body and got a gander at the cockstand he was sporting as he panted against the headboard. Not exactly the type of dreams he’d hoped for tonight.
He brought the image of Imogene into his mind—her beautiful face and body—and focused on them. He did this until his racing heart calmed and his head stopped spinning. His hand moved down to between his legs and found his rigid cock. It wouldn’t take long and by God, he needed the release. He couldn’t go out and take care of himself at a bordello, and he wouldn’t want to anyway. Didn’t think he would be capable. The days of bordellos and whores were over. He just wanted one woman now. His hand stroked a little faster. He imagined Imogene’s mouth, with her beautiful lips kissing down his body, lower and lower. He sheathed his cock a little tighter in his palm until the tip wept. He saw her flicking out her lovely tongue to taste the droplet—and that was all it took. His bollocks tightened as the climax mastered him, and he spilled over his hand, the musky scent of spunk filling his head along with the images of her that he’d put there. The release was something, but it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted the real thing with her. He wanted to come buried deep between her sweet thighs, pleasuring her right along with him. He wanted it all with Imogene.
As he got up to wash his hands, he took a good look into the mirror above the washbasin. He saw the straight dark hair and the big body he’d been born with, the green eyes, and the decent teeth he could thank his mother for, and wished he could change the past. He wished it with all his heart, but again, that question of ‘want’ and ‘reality’ resurfaced to remind him life rarely gave up what you really desired. He prayed Imogene would be the exception.
When Graham got back into his bed, it took some time for him to find sleep again. But when he finally succumbed, it was of her that he dreamed.
FIVE
We do earnestly repent,
And are heartily sorry for these our misdoings;
The remembrance of them is grievous unto us;
The burden of them is intolerable.
The Book of Common Prayer ~ Holy Communion, 1662
THE hours Imogene spent reflecting on his kiss in the barn were extensive. Less concerning to her was the lack of propriety than her physical reaction to Lord Rothvale. Graham. His name was Graham. She wanted to be able to call him by his given name but wouldn’t dare to do it until he asked it of her. When he touched his lips to her hand it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She found herself forgetting everything about the requirements of proper decorum. He simply took control of her body. While the feelings were exciting and wonderful, she still found them confusing. Even through it all, something deep inside told her he was not a dishonorable man or trying to prey upon her. How she knew it, she couldn’t say, but she knew it all the same.
As he came into view, her heart beat faster. They were to ride again. This time, her cousins, Timothy and Cariss, were included. Would he treat her differently now, she wondered. Especially after he’d made her repeat to him that she wished for him to call upon her formally. She had a very good understanding what that meant.
But Lord Rothvale appeared to be his same steady self when he came into view, riding upon Triton. Calm, intense, kind, steady—he seemed all of those things. She braced herself for his hands when he hoisted her up onto Terra’s back. Yes. His firm touch, still divine, affected her just as much as the other times.
He leaned toward her neck and whispered, “Are you well, Miss Imogene?”
“I am , Lord Rothvale. And you?”
Very deliberately, he said, “I am now .” She couldn’t help the beam she gave him back, and she couldn’t wait to talk to him again, but the riding would have to come first.
The party of six ended up
He brought the image of Imogene into his mind—her beautiful face and body—and focused on them. He did this until his racing heart calmed and his head stopped spinning. His hand moved down to between his legs and found his rigid cock. It wouldn’t take long and by God, he needed the release. He couldn’t go out and take care of himself at a bordello, and he wouldn’t want to anyway. Didn’t think he would be capable. The days of bordellos and whores were over. He just wanted one woman now. His hand stroked a little faster. He imagined Imogene’s mouth, with her beautiful lips kissing down his body, lower and lower. He sheathed his cock a little tighter in his palm until the tip wept. He saw her flicking out her lovely tongue to taste the droplet—and that was all it took. His bollocks tightened as the climax mastered him, and he spilled over his hand, the musky scent of spunk filling his head along with the images of her that he’d put there. The release was something, but it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted the real thing with her. He wanted to come buried deep between her sweet thighs, pleasuring her right along with him. He wanted it all with Imogene.
As he got up to wash his hands, he took a good look into the mirror above the washbasin. He saw the straight dark hair and the big body he’d been born with, the green eyes, and the decent teeth he could thank his mother for, and wished he could change the past. He wished it with all his heart, but again, that question of ‘want’ and ‘reality’ resurfaced to remind him life rarely gave up what you really desired. He prayed Imogene would be the exception.
When Graham got back into his bed, it took some time for him to find sleep again. But when he finally succumbed, it was of her that he dreamed.
FIVE
We do earnestly repent,
And are heartily sorry for these our misdoings;
The remembrance of them is grievous unto us;
The burden of them is intolerable.
The Book of Common Prayer ~ Holy Communion, 1662
THE hours Imogene spent reflecting on his kiss in the barn were extensive. Less concerning to her was the lack of propriety than her physical reaction to Lord Rothvale. Graham. His name was Graham. She wanted to be able to call him by his given name but wouldn’t dare to do it until he asked it of her. When he touched his lips to her hand it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She found herself forgetting everything about the requirements of proper decorum. He simply took control of her body. While the feelings were exciting and wonderful, she still found them confusing. Even through it all, something deep inside told her he was not a dishonorable man or trying to prey upon her. How she knew it, she couldn’t say, but she knew it all the same.
As he came into view, her heart beat faster. They were to ride again. This time, her cousins, Timothy and Cariss, were included. Would he treat her differently now, she wondered. Especially after he’d made her repeat to him that she wished for him to call upon her formally. She had a very good understanding what that meant.
But Lord Rothvale appeared to be his same steady self when he came into view, riding upon Triton. Calm, intense, kind, steady—he seemed all of those things. She braced herself for his hands when he hoisted her up onto Terra’s back. Yes. His firm touch, still divine, affected her just as much as the other times.
He leaned toward her neck and whispered, “Are you well, Miss Imogene?”
“I am , Lord Rothvale. And you?”
Very deliberately, he said, “I am now .” She couldn’t help the beam she gave him back, and she couldn’t wait to talk to him again, but the riding would have to come first.
The party of six ended up
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