Page 37 of Wed By Proxy

“I’m not sure what you should call it,” he admitted, his color hectic and flushed.

“What do you call it?”

He hesitated again. “My cock,” he rasped. “But …”

“Cock,” mused Mathilde. Like a male hen?

His deep blue eyes snapped open at that, his breathing ragged. “Gods,” he licked his lips. “I’ll spill in your hand, if you don’t stop right now.” His voice was husky, the look in his eye slightly panicked.

“Would that be bad?” she asked, genuinely unsure. She didn’t want to stop.

“Move your hand down,” he rapped out. An order this time. “I’m too sensitive.”

With a sigh, she ran her hand caressingly down his hard length, reveling in the breathy groan he gave, the way his hips bucked, jolting her on his lap. At the base, was crisp dark hair and nestled in them, something Nurse had never referred to. She stroked them tenderly

“And these?” Mathilde asked.

“My ballocks,” his voice was strained.

That was an odd name, Mathilde mused. No wonder Nurse had not uttered it. She fancied she had once heard Piers threaten to kick Will in his ballocks. Now she knew what he had meant. Considering how very sensitive Guy was, she thought, listening to his shallow breathing, that would hurt a lot. She cupped them carefully in her palm and he gave a harsh groan. She no longer thought she was hurting him, though. Without thinking, she slid her hand back up his length, and touched a tentative finger to the fluid bead at the tip.

“Mathilde!” He jerked upright, batting her hand away, and took himself in hand, wrapping his fingers around and squeezing the head of his angry cock, swearing furiously.

She winced. That had to hurt. “Why are you doing that?”

“I can’t take any more torment,” he panted unevenly. “It’s my turn now. Open your legs wider.”

“Torment?” Mathide repeated blankly. “Did I not treat you very nicely?”

“Aye, too nicely,” he growled. “And now I get to return the favor.”

In truth, Mathilde could scarcely hold her legs open any wider, as she was fully astride him. Instead, she leaned back, resting her hands against his knees. He bunched the skirts farther up from around her thighs to her waist.

“Gods,” he said throatily. “You’re as perfect here as everywhere else. Exquisite.” The last word was breathed, as he dragged his thumb down through the light curls covering her mound.

Really? Wondered Mathilde, biting her lip. She hadn’t realized it was anything special. Then his thumb dipped lower, robbing her of all breath.

His eyes snapped up to meet hers, and he breathed out raggedly. “Sweeting,” he said, and his voice broke over the word. “Gods, help me, you’re so wet.” His words were uttered reverently, so Mathilde did not have a chance to be embarrassed at the fact.

His thumb passed through her folds and seemed to settle on a spot that zinged through her entire core.

“Oh! Guy!” Her trembling cry, made him sit up. A look kindling in his eye that she scarcely recognized, his nostrils flaring. Had she inspired that look? For a moment, he looked torn, irresolute about something.

“I could almost swear,” he said thickly. “That you’re as close as me.”

Mathilde stared back at him. She could barely think with his fingers playing between her legs. Her eyes drifted shut, as she concentrated on the fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach. The feel of his fingers, swirling around that spot that seemed connected to every impulse and sensation in her body.

“I want to — to put my mouth on you,” he said unevenly. “Can I?”

“You m-mean to kiss?” Mathilde stammered, opening her eyes. Or did he mean to lick and suck her breasts again? She felt a frisson of alarm, even as her pulse raced at the idea. How was she supposed to withstand both?

“Sort of,” he said oddly, and releasing her waist, he swept his arm along the table surface behind her, pushing all the plates and dishes to the edges.

Mathilde thought she heard something hit the floor, but it sounded muffled and from a good distance away. Then he was lifting her, placing her on the edge of the table and laying her back onto its surface. Mathilde blinked up at him in confusion. What is happening now? Instinctively, she went to close her legs, but he prevented her, hooking his arms around her thighs and holding them firmly in place.

“Guy?”

This hadn’t happened in The Seduction of a Virtuous Knight, so she wasn’t prepared for any of this. Maybe she should have read on further? She glanced down and found her exposed breasts heaving, her dress hanging around her waist in tatters. Oh my gods! In trepidation, she sought to meet Guy’s gaze, but he was sat back in his chair, devouring her splayed figure with his eyes, his expression ablaze.