Chapter Five #2
“Deflowering virgins and bedeviling widows?” He snorted when she giggled again. “I haven’t been that for the past few weeks.” Which was odd, but then, he had been suffering from ennui. “The last time I was, we, ah, well we didn’t do the deed. She merely serviced my, uh…”
God, how embarrassing.
“Do hush, Nathaniel. You’re making it worse.” A faint blush stained her cheeks. “Did you whisk her off to a shadowy corner somewhere?”
“Uh…” He tugged at his suddenly too tight cravat with his free hand. “Not exactly. She, uh, led me out of the house and into the square beyond the rear garden.”
“Quite bold.”
“It was, considering she couldn’t have been more than two and twenty, and in the end, she only wished for the title. No doubt wanted to bring me up to scratch by crying scandal.” Had she tried the same with someone else?
“Hmph.”
Silence brewed between them as they walked deeper into the park, far off the bridle path, and into the trees near a hedgerow. The spring greenery was nearly fully grown in while leaves were bursting on the tree branches. New grass cushioned their footfalls.
“Where are we going?”
“Never say you’ve explored the park beyond the paths?”
“Rarely.”
“Then here is an opportunity to expand your horizons,” she said on the heels of a laugh. “I’m taking you to one of my favorite spots.”
How intriguing, but she had been that since they’d first met. “Oh?”
She nodded. “I used to come here when I was at low points in my marriage. It felt safe and secure. Sometimes I would bring a tattered blanket out on the grass and sit with a book.” The hand resting on his arm trembled.
“I’m glad it’s still relatively unmolested.
I haven’t been in London for a few years. There was simply no point in it.”
“You didn’t wish to visit friends or family?”
“To be honest, after what I’d gone through with Atterbury and making sure the children reached adulthood the best they could, I was tired, and perhaps embarrassed. I didn’t want to face anyone I knew if I could help it.”
How interesting. “I can understand that, and it irks me that Atterbury put you into that position.” Then another thought occurred to him. “Do your children know?”
“I waited until after he died before I revealed anything of that nature, for I didn’t want their views of their father destroyed or twisted.”
Which meant they probably suspected. He nodded but kept his own counsel as they reached a small clearing that was halfway ringed with evergreens.
A pond waited nearby with a handful of ducks floating about the surface.
There was a fallen tree that probably served as a seat where she used for reflection. Truly, it was a quaint area.
“I can see why you like it there. It’s peaceful and quiet.”
She nodded. “It’s better than the country at times.” Then Diana tugged him into the trees. Once she’d positioned him in front of that stand, she further surprised him by dropping to her knees after moving her skirting out of the way so it wouldn’t stain. Only then did she reach for his front falls.
“What the hell?” When he attempted to back away, she held onto the waist of his breeches. “What are you doing?”
Her eyes glittered as she glanced upward and met his gaze. “I’m returning the favor from yesterday.”
Another wave of shock slammed into him even as anticipation twisted down his spine. “To see how I find your skills?”
A giggle was his reward, and he thought he might be a happy man if he could hear that sound for the rest of his life. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?” she said with a cheeky grin curving her highly kissable lips.
“Are you one of those wicked widows, then?” God, how lovely would that be?
“We shall discover that together, hmm?” As she spoke, she manipulated the buttons of his front falls, and when his semi-hard length tumbled out, he shivered as the cool, spring air wafted over his flesh.
She tsked her tongue. “You are far too tense, Nathaniel. Let me help with that.” Before he could protest, she began to tease and caress her fingers along his shaft, encouraging that appendage to grow into a full erection.
“You make me want to throw every caution to the wind,” she said in a whisper while she worked.
“Then don’t stop.” When he reached for her with a wink, she batted his hand away.
“Oh, I don’t plan to until you are well and truly sated.” With a tiny grin, she continued to manipulate his shaft. Slowly, it hardened and elongated.
A grunt sailed from his throat even as excitement twisted up his spine. “Why, Lady Diana, how scandalous.” The fact anyone might come upon them at any moment added a delicious intensity to the imminent act.
