Albert choked on the tea he had been sipping. He coughed, bending forward to try to gain his breath and his senses.
"You want me to what?" he wheezed, trying to clear his lungs of his beverage.
"You need to show me pleasure that I can perform myself. I’m certain I’m doing something wrong."
He felt his mouth grow slack while his cock tightened. "You know that I cannot do that."
"I know no such thing," she said, raising a defiant brow. "I want you to touch me and show me. I’m not a virgin nor a debutante taking her first turn, need I remind you. I'm quite determined."
And frustrated if he could read her at all. How much had she petted herself upstairs to place herself in such a state? Much to his shame, he had gone to bed and taken himself in hand, imagined her atop him, riding him, taking her pleasure.
He'd never come so fast and hard in his life.
"And if we're caught, are you accepting of the consequences of us dallying with each other? It would mean marriage, Victoria. It would mean your life of independence would be over."
She paced before him, debating his words for several moments before turning back to look at him. "I'm willing to take that risk. And I imagine marriage to you may not be so very boring if you allow me to do what I want."
He barked out a laugh, but all the while knowing he'd do whatever she wanted if it meant that he could have her as his.
"Where do you wish to start?" The words slipped from his mouth. He could not be about to do this. It was scandalous behavior.
She came over to him, pulling him from his chair. He stared down at her, amazed that by merely being beside her his blood quickened.
"Wherever you wish, so long as I find release."
Albert could not believe what she was saying. This could not be true. The one woman he longed for, wanted in his bed, to be his wife had not just asked him to make her climax.
He wished he knew exactly how to gain that ultimate end for her, but he did not. Nor could he ask his closest friend, her brother, how to manage it.
Damn it all to hell. He was literally living a nightmare caused by his own ineptitude.
"What are your thoughts on starting at the beginning? I fear if we do too much too soon, you may flee."
She shook her head, her chin rising defiantly. "I will never run away from something that I want."
Albert swallowed, thinking back to the books he'd read. Kissing was a good start, and they had already done that, and the act had been enjoyable. He would start there and move on from that position.
He brushed his lips against hers and she sighed into the embrace, soft and willing. Her tongue teased his lips, and he deepened the kiss, tangling his with hers, searing the feel of her into his mind forever. Her hands clutched at his lapels, no fear for what they were about to do, only passion.
They certainly came together with exquisite ease. How was he to rein in his desires when he wanted all of her? Marriage and a future. Hell, he'd welcome being caught if only it meant they would become man and wife.
All rational thought dissipated when he felt her hand atop his, pulling it from around her waist and placing it on her most private of places.
Albert stilled, breaking the kiss. "Victoria, this is too much. Too soon."
She shook her head. Her lips reddened and swollen from their kiss. "Touch me, Albert. Touch me here where I ache," she whispered.
It was all it took. Her plea and he was lost.
Chapter 16
Victoria wasn't sure what had come over her, but what she did know was that she wanted Albert. She needed his touch, craved this sought-after release that the images teased them with. If she could find release by learning how to bring it onto herself, life would be so much sweeter.
It was scandalous of her. Her mother would never forgive her if she brought disgrace down upon all their heads, but she could not pull together the necessary caution to stop.
Albert’s demanding kiss stole her wits. He was so very different to how she had always viewed him.
It was in one word… Delicious.
He kissed like a man starved. His little murmurings of pleasure, of need, spurred her to mimic him, kiss him back with all that he made her feel.
And it was quite a lot.
Her body was aflame. Her cunny was wet and weepy. She moved his hand from around her waist and placed it over her breast. The sensation made her knees tremble, and before she knew what was happening, Albert had scooped her up into his arms and sat on a nearby settee, placing her firmly across his legs.
Their tongues continued a dance of desire, seeking, teasing. His fingers ran along the top of her gown, teasing her flesh. Little goosebumps rose on her skin before he dipped one finger beneath her bodice.
She gasped, clutching at him as the pad of his finger grazed her nipple, taut and longing for touch. The sensation was wonderful and she wanted more of it.
The term greedy would suit her very well right now.
"That feels so wonderful." She pushed boldly into his hand like a cat after a pat.
"I ache to touch you." He kissed her cheek, jaw before moving down her neck, suckling at her earlobe. It tickled, and she giggled, undulating on his lap.
"More, Albert," she admitted, meeting his eyes quickly before he dipped his head to her neck, his lips sending a shiver of delight up her spine.
"I know that you do." He kissed his way across her bodice, his hands at her back, working the buttons on her dress. Within a moment or two, the gown gaped at the front, and Albert used the opportunity to push
