Page 70 of Manors & Mischief

“Let me help you.” I undo the button on her jeans and then shimmy them down her ass. She lifts as I move them across her thighs and down, leaving me enough room to work with. I then trail my hand up the inside of her legs before gripping her hip over her panties, royal blue and silk.

“You’re good at helping,” she gulps, like she’s trying to talk herself into it.

“Only with you. I can fix your house.” I kiss her shoulder. “I can fix your ballroom.” I pull her shirt down and kiss her collarbone. “And…”

“You can fix my climax problem?”

I pull back. “You have trouble?”

“I think so. I don’t know. With my ex, yes. Though, I never seem to have trouble on my own.”

I lick my lips. A new task unlocked. I’m not stopping until she comes around my fingers.

“I think that was your ex’s problem because you’re perfect.”

I trail my hands down her belly, over the line of her panties until I find her core. She inches her legs further apart, taking in a deep breath like she has to steel herself.

“Devon.”

“It’s okay.”

She tries to relax, but when I press my thumb into her clit, she freezes up.

“You’re so gorgeous, Sweetheart. God, these hips. Your whole body, like it was made for me.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and I take that as my cue to rub circles into her nub. Her hands grip the edge of the dining table, muscles so tight, it’s hard to keep her thighs from clamping around me. I guide her backward, making her lay on the table. I pick up one of her legs, forcing it to the side as I continue to stroke her clit.

My own cock swells to the point of restraint against my pants, but I’m not worried about me tonight. The noises out of her mouth make my heart thrum with anticipation. She moans, her mouth firmly closed.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear it.”

A strangled cry comes from her mouth. I hook my arm around her leg, replacing my right thumb with my left, and then sneaking my other hand past her panties, deftly moving them out of the way before I find her bare pussy.

Her eyes round, like each new step I take is a scary sensation. I rim my finger around her hole and then press inside as the purest noise of ecstasy releases from her throat.

She starts to chant, “Oh my God” while my two hands work in tandem. One still rubbing her clit while the other now presses two fingers inside her. Her hips start to lift to meet me.

She’s so beautiful. Fuck.

Little by little, a new confidence takes over. She doesn’t guard the sounds coming out of her throat, or the way her hips buck into me. It’s as if she’s so wrapped up in me she doesn’t have another care in the world.

“Oh God,” she moans, the sound so deep in her throat like it’s coming from her very being. “Just pretend this isn’t about to happen,” she says quickly before she screams, the exquisite sound filling the room around us. I slow my movements until I know she’s spent absolutely everything and collapses back onto the table.

I lean over to kiss her belly button. “I would never want to pretend that didn’t happen.” I remove my hands, straighten out her panties, and lean over her on the table. “Orgasm accomplished.”

She puts her hands over her eyes. “I was too loud.”

“Are you kidding me?” I tell her, pulling her hands away. “Be as loud as you want. It’s good for my ego. Plus, it’s your house. You can do whatever you want in it.”

She sits up, placing her hands on my chest. “That was… Is it stupid if I say fun?”

I crack up. “It’s perfect if you say fun.”

“And I’m not broken,” she says.

If her ex told her she was, I would punch him in the face, but I decide I can’t ask about him right now. I don’t want to ruin the moment. “We can prove it again,” I tell her, gripping her hip once more. She has sexy hips. Sexy thighs. Sexy everything.

She hesitates, so I know I’ve pushed her as far as she wants to go tonight. I press my forehead against hers. “You’re safe with me.”