“After not being able to act as I wished with Atterbury, I am reveling in the freedom now.” She frowned but kept her concentration on his thickening member. “When I met you, it was as if you put a match to dry tinder.”
With her fingers wrapped lightly around his shaft, he tried to remain still, but it was quite difficult, for her touch set fire to his blood. “I very much wish to rouse Atterbury from the dead merely for the joy of killing him myself for how he treated you.” Where had such a sentiment come from?
“That is sweet, but I’m quite content having him beneath the ground.”
As his aroused member grew, he widened his stance so she would have more room to work. “Knowing a woman enjoys a coupling is one of the greatest compliments of the act, and if a man can send her flying, even more so.”
“I agree, and now I intend to explore… everything.” Diana caressed her fingers up and down the inside of his splayed thighs.
Shivers chased themselves over his skin. If someone were to accidentally ride by or walk over and discover them thusly, there would be hell to pay, but there was nothing for it, and he couldn’t wait to see what she would do next.
“I haven’t bid you nay.” The answer was a tad breathless, for she’d begun to caress the underside of his shaft.
“Then let’s start.” She sent him a wink before she settled into her task.
Bemused, he stared down at her, and wanting to see her face, he tugged on the satin ribbons beneath her chin.
When the bonnet tumbled to the soft grass with a dull thud, he grinned.
“Much better. I want to see what you’re doing to me.
” For watching was part of the act, and already, he was randy as hell.
“Cheeky.”
“Hmph.” The more she handled his equipage, the tighter and longer his length grew. “God…” It wasn’t like him to want to spend before things reached their peak.
Diana curled her fingers around him; his girth fit well in her palm.
As she experimented with various degrees of pressure, moans escaped him.
There was something different and intriguing at how she handled him.
It wasn’t like the last act he’d experienced.
While she kept her gaze on his, she fondled his stones, squeezing and releasing, finding a rhythm she liked that incorporated both them and his length to bring him maximum pleasure.
Fuck me. I won’t last. “Where did you learn how to do this?” Emotion graveled his inquiry and he rested a hand on her shoulder.
“Truthfully?”
“Yes.” Dear God, it took all his willpower not to spend immediately.
“I spied on the servants a couple of times, then I practiced on a phallus I fashioned with fabric stuffed with dried peas.” She shrugged but didn’t break her concentration.
“I hoped I might marry again one day to a man better suited to me and my inclinations.” Her eyes glittered. “Am I doing it correctly?”
“Shit, yes.” Nathaniel’s respect and admiration for how her mind worked continued to climb. “I… Oh.” A moan swallowed whatever else he would have said.
She snorted. “I’ve only just started.” Then she held his gaze as she moved closer to his body. When she licked the wide head of his member, he hissed in warning, yet she took his hardened length into her the warm cavern of her mouth.
And he thought he might die. One of his hands curled into a fist and then relaxed when she eased off. As she bobbed on his member he groaned. “Do you enjoy doing… this?”
“Since this is the first time I’m performing this act on a real man, I would say that I do.
” The way she grinned as she spoke tightened his chest, for she impressed him with each day that went by.
Returning to her work, she swirled her tongue around the underside of his head and added caresses and squeezes to how she pleasured him with her mouth.
His moans came more quickly. Eventually, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
Holding her head between his hands, Nathaniel slowly thrust, which sent his shaft deeper until the tip hit the back of her throat.
She paused, briefly, to no doubt consider if she liked it, then seconds later, she swallowed.
When the muscles of her throat gently massaged his member, the sensations that followed were amazing and quite unexpected.
“Good God,” he breathed, and his hands went into her hair, fisting and tangling the length while tugging out the pins.
After the mass fell about her shoulders, one of his hands cradled her skull.
The silver strands that mixed with the light-brown tresses were beautiful in the sunlight that peeked through their semi-private hideaway. “I won’t last if you continue.”
She chuckled, but she didn’t decrease her rhythm. The vibrations around his prick added to the urgency throbbing through his shaft.
“Nearly gone.” His whisper was choked as he thrust more forcefully into her mouth. Watching her swollen lips move along his member, feeling the sensations as she worked him over with her tongue and fingers was beyond everything he’d known in recent years.
