Chapter 7
As he carried her in his arms towards his bedroom, Anthony thought of something he had been saving for Letty all these years, but he set it aside for now, not wanting to alarm her. They had so many wounds to heal and all the time in the world now to recover their love.
Upon settling her in his bed, in the Corbet townhouse for the first time, he was awash in anger at his father.
Anthony could have had this every day for years.
Instead, his father had wasted their young lives and doomed Anthony to a haze of brandy and sex, hoping to dull the pain of Letitia’s betrayal — when she had not betrayed him at all.
Meanwhile, Letitia had spent years dependent on laudanum and mistreated by the worst of men thanks to his father’s deceit.
It still stung that she’d respected his father’s wishes when doing so had irrevocably broken his heart. It was the last splinter in the stake he was pulling out of his chest.
“Why didn’t you say something to indicate that my father was behind our estrangement? I could have accepted it had you simply told me he was the instigator. Instead, you chose the cruelest method imaginable to say your goodbyes.”
It would have hurt worlds less. Instead, he lived for years with the memory of finding Letitia — and her packed things — on the front steps of his house, where she’d told him she’d found another protector. Another man who suited her more.
She gazed at him as if weighing her words carefully.
“I believed myself to be doing the correct thing,” she said. “And I would not have been able to make it down those steps had I betrayed the truth of the matter.”
“Because I’d have stopped you.”
“Because I’d have stopped myself.”
Anthony laid down alongside Letitia, both of them gazing at the canopy under which his father must have slept soundly after smashing up young love that might otherwise have lasted forever. Suddenly, he wished he had never brought her to this cursed place.
She slid a hand over his belly as if sensing his disquiet. Those clever fingers plucked at the buttons running down the front of his shirt, unhurriedly splitting him open so she might fill him again.
When her hand landed at the waist of his trousers, Anthony pulled the shirt from his body, then crawled atop her.
“What do you mean to do, Letitia?” he asked, his eyelashes fluttering over the skin of her cheeks.
“I thought you might wish to be more comfortable, my lord.”
“I can think of many ways I might be more comfortable.”
He placed a hand atop her breast, bold as brass, and looked to her for permission to continue. In response, she pulled the fine garment up from her legs, past her belly, and over her head until she lay nude before him.
Anthony took up the chemise and regarded it. “Perhaps a bit small for me, dear,” he said, planting a kiss on her neck.
Letitia giggled in shock, clearly not recalling how they’d played in bed and told each other silly jokes between lovemaking.
Ah, lovemaking, thought Anthony, unable to tear his eyes away from those nipples he’d been dreaming about for years. Would that they could consummate their, well, their love once again. But he wouldn’t risk Letty’s health for a quick tumble.
“I wish we could…you know,” she whispered, her fingers running over his belly, just above where he wanted her so badly.
Anthony dipped his head to suck a nipple into his mouth, unable to resist the urge to taste his beloved Letitia again.
“Your mouth is so good,” she moaned.
So she felt the way he did? Hot and needy and desperate for anything that might see them joined, whether physically or spiritually?
“I didn’t know that you liked my mouth so much. I don’t recall you mentioning it before,” he said playfully, switching to the other breast.
“I’ve only dreamed of it for years,” she sighed.
Well, that was enough to give a man ideas and a painfully hard erection. He slid down the mattress between her thighs and ran his stubbled cheek against her soft leg.
“Then may I kiss it? The girl who has been waiting for me?”
Anthony paused, looking up at Letitia to make sure she was experiencing bliss and not simply agreeing to his wishes. Her lids were heavy, and she shifted her thighs further apart.
“Tell me,” he said wryly, holding his ground until she reached down to cradle the back of his head, pressing him into her sweet cunt.
To be back in this paradise after thinking he’d been forever ejected from heaven had him so hot he was subtly working his cock — while still in his trousers — against the bed as he lavished her outer lips with worshipful kisses.
When he licked up that wet seam, she shuddered in his hold, gasped when he placed a glancing lick on that nub he knew would send her ascending, then falling.
“What did the doctor say you can’t do right now?” he suddenly thought to ask. Her clasp was calling to him. He wished to slip his tongue in, but he had to be gentle with her. She’d only receive his tenderest ministrations from this point forward.
“Nothing inside,” she said on an exhale.
“I can do that, my love,” he said, bringing the whole of his tongue to her bump and lavishing it with licks.
“But I, oh!” she said, exclaiming when he let his nose trail over that delicious nub.
She was bucking and squirming, her hands at her breasts like she was discovering pleasure again. But he wanted to make this special. Make this reunion memorable after all of their time apart.
“Letty, do you trust me?” he asked.
“Always,” she said, trailing her fingers through his hair as he teased her lips and finally let his hands cradle those soft hips he loved so much.
“Then allow me to adjust us,” he said, settling on the bed and turning her body until she sat atop him. Atop his face.
“Anthony!” she squealed, trying to shimmy down and away from his open, devouring mouth.
“Let me drown in you,” he said, pulling her back until she tentatively settled against his tongue.
