Page 77 of His Awful Grace

Ellen bit back a grin as she tugged the waistcoat off his shoulders. Mark paused to remove an arm and help shrug it off. “Keep reading,” she told him, and leaned forward to nip the curve of his neck.

He tensed, but his eyes didn’t stray from the tiny pamphlet glued to the inside of the lid. “Probably should buy the lubricant,” he muttered. “Apparently it keeps the rubber from breaking over time. Hmmm…here we are. After use, the sheath should be washed inside and out with tepid water…when quite free from moisture it should be sprinkled inside and out with Preserving Powder. I suppose that’s what’s in the little jar they gave me. Wondered what that was.”

Ellen couldn’t hide her snort as she unfastened the last button of his shirt. “Almost done,” she warned, and couldn’t help but run her fingers through the light hair on his chest.

He gave her a dark look. “You’re cheating.”

“Am I distracting you?” she asked innocently, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to slide the crisp white shirt off him.

“And you’re so bloody good at it, too.” He kissed her. “I give up. You win, whatever you want. Just please let me have you now.”

Ellen relented. “I suppose we’ll call it a draw.”

“I certainly plan on getting inside your drawers,” he muttered savagely, and threw himself at her buttons.

Before long, they’d rolled across the bed, both sets of drawers forgotten on the floor and his glasses placed on the nightstand. Mark licked and kissed her breasts, causing Ellen to pant and writhe. He laced his fingers with hers and lowered his body onto her, and the feel of his warm skin was the sweetest thing she’d ever felt.

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” His hand slid down her belly, tangling in her maidenhair, and then slid across the slickness of her vulva. He moaned in her mouth. “How are you already so wet? Do you know what thatdoesto me?”

Ellen gasped and tilted her hips toward his hand. “How are you so good at this?”

His fingertips circled her clitoris, then dipped inside to coat himself in her, and returned to torment her nubbin again. For the next several minutes he teased and petted and played with her, promising all sorts of delights if she could just hold onto him, onto the feeling building inside her.

Ellen managed to slide a hand down until she found his cock. He hissed with pleasure at her touch, and she smiled even as she pressed a love bite against his neck. She palmed him, then tightened her grip and stroked the way he liked it, how he’d shown her last night.

“Oh, keep going!” she exclaimed as a wave of pleasure hit her. “I’m so close.”

“I love hearing you say that,” he panted in her ear, redoubling his efforts.

And when her pleasure crested, nerves sparking and in a hazy glow of hectic joy, she cried out and wrapped her arm around his neck, crushing him against her. His fingers slowed, soothing her as she came down from her climax. Ellen panted, her breasts pushedbetween them. Her nipples throbbed with each press against his chest.

Mark gave her a moment, then reached for the sheath resting on the nightstand. He knelt up, erection ruddy and throbbing. He worked the thin rubber on his penis, tugging downward until it covered him.

“How does it stay on?”

Mark reached over and pulled a thin, blue ribbon from the box and held it out to her.

“Oh, are you going to tie it in a pretty bow?”

He burst into laughter.

“Make it a present just for me?” she teased.

“Ellen, stop making me laugh!” He shook with laughter. “Do you know what happens when I laugh this hard? All the blood leaves!”

She threw back her head and cackled. “Oh, you poor man.”

“Ellen!” he fumed, then gave up and collapsed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “I love laughing with you,” he said after their amusement faded.

Ellen rolled to her side and stroked his chest. “I love laughing with you.” She glanced down at the rubber, half-fallen off now he wasn’t as aroused. “How is it?”

“Haven’t used it yet.”

“Will it…bother you?” She tried not to brace for his answer.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve heard people say it makes it less pleasant, that it deadens your sensations.”