She drew her right hand under her skirts to the place no one had ever touched. “There’s no wrong way to do this. You must follow your desires. Let yourself feel the ache and then touch yourself until you feel pleasure.”
Mary whimpered. This was everything she was told not to do, not to have, not to be. As if reading her thoughts, Gregory prompted her, “Everyone has desires. If you’re not hurting anyone, you are free to feel pleasure.” And then he added the words to seal her fate, “Trust me.”
And she did trust him.
With that she began to massage her breast. Gregory groaned behind her and she felt her nipples harden.
“Pull it out.”
She knew what he meant. She felt wanton, but the pleasure triumphed. By loosing some ribbons and hooks, she began to ease the front of the dress apart. Slowly her breasts fell out. She could feel Gregory’s breathing behind her and her heart thumping against her ribcage. She almost begged him to touch her. Instead, she took control of her desire and rolled her nipples between her fingers.
She felt his arousal from behind. Now she knew what that long hard shaft was and she had a clear picture of it. Another moan escaped but this time it was from her own mouth.
“Yes, Mary. Where else do you feel the ache? Reach down between your delicate folds.” His voice was hoarse. “Tell me they’re wet.”
She nodded and couldn’t help resting her head back against him. “Oh my god, Mary, what you are doing to me.”
She reached down into her wetness but she couldn’t find the exact spot to ease the ache. “Gregory?”
She pleaded without words for more direction.
“My God woman, if I were down there, I would find your little nub and tease you until you begged me to stop.”
She took this hint and found the nub. Oh how she found that precious little nub. The most thrilling sensation took over as she rubbed herself.
There was nothing else in the world. No play. No roles for women. No pain or loneliness. Only this pleasure. She inhaled his bay rum scent and felt enveloped in his heat. She couldn’t help but grasp the anchor of his arm in front of her. She clung desperately to the soft hair on his arm and the strength she felt.
And then instincts took over and as her fingers played and pressed against her nub, she rubbed against his arousal from behind her.
“That’s it. Come for me, Mary. Come for me. Come for you.”
Sparks flew through her body and white crashed through her mind. Her world turned sideways and her body went limp, and only one word pervaded her thoughts, heaven.
Chapter 10
Gregorycaughtherinhis arms. His goddess. His warrior. His humble queen. He had never witnessed anything so innocent and beautiful. To see her satiate such desire and find her pleasure only increased his lust for her.
He was sure she would be embarrassed. As he figured the odds that she would run from the room without saying anything, she did the unexpected.
Dropping her skirts, Mary sighed and turned around in his arms. She pressed up against him with her hands on his chest.
Her eyes were glimmering and she had the most content, peaceful look on her face.
Just when he thought that he knew what to think, she pushed up on her toes, pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, and whispered, “Thank you.”
Then she demurely looked to the ground and walked out of the study leaving Gregory standing there full of all kinds of desire.
***
Gregory counted two nights before Mary snuck into the study at midnight again. He hadn’t extended a second offer, but he had never rescinded the first one either.
As she snuck into the study, she pulled the door shut and locked it behind her. She had on only her white cotton nightgown and robe. Buttoned almost to her chin. He began to imagine undoing those buttons and lifting the hem of her nightwear. Her tawny hair hung in a plait down one shoulder and her rich mahogany eyes were almost as black as coal.
Without her saying a word, he could feel his arousal stirring. He remembered how hard she had left him a couple of nights ago, when he had almost taken care of himself. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t.
Now his heart thrummed in his chest and it was doubtful that Mary couldn’t hear it across the room.
“Mary,” he grinned at her. “To what do I owe your pleasure?”
