Page 59 of Romancing the Rifleman
He responded with a long, low groan.“Diana!Oh,God, that feels so good!Rub me even harder, darling.Yes, that’s it.Oh,fuck!”
She chanced a glance up at him, and his eyes were hazy with pleasure.Encouraged, she rubbed him deeper and deeper as he squirmed helplessly on the bed.As she massaged him, she tightened her lips around his cock, giving him suction, and desperate sounds slipped from his lips.“Diana!”he gasped.“You’re going to make me… Oh,God… Oh… Oh,fuck!”
She tasted the spurt of his seed in her mouth.She had learned over the past few days to keep pleasuring him, at least for a moment.She saw him through his crisis, then gentled her strokes when his body went tense, finally letting his softening cock slide out of her mouth.
He immediately hauled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.“Thank you.That wasamazing.How did you know to do that?”
She smiled.“There was a picture.In that book of naughty prints I told you about.”
Harrington laughed.“Your brother must have the same book that I do.There’s a similar print in mine.”
Diana’s smile faded.Fortunately, Harrington’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t seem to notice her consternation.It made sense that he assumed the book of prints she had stumbled upon belonged to Marcus.She wasn’t quite sure how to tell him that it was actually his book she had perused.
She wasn’t quite brave enough to broach the subject tonight.So instead, she sighed.“You know, I almost never feel sorry for myself for my missing hand.But while I was doing that, I couldn’t help but wish I had two.That way, I would have had one hand to stroke your cock and another to touch you there.”
He shook his head.“You’re perfect.I promise you, I could not possibly care less.But speaking of naughty prints, you’ve reminded me of a rather unusual one I once saw.It belonged to one of my fellow students from Oxford.It came from somewhere in the Far East and showed a woman being pleasured by an octopus.”
Diana squinted at him, certain she had misheard.“Anoctopus?”
He laughed.“Yes, an octopus!It had a tentacle for each breast, one to hold down each arm, and one for right here.”He reached between her legs, stroking her in a way that made her shiver.”There was another pumping inside of her, and another”—he stopped short, clearing his throat.“Well.Suffice it to say, it was touching her ina lotof places.”
“Gracious.”Having been intimate with Harrington for the past five days, Diana thought she had moved past any sense of missish embarrassment.But she found she was blushing just thinking about this image of an octopus, of all things.
He gave her a tender smile.“My point is, I could have a dozen hands, and I still wouldn’t have enough to touch you everywhere I’d like.I’m the happiest man alive to have your hand on me.I wouldn’t trade you for a thousand octopuses.”
She laughed as she snuggled into his chest.“Good.”
“And I could help if you like.In fact”—his voice took on an eager note—“you could evenorderme to stroke myself while you’re busy doing other things.”
She studied him, as yet another puzzle piece fit into place.“And you would like that.”
“I would.”He looked a little nervous.“If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all.”She yawned.“I have an innate talent for ordering people around.”
He murmured something.Diana wasn’t sure, but she thought it might have been, “You certainly do.”
They lapsed into silence.Diana chuckled.“I still think an octopus is an odd choice for this erotic print.I know they only chose it because it has so many arms.But nothing else about it seems particularly arousing.”
He waggled his eyebrows.“I don’t know.All of those suckers.”
She frowned.“I don’t see what’s arousing about… Wait.Harrington?What are you doing?”
He had extracted himself from her arms, a wicked grin on his face.Without saying a word, he pressed her thighs open, burying his face between her legs.
“Harrington?”She peered at him, confused.Instead of caressing her with his tongue as he usually did, he had sealed his lips around the little nub between her legs.“Harrington, what are you… Oh.Oh, that’s… That’s very… I… I see what you mean.About the… about the suckers.”It was difficult to form words, as her breath was growing ragged.“That’s… that’s almosttoogood.I didn’t know the pleasure could be… so intense.Oh,God, I… Please don’t stop!Oh, Harrington!Please keep doing it just like that!You’re… You’re going to make me?—”
It took some time for Diana’s thighs to stop trembling.Harrington’s smile was smug as he crawled up beside her, took her in his arms, and pulled the coverlet over them.
As she drifted off to sleep, the last thought in Diana’s head was that she had a newfound appreciation for octopuses.
Chapter31
They arrived back in London at mid-morning the following day, and Harrington delivered Diana to her brother’s home.The plan was for her to pack a few things and join him at Astley House that evening.
He had the coachman take him directly to Horse Guards.William Windham received him immediately.Harrington summarized their search during the house party and presented the transcribed letter.“This is word for word.It looks like a simple recipe to my eyes, but I’ll let your office determine if there’s anything more to it.”
“Good.”Windham glanced over the letter.“You picked up Swedish more quickly than I thought.”
