He pulled away from her. “There’s something I need from my trunk.”
She frowned but let him pull away to rummage through the fallen things until he found a lambskin condom in a wallet. It took a little more time to find the water and pour it over the item.
“Come here.” He gestured her forward.
“What is that?”
“It prevents pregnancy.” He bit his lip. “And the spread of disease. If we’re going to do this, that’s a necessity.”
“Oh.” She looked intrigued. “I suppose it goes over the, um. Thing.”
“The thing.” He found himself smiling.
“I suppose you’re putting it in water to make it more pliable, yes?”
How very like Amelia to focus on such a thing. “Of course.”
“Hmm.” She frowned. “I wonder if there might be another material that could be used, one that would work just as well, yet without such an unfortunate lag in time. Maybe India rubber, if vulcanized…”
“Those already exist. They’re very thick though, and the rubber dulls sensation.” He made a face. “Significantly.”
“We can’t be having that.” She trailed off, staring. “I wonder about gutta percha.”
He waved a hand in front of her, smiling. “Amelia,” he whispered, “come back to me. You can’t have my gutta percha. I need it for my telegraphic lines. Invent a better condom at a later time.”
She started, looking up at him and shaking her head in bemusement. “Might I put it on then? For the purpose of inquiry so I can answer questions of fit and the like?”
“For the purpose of inquiry only,” he agreed with a grin.
She took the condom out of the water, holding it in front of her, turning it around before reaching out for him. While they’d been waiting, he’d softened just a little. She frowned at this.
“For the purposes of experimentation, I suppose you had better be completely hard.”
“I had better be.” His throat seemed just a little scratchy.
She shrugged. “For science,” she said with a flush that left her cheeks red. And she stroked lightly along the line of his cock.
“Harder.” He reached down and closed her grasp around him. “Like that. God, yes. Like that.” He could feel pleasure spark to life again, coalescing to center around her touch.
“May I try something?”
“Of course,” he started to say, but she leaned down, his erection still in her hands, and took the tip of his member in her mouth.
The wet heat of her tongue sent a shock of pleasure through him. It felt good, so good, as she licked the head of his cock, taking more and more of him into her mouth, sliding slowly. She was so hot around him. His hips yearned to thrust, needed to move, needed to go. Still he held back, letting her explore. Her hands went to his hips. She slid another inch of him into her mouth.
His responding thrust was involuntary. But she just smiled up at him.
“Amelia,” he gritted out, “if you keep that up, there will be no need for the condom and you’ll lose all chance for experimentation.”
She pulled away.
“I’ve been reading,” she said earnestly. “I was married for years and I didn’t know a thing except lying down and waiting for him to be done. When I figured out there was more, I was so annoyed.” She gave him a brilliant smile. “Can you believe they didn’t tell me about it?”
“Yes,” Grayson said after a pause that felt just a little too long. “Yes, I can…actually believe that. They’re like that.”
She took the lambskin, turned it around, finding the opening before rolling it slowly down his length. He hissed at the cool, wet touch, but her hand followed, smoothing and warming, and the sensation sent him tilting his hips up into her hands.
“Interesting,” she said.
He shook his head. “Unbelievable. Now it’s my turn.”
“Your turn?”
“You’ve made me ready,” he said. “I ought to return the favor.”
“Ready?”
“Did your reading not cover that?”
“Um.”
He let his hand slide between her thighs. “You should be wet,” he said, “and it’s been a while for you since the last time you had intercourse, isn’t it?”
She swallowed. “Years.”
“You might find the stretch a bit much if we’re not careful.”
He slid his thumb inside her, pressing deep into her channel, finding the wetness and coaxing it out. She laid back, opening to give him passage. A finger followed, slowly stretching her out. She let out a gasp.
“Your husband never did this for you?”
She shook her head.
“Not even the first time?”
Another shake of her head. “It was never actually too horrid. I heard it was supposed to be. Mostly, it just seemed boring.” Despite the factual nature of those words, her voice trembled. He could see the flush on her face spreading down her neck.
“Bastard,” was his only comment.
She was slick, delightfully so. She took his finger well, letting out a surprised noise when he crooked it inside her, another one when he rubbed his thumb over the bud just above her entrance.
“Gray.” This was a moan. “I need… I need…”
“Good,” he said. “Keep needing. Beautiful. Perfect. Lovely. You’re all of those things, did you know that?”
“Please.” She pushed up onto her elbows. His hands fell away, and she climbed atop him. “Please. I need more.”
“Then come take it.”
Her reading had apparently covered that much because she straddled him, her entrance lining up with the tip of his erection. He could feel the slick heat of her, couldn’t keep himself from nudging his cock up to nestle against her entrance. She let out a little noise and sank down.
“Oh God.” She wasn’t even a quarter of the way there, and she was trembling. “God, Grayson.”
Even just this much felt amazing. She was so tight around him, fitting to his body.
He held his hips in check, wanting to thrust, wanting to lodge himself all the way inside her. Her back arched over him like a cat, her forehead leaning down to his.
“Breathe into it,” he advised her. “It’s all right.”
“Grayson.” She sank another inch, then another, bit by bit. “Grayson. You feel so good.”
“Yes,” he agreed. His voice felt like gravel. “I do feel amazing.”
He slid his hands up her sides. His palms cupped her breasts. He could feel the involuntary clench of her body around him, could feel the air leaving her on a gasp. His thumbs found her nipples, rubbing gentle circles. She let out a moan and slid the rest of the way down, engulfing his length, her entrance fitting against his groin.
God, she felt good. So good. It wasn’t just the heat that clutched him nor the physical feeling of her. It felt as if she was giving all the best parts of herself into his care.
“Gray.” Her nose nuzzled against his forehead. “Gray.”
“I’m here,” he told her. He arched into her, pressing his pelvis up. His hands came to her hips, holding her in place before gently urging her to make the tiniest of motions. She pulled herself up a fraction off his length, then slid down again. He let out a groan as desire spiked through him.