Page 47 of The Scholar's Key
The woman of his dreams was on top of him, having her way with him. He knew that he should tell her to stop, that she was an unmarried young lady who should maintain her innocence – but he couldn’t find it within him to do so.
Besides that, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
He closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensation of her fingers on his chest. Soon her lips followed, pressing them to his mouth before moving to his ear, his neck, and then she was lifting his shirt off of his body. He helped her, taking his arms out, before collapsing on the bed once more as she kissed her way down, leaving gooseflesh in her wake.
When she reached the fall of his breeches, he lifted his hands, either to push her away or help her, he wasn’t sure, but she swatted them away and went to work herself, unfastening them and then sliding them down his legs.
She paused, sitting up for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, she was staring at him, her gaze riveted on his cock before she reached out and ran her fingers slowly over his flesh. It took all of his control not to come at her mere touch.
“Percy,” he pleaded in supplication, although for what, he wasn’t entirely certain. Then she shifted, moving down his body, and lowered her head, wrapping her lips around him and bobbing up and down. He groaned, and she quickly sat up.
“Is this all right?” she asked, and he could only nod, no longer able to form any coherent words. He could tell she was uncertain, and he reached down, gently moving her head to show her what to do.
She was a quick student, and it wasn’t long until she was moving of her own accord, swirling her tongue over him as she moved up and down.
He tried as hard as he could to hold back, but his response overwhelmed him, and it wasn’t long before his climax began to build within him.
“Percy,” he panted. “Percy, stop, I’m going to come.”
Stop, she didn’t, however. She only increased her efforts, until he couldn’t hold back any longer and was spending into her mouth. Her fingers dug into his thighs, holding on until he finished, and when she sat up, her cheeks were pink and her eyes glossy.
“I’m sorry,” he said, earning himself a swat across the chest.
“For what? For allowing me to do what I wanted?”
“Yes?” He wasn’t certain of the correct response, but at the moment it seemed best to agree with her.
“Noah, I do not think I have ever felt so alive before,” she said, looking like a goddess as she sat up, her hair now mostly down around her shoulders, shimmering in the lamplight. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“I cannot wait until we can do it again.”
* * *
Noah could hardly containthe bounce in his step as he strode up to Percy’s family’s house the next day. He should be exhausted, considering he had only slept a few hours, but instead, he was invigorated by the most perfect woman he had ever met, who seemed to, against all rational thought, want him.
As much as he would have loved nothing more than to keep her in his bed for the rest of the night, to hold her close and tell her everything he admired about her, all that he wanted to do to her, rational thought had prevailed and he had walked her home after they had dressed, careful to keep her hood up and draped around her face to prevent anyone from identifying them on their walk home. She had snuck into her house through a window, and he hoped that she had made it to her chamber without any notice.
Today they were to return the necklace to Mrs. Compton, but he had nearly forgotten about their mission, so intent was he on Percy herself.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, but she opened it before he could rap even once.
“Noah!” she said brightly – too brightly. “There you are.”
“All is well?” he asked, and she nodded, although her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Yes, of course. My maid will accompany us this morning.”
They began the short walk to Mrs. Compton’s, a stilted silence suddenly stretching between them.
“About last night—” he began, but she held up a hand to stop him.
“It was wonderful,” she said, her smile warm and true now. “Thank you.”
That seemed to be all she wished to say on the subject, so he returned to the matter before them, holding up the box in his hands.
“How will we explain this to Mrs. Compton?”