He had his arms about her hips and pulled her into his face. She was wet and swollen, just as he liked her, and she rocked of her own accord. They moved slowly at first, as if she did not recall how it felt to want, to desire.
But she found that rhythm again, recovered her ability to ride after all this time. And Anthony found a part of himself that he’d locked away — all while sucking his beloved’s luscious body until she shook.
He hummed into her spread cunt, desperate to feel her explode on top of him. This was nothing short of heaven for a man who wanted to be used hard by his girl.
“On that spot,” she moaned, angling her hips to get Anthony’s mouth on it.
Harder than forged steel, he licked with pleasure, all while imagining his cock erupting like a geyser with no touches, based on the eroticism of eating Letitia’s cunny alone.
“I wish you could make love to me,” she sighed, rocking just a little faster.
Oh, she knew how to set his blood rushing. The thought of slipping into that pussy had him thrusting into the air, no relief to be had. He’d rather be here, doing this, than anything else in the world.
“But I am,” he said. “And I might not be able to fuck you, but you could fuck me.”
She stilled.
He braced for disapproval. Disgust. The pretense of not understanding.
“You mean…”
His heart seemed to beat in his belly. Some vein must have bulged there, and Letitia held the knife that might sever it for good. If he wished she’d been more forthcoming at the end of their relationship, did she not deserve the same disclosure of his fantasies now?
“You want me to…to put…”
She’d never fucked him with anything before.
Oh, there’d been a finger or two in interesting places, touches that inflamed his loins, and whispered ideas.
But Letitia had never seen him take a false cock.
They’d only just begun to make sense of their past. Why risk it?
He should brush the hint aside and let her come.
She deserved to enjoy this moment in peace.
“You want me to fuck you with something?” she asked, her motions growing faster, causing her legs to shake from the increased effort. “You’d let me?”
Anthony craned his neck up to see Letitia fondling her own nipples, head thrown back as she worked her cunny on his mouth. She didn’t look like a woman disgusted by the offer. Far from it.
“Oh god, Anthony, I’m going to—”
He felt her break against his face, his nose and chin wet as she used him for her pleasure despite what he’d requested.
But was her orgasm in spite of what he’d requested? Or because of it?
She clambered off him, coming around so they were face to face.
“Where is it?” she asked, then gave him a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
“Where is…”
Truth be told, he felt dazed, taxed, and extremely hard.
“What shall I use?”
She took up a corner of the blanket to wipe his face. He must have looked a mess. Would that he could look so disheveled every day.
“Use?”
She looked impatient. “To put in you,” she said lowly.
“You want that? You don’t mind?” he asked, his cock uncomfortably thick at her enthusiasm. If he touched the damn thing, he’d surely explode in an instant.
“Where?” she asked, her eyes aglow in ways he hadn’t seen since their parting. Gone was the detachment, the resignation. His love was aflame again.
“That wardrobe, darling. You know where I keep the more interesting things from my travels, don’t you?”
She smiled and hopped off the bed to go to the drawer she knew so well. “And perhaps bring the oil with it?” he called.
***
“Just so you know, I’m not a sod, Letitia,” Anthony said while naked on his hands and knees as he waited for her to slide that oiled diletto into the ring of his arse.
She placed the tip right at his opening and let him feel it, but didn’t make the slightest move to press it in. His sack jumped at the sensation of being so close to filled by his love, yet still teased and kept from fully uniting with her.
“Anthony, I am not an expert at language,” she said, pressing the tip into the ring of muscle while she dribbled more oil on his rim, “but I can’t help but think that we’ve sodomized each other in several ways on many occasions.”
His arms shook as she drew out the pleasure of pushing in. Anthony’s cheek collided with the bed, and he fought to string together words.
“What I mean is, uh,” he hiccoughed, his body going haywire, “I’m not, uh, not…”
“Doing this with men?” she asked astutely. Gently, oh so delicately, she pushed the diletto in to the hilt.
“Yes, I, oh, I’m not,” he whimpered, “doing this with men.”
“I wouldn’t be upset if you liked men, too,” she said softly. Then she brought the false cock out and drove it home again.
He had the sheets between his hands, his body so tense he feared he might rip them apart despite the quality weaving.
“As long as I know you like me best of all,” she said, working that diletto in and out more quickly, “that’s all that matters.”
“Letty, you angel, you devil, you’re the only person in this world I love. There’s been no one but you. Never. Never will be.”
He wanted to prolong the ecstasy, but his cock had been too hard for too long. Letitia ran the tip of that diletto over some place inside of him that took away his ability to contain the molten eruption of his entire being.
Anthony drooled into the bedsheets, called out to a host of saints, and felt his back arch involuntarily as his orgasm ran him down like a team of horses.
He’d moved a hand to his aching cock, but it spurted seed based on the force of Letty’s thrusts alone.
She was filling him, emptying him, and he was going to be sore for days from the force with which she drained his sack.
When his arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, that diletto still within him, Anthony began laughing. If only his father could see what his machinations had wrought now.
One more thing would make Anthony’s victory complete. And he had every intention of seeing it through.