“Diana, damn…” The more he stroked, the more she used her fingers to heighten that delicious tension. She manipulated his stones, caressed the backs of his thighs, even dared to pinch one of his buttocks, which caused his member to jerk. “I’m going to come.”
She squeezed his stones as she pulled off his shaft with a slight pop. “Then do it. I want all of you,” she whispered and then sucked on the head of his member, swirling her tongue around that sensitive flesh.
And he nearly fell over the edge. “How did I find a vixen at a rout, and one who is the older sister of my best friend?” His hands on her head tightened, guiding her, holding her steady as he went in and out of her mouth. Seconds later, his eyes rolled back into his head.
I can’t last.
It was the closest to heaven he’d ever been. Even now, his length twitched and jerked from her handling. Pre-ejaculate seeped from his tip, and she licked it away. Diana eased her fingers beneath his stones to massage the thin skin directly behind them.
“Fuck!” The word was propelled from his throat with such force and surprise, that she giggled around him. He bucked his hips, sending his shaft deep, while his fingers curled into her hair. “You are going to kill me.” The statement was graveled, his body taut as he fought against breaking.
“Let me see you in your basest form.” She continued her relentless quest to apparently leave him useless and insane.
Again and again, she twisted her fingers about his length while sucking and then soothing with her tongue, followed by taking him deeper into her mouth while he continued to thrust like a man possessed.
Every few seconds, she would massage that highly sensitive skin behind his stones.
“Shit, shit, shit!” The muscles of his thighs tensed while his grip on her head did the same. “Diana, ah…!”
That was the moment when Nathaniel lost control. With a muffled shout, he hit release. When he tried to pull out, she held him by his arse cheeks, keeping him steady. As he exploded in a powerful release, she swallowed a few times in succession, apparently determined to drain him.
Oddly, in that moment, something was shared between them, a bond of sorts, and it was as powerful as the act she’d just finished upon him.
Once he finished spending, he pulled out of her mouth, stepped away from her with shock filling his chest. His breath shuddered from his lungs, ragged and rapid in the silence.
“Damnation,” he whispered as he drew her to her feet.
“That was… unexpected. Thank you.” Genuine honesty echoed in his tone.
It had been more than a carnal act. In a way, it felt… sacred if that was possible.
A chuckle escaped her as she wiped at the lingering moisture on her cheeks and lips, even more so when he gave her his handkerchief. “I’m glad you enjoyed it so much, but that was what I felt yesterday. Truly extraordinary.”
“Agreed.” What was more, he would never be the same again. He stared at her as if he’d never seen her before. Perhaps he hadn’t. Who knew she’d hidden such power behind her guise of a widow?
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Was it better than what that other woman gave you the other night?”
Yes, she was definitely a minx, and he adored it. “God, yes.” He stuffed himself back into his breeches, he couldn’t help his grin. In fact, he felt as if he could fly to the moon. “So, what now? What exactly is between us? Do you want an affair?”
“Perhaps I do. An affair full of pleasure and poetry.” Then one of her eyebrows rose. “However, what would it entail?”
It sounded far too good to be true, but he yearned for whatever it would be. Finished with the buttons at his front falls, he shot her what felt like a cheeky look. “Come to the Fentons’ ball with me tomorrow night and we’ll find out together.”
Slowly, she nodded. “I’ll arrive separately in the event I wish to leave early.”
“And it will allow you a certain amount of freedom.” He didn’t mind, and he respected her for it. “I should probably escort you back. William said you are taking dinner with him and your family this evening.” Yet he didn’t want to quit her company so soon.
She tucked his handkerchief in her reticule. “I am, to discuss Papa’s condition, so it’s good I have something to look forward to with you.” Then she retrieved her bonnet. When she fit it to her head, he batted her hands away.
“Let me.” It was an intimate act, this tying the bow beneath her chin, and he rather liked it.
When he met her dark sapphire gaze that brimmed with desperate need, he nearly came undone for a second time, which would have been impossible.
“At least we can enjoy a leisurely stroll back to where we left the carriage.” As soon as he could, he intended to claim her body, for nothing else would do now.
What the devil is wrong with me?