momentarily.”
“Are
you enjoying your outing so far, Emily?”
She could
not pay attention to anything other than the fact the gentleman next to her
roused her curiosity perilously. “Yes, my lord. Pray, Lord Avonlea, would you
mind indulging my ignorance for a moment?”
His
eyebrows shot up, and he cleared his throat. “What is on your mind?”
“Do
you recall that night at the ball when I confided in you? About what that woman
was doing to his grace?”
“Yes.”
She noticed his body tense.
“Well,
I had some afterthoughts, and was hoping to understand a few things.” Her
breath hitched.
“Emily,
I am not entirely sure you should be asking me questions of such intimate nature,
but I will do my best to answer in the most delicate way.”
“Excellent,
my lord. I was hoping you would agree. The first thing I was curious about was
that compromising position I found that woman in. Is it normal practice for a
woman to pleasure a man that way? And how does it feel? Do they all look the
same?” Lord Avonlea shifted back in his seat. His mouth opened to speak, but
she observed the shock splayed across his face. “Have I offended you, my lord?”
“You have not. It would take much more
than that to surprise me. Emily, I think you should talk to her ladyship about
this.”
Emily
frowned, wondering why he wanted to redirect her question. “Whatever are you
afraid of? No one is here to listen upon our conversation.”
“Fine.
But if I get caught saying these things, I will make sure it is known that the
scandalous nature of our conversation started with you.” He pursed his lips and
groaned. “The act you happened upon does occur in marital relations, and more
often in extra-marital ones. The practice itself is not common, and most women
find it repulsive.”
She
for one, could certainly appreciate how offensive the act was perceived, but if
it was perfectly acceptable in a man’s eyes, would it be the same for a woman? “How
long does it take before a man releases, and do they spill into a woman’s
mouth? You still have not told me if it is truly pleasurable.”
“The
time it takes for a man to release, I suppose, is a matter of how well a woman
is performing. It is expected that a man spills into her mouth, as well as the
woman to swallow.” By now, he had crossed his arms, and his leg went over his
knee. He looked positively cross at her, and it was his turn to flush.
“As
for how pleasurable it is, I can assure you that if it is done correctly, then
the level of satisfaction would be evident. Each man’s member is not like anyone
else’s. They vary in lengths, girth, and—Emily, truly, you must cease asking me
such inappropriate questions.”
Just
as he shut his mouth, her sister-in-law returned and stood before them. “Is
everything all right, you two?”
“Just
wonderful.” The earl turned away, returning his attention to the curtains
closing for the first act.
“Emily?
You look like a cat who swallowed a caged bird.”
“All
is perfectly well, Isabel. You need not worry.”
“If you
are positive. Lord Avonlea, Nathaniel had made a request earlier, and it
slipped my mind until now. He would like you to stay on at Stoughton Hall until
the end of the week, if it is not too much trouble.”
His
lordship mumbled and nodded. “Excuse me while I catch some air before the
entertainment begins again.” Then, he disappeared.
I have offended him .
She had the reputation for being the most obstinate chit London had ever laid
eyes upon, and now, she had become the most scandalous one as well.
Chapter Five
Emily
lay in wait for the old grandfather clock to chime twelve bells on the main
floor of the manor. While Stoughton Hall was magnificent in size, the clock
could be heard from any of the three floors, no matter from what room.
The
house had been in a flurry getting the children ready for bed and her brother whisking
his wife away for the evening. Even his lordship
Gail Z. Martin
Nicholas Olivo
Louise Erdrich
Jamie Buxton
Grace Draven
Jaye P. Marshall
Mario Acevedo
Traci Harding
Cathy Glass
Penny Jordan