The Dowager Countess (The Saga of Wolfbridge Manor Book 2) by Sahara Kelly (classic children's novels txt) 📕

I can’t even begin to describe my surprise when Royce pressed them into me! Yes, that is not a mistake…he actually pushed both jade balls into my body. They slid in without a check, the silky-smooth roundness feeling most unusual inside me. It is very difficult to describe; they made a slight sound, a chime, as if the balls had something within that moved around when I did.

He turned me, lifting me over his body and settling me on his lap as he lay there, watching me, smiling a little at my confusion. He pulled me very close to his male length, letting it rub against my most sensitive flesh. And then, seemingly without any effort, he began to bounce me.

The balls inside me stirred places that sent thrills of delight through me, and the abrasion of male to female caused by the motion took my breath away.

Royce is truly a talented man, because without blinking an eye, he assailed me with so many pleasurable sensations I found myself flying on a cloud of sensual wonder, an erotic fire stirring deep inside me fuelled by his fingers, his masculinity and those jade balls chiming so softly within my loins.

I rode him, my thighs tightening around his hips, my head falling back as I neared the crest. He reached down and his fingers touched me as he held himself, rubbing us both in time with my bouncing rhythm.

I remember crying out as the peak took me, massive shudders coursing through me as the inner spasms shook a carillon of chimes and my muscles rippled over the jade. I felt moisture, hot liquid on my skin, and I saw Royce as his seed spurted freely over me.

His face was contorted with the pleasure of it, and I understood all too well the ecstasy we shared. He was right. He didn’t need to fuck me. This night was indeed fun for us both, and we laughed a little as I slid off to one side, collapsing in a heap of exhausted delight.

The balls slid out of me as he gently tugged the silver chain, and I will admit to some lingering spasms as they slipped free. Royce heard my tiny moan and leaned over, kissing me there, making me gasp as his tongue tickled my burning flesh.

He looked up my body, seeing his own moisture dappling my skin, my breasts softening now, and yet my woman’s parts still pulsing with the remaining after-effects of my release.

“Again?” he asked, the first word he’d spoken since we began to play. “Let’s see…” and he put his mouth on me, licking and sucking, spreading my wetness with his tongue - and yes, I let go once again, rising slowly but inexorably to the heaven he revealed with his talented kisses.

Is it any wonder I’m exhausted?

I should also be thoroughly ashamed of myself, but I cannot - in all honesty - say that. I’m not ashamed that I played with a man I have come to like and respect. I’m not ashamed that I let him put his odd Oriental toys in my body, and I’m not ashamed that I watched his body release its pleasure even as I reached my own.

I enjoyed it. Very much. And I’d like to think that Royce did as well. He was kind, helping me tidy myself for the night, and gently touching his lips to mine as he left.

I wasn’t sure about him. There is still a reserve there, a shield, that even our play could not pierce. But I can say that I trust him now. I trust him completely. And I feel a little better for having shared not only such play but also my tragic secret. It has lifted a bit of weight off my shoulders.

For that alone I will be forever grateful to him.

Chapter Twenty-Four

A few days later, Gwyneth surveyed the men sitting around her as she breakfasted, amazed that they were all still speaking to each other, let alone in good spirits. It was difficult to believe that they had managed to arrive at the day before the Whit Sunday festivities, and all were yet in one piece. Giles remained in London, but had promised to return today, and that topic was discussed over Evan’s wonderful breakfast. He’d added some early fruits to the sideboard, and she was currently enjoying a peach with her toast and tea.

“So, yes, I’d expect him sometime after five or so,” said Royce. “Perhaps in time for dinner, although I’d guess he’s going to be pretty tired.”

“It will be good to have him home again, especially with everything that is happening tomorrow,” she said, glancing out the window to where several colourful tents already stood, awaiting the contents that would stream in after the church service.

“I am very curious to know what he’s learned,” added Gabriel. “I really hope whatever it is, it will help settle things around here.” He looked at Gwyneth. “I can’t clear my mind,” he sighed. “I worry.”

“The fête has helped,” Jeremy commented. “With so much to do, there’s been less time to keep thinking about the mess that might threaten us.”

“Well, I have to say that the arrangements for tomorrow have come together very nicely, thanks to you, my Lady,” Evan dipped his head in her direction, “and to everyone who has spent so considerable a time working on it. The notion of a Medieval fair certainly added a measure of excitement this year. I’ve heard the ladies have pretty much depleted the entire stock of Mistress Tanner’s velvets.” He grinned at her.

She grinned back. “I’m afraid I had a little to do with that.” She thought of the rich green overdress with the bronze ribbons that brought out the highlights in her hair. She had a beautiful circlet of silk flowers to wear with it.

“Our pies