Chapter 27: An Excerpt
Wherein Stuart and Evelyn start their foray into London and the Ton
Early morning saw Stuart sitting up in bed, reclined comfortably against a pile of pillows, the white linen blankets pooled around his waist and not quite concealing the languorous, shifting mounds underneath it.
He was in a state of bliss, body all aglow, his eyes closed and mouth gently open. He breathed shallowly as he luxuriated in the pleasure that was slowly building up inside him, deliciously anticipating the moment he may reach that delirious peak.
“Ohh.” He let out a sigh of pure enjoyment, his hand stealing underneath the sheets to guide and encourage, his hips beginning their familiar rhythm of undulating and thrusting, gradually picking up pace.
Still, the rhythm remained slow and unhurried, resisting the pull of his fingers as he turned demanding.
“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling the urgency coming on. He was about to throw his head back in voluptuous abandon, spine arching, when there came a soft knock on the door.
Instantly he froze. The door opened and in came Amberheart.
“Good morning, sir,” said Amberheart as he proceeded towards the windows to throw the curtains wide open, admitting the gentle morning sunlight. “Rise and shine. You have a full day ahead of you.”
Grabbing at his glasses on the bedside table, Stuart quickly put them on and stared at his valet with wide eyes, as though he were an apparition. His hand tightened under the sheets in warning, stilling the movements that a moment ago were driving him to completion.
But only momentarily, alas.
Stuart watched as Amberheart continued to move about the room, nonchalantly opening the huge wardrobe and bringing out his clothes for the day. He shuddered as he felt warm, wet suction against the engorged band of flesh at the base of his cock and he glanced down at the sheeted mounds before him as they began their movements once again, stealthily. Quickly, he reached for a pillow to cover his front as best he could, willing his face not to flush.
“I’ve been informed that there will be outings and visits to be done later in the day,” Amberheart said, seemingly oblivious to Stuart’s predicament.
Stuart took in a breath as the pleasure rose, edged with an intoxicating feeling of being secret and wrong, this time, making it doubly delicious.
“Yes,” he said, sounding a bit strangled. He tried to keep still, hoping Amberheart would not notice anything amiss. Yet knowing his astute valet, Amberheart could not possibly fail to notice the additional pair of slippers flung carelessly across the carpet a few feet away from his bed.
Amberheart continued, “It’s quite warm outside. May I suggest something light and airy, at least for the morning ensemble?”
Stuart winced as he felt a light nip on his sensitive shaft. He fought not to twitch.
“Devin,” he said, clearly struggling to keep his composure.
Amberheart turned to him, eyebrows up. “Sir?”
“Can you please give me five…no. Ten minutes?”
Amberheart did not bat an eyelash. “Of course, sir,” he said, dropping everything at once and smoothly making his way to the door. “I will be back after a quarter of an hour.”
“Thank you,” said Stuart.
As soon as the door was securely shut, he tossed the blankets aside, revealing Evelyn, who looked up, grinning cheekily as Stuart spluttered.
“You minx!” Stuart cried.
Author’s Notes: I just love giving Stuart and Evelyn all the happy sexytimes! Now comes the hard part as they begin their foray into London and the Ton!
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