Chapter 19
Albert wasn't sure why he was in Victoria's room, but what he did know was that it was spinning at an alarming rate, and he ought to leave. He was foxed, stank, even he could smell his clothing, yet he could not bring forth the energy to get up and go as Victoria asked.
Instead, she kept speaking, and he kept answering in the most inappropriate ways. Alcohol was not made for appropriate conversation. It would seem.
She clasped his hand, pulling at him. He wrenched her close, and she tumbled over him. His cock twitched, the breath in his lungs seized. Hell, she was pretty, so damn sweet that she made his jaw ache.
He reached up, sliding her golden locks behind one ear, needing to see her face. "You're so beautiful, Victoria. Do you know how beautiful you are to me?"
She bit her lip, shaking her head. "You're drunk, Albert. Can you even see straight, my lord?"
"Do not call me my lord. I'm Albert to you. Always Albert." He leaned up, closing the small space between them, and kissed her. She met him halfway, their mouths fusing, taking from the other in a kiss that stole what little wits he had left. Which, in his current state, were not many.
She undulated on him, her legs slipping over his hips, and he reached down, grinding her against his aching cock. Her ass was tight and small and made him instantly hard. She gasped through the kiss, moaned his name.
And then she moved, rolling her hips over his cock, the buckskin breeches he wore. The thin lawn nightgown no barrier to their needs. He held her there, helping her tease them both.
His cock ached, strained against the buttons. He wanted to release himself, take her, take them both to heights yet to be explored, but he could not. Certainly not tonight. He was a drunken lout, in his cups in her room. He would not stoop so low as to take her here like this.
"Oh," she gasped against his lips. "Albert. This feels..."
He slid against her core, the heat between their bodies scalding. "It feels good," he breathed, fighting the urge to come.
"You're so hard, and ahhh, I ache for you. Tell me, is this what happens when one has pleasure without intercourse?"
"Yes," he breathed, rolling over to settle between her legs. "I promise I shall not take you, but I need to be closer."
She nodded, giving him leave, and he wrenched up her gown, exposing her mons to his view. She glistened from desire, the scent of need filling his nostrils. Like the image in the book, he wanted to lay his lips against her flesh, kiss her, flick her sweet nubbin with his tongue until she cried out his name.
She tried to push her gown down. Her cheeks kissed with a rosy hue. "Do not be embarrassed. You're beautiful to me. All of you."
Albert leaned down, kissing her deep and long until he felt her relax under him. He broke the kiss, kneeling between her legs, and ripped at the buttons on his breeches. His cock sprang free, thick and long, and her eyes widened.
But the brave, curious Victoria he adored reached out and slid her finger along his length. Albert swallowed a curse, wishing her finger was her hand, wrapped around him, pulling him toward release.
He closed his eyes, reveled in her touch. No, he wished it was her mouth, suckling him, taking him deep in her throat.
He groaned. "Allow me to bring you pleasure," he pleaded, unsure what he would do should she say no.
She lay back and let him do what he willed. "I trust you," she said, her eyes burning pools of need watching his every move.
Albert guided his cock against her heat. It felt so good, too good to be bad, scandalous like it was. He slid against her, teased her engorged nubbin until they were both breathing hard, Victoria's legs wrapped about his waist, her arms holding him close as he kissed her, teased her. He wanted her to come, to soar under his touch.
She moaned, gasping and pushing, stretching and undulating against him with increasing ferocity. The feel of her against him, wet and wanton, left his wits to spiral.
He was so close. Just a few more strokes, and he would shatter.
"Albert," she gasped, her eyes opening wide and wonder crossing her features as she climaxed. Her fingers slid over his back, her nails scoring his skin.
He groaned and joined her, spilling his seed over her mons and stomach. Terribly crass, but he could not care. They had found release, together, and there was nothing more marvelous.
They lay like that for a time. Both lost to the euphoria of what they had done before he rolled and slumped beside her. Without urging, she turned on her side, staring up at him.
"That was utterly unexpected. I had no idea that was possible. You may think me naive, but Paul never did anything of the sort in our bedchamber. When he bothered to be there that is."
Albert hated the bastard even more for his treatment of Victoria. He pulled her closer.
He had no idea it could be like that either. When he'd taken himself in hand, it had never felt as good as it did just before with Victoria. Already, the thought of her made his cock twitch, and he wanted her again.
He smiled, meeting her wondrous gaze. "It has never felt like that for me before either. You had better take care, my lady, or I shall become addicted to you, and there will be no getting away from me then."
She chuckled, stretching out across the bed. "It is you, Lord Melvin, who ought to be careful, or I'll make you my mister."
He barked out a laugh, and yet at her words, a little hope expired within him. How could she share her body so intimately
