” His voice hitched. “But there are things I learned I couldn’t use with my previous lovers.
Magic. Charms for pleasure, the sort of thing that can’t be explained by skill.
” Edmund knew quite a few of those, actually, by virtue of certain of Papa’s books.
Particularly Papa not commenting when a volume disappeared for a week or two from the shelves.
He’d used them on himself, though sparingly.
He knew how. But Edmund had no idea what Pen would think of them.
She went still for a moment, then nodded. “That. Show me.” Her voice went softer as she took a breath and let it out. “I’m glad of your skills. That this wasn’t fumbling. That you were—” Pen almost made it a question, then she didn’t. “You were set on my pleasure.”
“I was. Don’t worry, I also found mine.” Edmund considered. “I know a lot of charms. Sensations other than pure pleasure. Those are for some other day, if you want to explore them. But now, just warmth, and making things feel more.”
“I like more.” Her voice had gone breathy, and Edmund took that as his cue.
He called the magic to his fingers, both hands, and then he set to work touching her in all the ways he could.
Of course, one arm was under her body, but he could stroke and touch and cup with that.
The other wandered far more, and then he managed to get the magic to pool in his cock.
He heard her moan more loudly once he managed that, then rocked against her body, pressing himself snugly against her.
“There we are. Magic. All the goodness. Sweet and warm and glowing.” One day soon, he wanted to have her stretched out on the bed.
A day when she was brave enough to let him look and look, while he teased and touched and learned all the most delightful places on her body.
Now, though, it was all long, smooth touches, done purely by responding to her reactions.
He let his eyes close, floating in it as her sounds and his fingers tangled and built.
When he pushed inside her, finally, there was the loudness.
He’d meant to keep things slow and easy, a languid round, but hearing that, he couldn’t.
Edmund arched into her, as far as he could, given the position, then again.
His hand came down to cover where they were joined, centering the pleasure she was feeling.
He felt her clench around him, shivering in his arms, and he kept going.
Those shivers eased, but never quite stopped, tiny shudders now and again as she gave herself entirely over to what she was feeling.
There was no logic here, no puzzle, just experience.
After the second time she climaxed, he could feel himself wanting to burst and bubble over.
Faster and faster he went, burying his face against her shoulder, now babbling a little with it, and he wasn’t sure which language.
Not long after, he finally let himself explode inside her, his own climax overwhelming him and taking all the words away for a long time.
As he came back to himself, Edmund found his cheek against the back of her shoulder, his arm around her tight.
The magic was ebbing away now he’d lost focus.
She was soft in his arms, utterly relaxed.
They lay there for quite a while, he thought, before she took a breath. “Is— I should wash. But some food?”
Slowly, regretfully, he pulled away from her, blinking owlishly at the lights over the door, and the clock above them.
“No wonder. It’s past ten. Have a bath first. Plenty of hot water, no worries about running short.
Do you want to sneak away? I could manage that, if you want.
Or you could meet my parents.” He let out a little huff of breath.
“Well. Full house. Parents, Uncle Alexander, both my sisters.”
That got Pen shifting onto her back, peering up at him as he turned back to look at her. “Best begin as we mean to go on. If I can manage it without turning beet red and melting into a puddle.”
“The puddle was last night. And just now. No need to do it again just yet.” He got the tone right, the archness on the ‘just,’ that made her smile and relax again.
“I’ll write, make it clear you stayed the night, and we will see them for luncheon.
I’ll get one of the staff to bring up something to hold us until noon. A tray outside the door.”
“You think of everything.” Pen rubbed her nose. “A bath. Do you mind if I take a little?”
“No.” Edmund could tidy up in here. “I won’t need long.
” Pen slowly pushed herself upright as he watched for the little signs of some piece of last night that might have caused some ache.
She was moving differently, but not in a way that seemed bad.
She disappeared, taking her bag with her, into the bathroom hall.
He heard the water closet, then the running bath.
Once that door was closed, he made use of the water closet himself, then set to work dealing with the tasks of the day.
Mama wrote back near immediately that luncheon would be delightful.
By the time Pen re-emerged, perhaps half an hour later, Edmund had fruit and toast set out.
The bedroom was clean and fresh, and he was in a dressing gown, ready for his own bath.