Page 53 of What's an Earl Gotta Do?
He was feeling grateful to Mrs. Fitzherbert right about now.
Those encounters had meant nothing to him, but he had thought at the time they were all he would ever have.
But last night… that had been something else entirely. He’d always known that making love to Anne would be special. He had expected the joy and the pleasure to surpass anything he’d experienced before.
What he had been unprepared for was the magnitude of his feelings. He had meant it when he said that she had given him the most intense physical pleasure of his life. But he had also meant it when he had said that his favorite part of their lovemaking was watching her reach her peak. When he thought about her face, in the moment that he had given her the first taste of pleasure she had ever experienced...
Just... joy. Gut-wrenching, heart-bursting, joy.
And there had been quite a few opportunities for him to enjoy watching Anne climax. After her fifth orgasm, she put on her dressing gown and snuck out into the hall to retrieve the supper tray. He made her take the dressing gown off again before they ate, which turned out to be a stroke of genius, because after they made their way through the meats and cheeses, Anne discovered a plate of strawberry tarts. That prompted Michael to confess how much he had always loved the smell of strawberries, because it reminded him of her.
This led to her teasing him, which led to him tickling her, which led to her tickling him right back, which in short order led to them both becoming extremely aroused. Which, in turn, led to him declaring that there was only one thing he could think of that was even more delicious than strawberry tarts. He proceeded to dress those areas of Anne’s body with the cream that adorned the aforementioned tarts and demonstrated how very delectable he found those parts of her to be. All of which culminated in orgasms numbers six and seven for Anne. And what kind of gentleman would he have been, if he had not allowed her to enjoy her favorite part?
Afterwards, Anne began drifting off to sleep, so he settled her in his arms. But he couldn’t resist pointing out that she would never again be able to look at a plate of strawberry tarts without imagining him with his head buried between her legs—a significant problem, considering how much she enjoyed strawberry tarts. She blushed very prettily when he said that.
As he came fully awake, Michael saw that light was just breaking through the windows. Anne was still in his arms, but she had turned in the night so that her back was facing to his front.
This meant that some of her best and most sensitive areas were literally at his fingertips, and it was tempting to avail himself of that access. But they’d had a late night, and he didn’t want to wake her.
As he lay there, struggling to resist temptation, she moaned and muttered something he didn’t catch.
“Anne?” he asked. “Are you awake?”
Her response was another string of babble, but there were two words he caught.
They were Mmmmmmm and Michael.
He smoothed her hair aside and began kissing her neck in hopes that she was waking up. She groaned and arched her back, which had the effect of pressing her bottom into his eager cock. It also caused his arm, which was draped over her, to brush against her breasts. She purred and grasped him by the wrist, placing his hands there more firmly. He was glad to comply and began teasing first one nipple, then the other.
He was enjoying the incoherent sounds of pleasure she was making when she grasped his wrist again, this time to pull his hand down across her stomach. Even halfway asleep, she gave a wiggle of anticipation, and then she spread for him and positioned his hand exactly where she wanted it. He found her wet, as he knew he would. He began giving her slow, gentle, teasing little rubs. Within a few minutes, she was writhing in his arms and moaning his name. He kept his touch deliberately gentle. Her eyes blinked open, and he saw the moment she realized it wasn’t a dream.
“Michael,” she said in a breathy voice, “that feels sooooo good! I need... I need...”
He kept his strokes deliberately slow and gentle. “What is it you need, Anne?”
“You...” She trailed off as he gave her sweet spot a particularly delicious swirl. “Oh, Michael!”
“Perhaps some of this?” he asked, continuing to pet her just where she needed it most.
The sounds she made next did not qualify as English words, but to Michael, they were the sweetest music in the world.
“What do you want, Anne? Do you want to come like this?” he asked, momentarily increasing the pace of his hand. “Or do you want my cock?”
“Oh, Michael, I want them both!” she cried. “But I suppose I can’t have that. I want... I want your cock,” she confessed, ducking her chin as she said that word for the first time.
She was trying to roll over onto her back, but Michael had an idea. “Stay there, darling. Your wish is my command.”
He lifted up her top leg, parting her, and tipped her torso forward just a bit. He continued stroking her between her legs with his free hand. But from this angle, he thought he could make this work...
Anne groaned as she realized what he was doing. As he flexed his hips to slide his cock inside her, she pushed back, until he was fully seated while they both lay on their sides. “Oh, Michael!” she cried out. “That feels so good!”
He began pumping into her, gently at first, keeping his hand working her little sweet spot. His cock and his hand proved to be an excellent combination for Anne. She was out of control within seconds, and an orgasm ripped out of her on his fifth thrust.
He enjoyed that, he enjoyed that very much. Was there anything better than watching the woman he loved taking such sweet pleasure from his cock? But, having come four times in the past eight hours, it was going to take him a little bit longer to achieve his own release. He continued thrusting into her gently, but moved his hands up to her breasts, worried that her little rosebud might be too sensitive so soon after her peak. He need not have worried, for although she was clearly enjoying his ministrations to her breasts, after a couple of minutes, she grabbed his hand and pulled it back down between her legs.
He loved that. He loved having her so eager for his touch that she was demanding his hand. And so he rubbed her with renewed effort, and pumped into her from behind, and to his immense satisfaction he was able to give her orgasms nine and ten. His own release soon followed, and it was every bit as powerful as his previous four.
She turned around and snuggled up to him. “Good morning,” she said.
