She sighed, holding him close.
"While you're taking me in your mouth, let me bring you to climax. Let me taste you too but at the same time."
"Is that possible?" Her body hummed at the idea of Albert kissing her cunny while she pleasured him. Moisture flooded her core at the idea of such naughtiness.
"It's in the book. Trust me, it's possible."
She bit her lip, nodding. "I'm willing if you are."
Albert chuckled, pulling her close. "You know I'm more than willing. Now, come."
Victoria shivered, hoping he meant that literally as well as figuratively.
Albert lay back down on the bed and took several calming breaths as Victoria straddled his body, placing her sweet cunny before his face. He'd never partaken in the sexual position, but he had admired the sketching in the book on several occasions.
The thought that Victoria trusted him enough to allow him such liberties with her body left him honored. He clasped her ass, slipping her against his face, and kissed her.
There…
She was hot and wet, her gasp of pleasure as he kissed her weeping flesh making his cock rock hard. Without inhibition she undulated against his tongue, taking her pleasure, her gasps and moans pushing him to the brink.
She sucked his cock with vigor, enjoying herself as much as he. He teased her, flicked her nubbin with unrelentless strokes. She did not shy away, lose herself in her pleasure, but took him deeper into her mouth, rose to his challenge. He clasped her ass, holding her against his face and fucked her as well as she deserved, pushed her toward climax.
She moaned about his cock as he felt the first tremors of her climax thrum through her body. The knowledge spiked his release, and he came, hard and strong, pumping his seed until he was spent.
For a time, they lay as they were, their breathing ragged, their bodies damp with sweat and sex. Victoria rolled to his side and he smiled at her satisfied chuckle.
"Well, I must admit that position may have become one of my favorites, my lord."
He slapped her on the ass, electing a squeal from her. "Albert, not my lord. Not after that." He gestured between them.
"True." She smiled, meeting his gaze. "What other delightful positions are in that book of yours? If they are as good as the one we just tried, I'll be counting down the hours until we're alone again."
He would, too, count the hours. But a little tidbit of despair prickled his soul. He did not want to have to wait for the house to be abed. Have to wait for them to steal away to unoccupied rooms. He wanted to be able to make love to Victoria whenever they wished. He wanted her to be his wife, his to love and cherish forever.
"There are others we can try," he found himself saying. "Meet me here this time tomorrow night, and we'll explore more of what we can do together."
She flipped about on the bed, slumping over his chest. She kissed him, a slow, intoxicating kiss that left his heart aching. "Tonight was my choice. Tomorrow I shall let you choose what we do."
Marry me then, Albert wanted to ask. Instead, he raised his brow, giving her a mischievous grin. "A dangerous game, Victoria. Are you sure you wish to keep playing?"
"Oh yes, I like this game," she said before kissing him soundly once again, and they lost each other to several more hours of pleasure. And Albert lost a little more of his heart to the woman in his arms.
Chapter 29
The following day dawned one of the hottest of the year, even though the summer months were giving way to August's chill. Victoria wore a dress of white muslin and ordered lemonade out on the terrace as she caught up with her sister's correspondence.
She told Alice of her time here, her enjoyment, and the town dance, but she did not tell her sister everything that had taken place within the walls of the Rosedale estate.
Her mama sat across from her, waving her silk fan before her face as she gazed out on the lawn.
"You and Lord Melvin seem to be fast friends. Is there a possibility with you helping him gain his feet in society that you have not fallen at his?"
Her mother's question pulled her from her thoughts, and she glanced up, noting her mother's serious visage.
"Of course not," she lied, knowing that was far from the truth. She had come to not only enjoy Albert's company but longed for it. The idea of leaving, traveling for years about the world without him, left her cold instead of excited.
It was a turn of events that she had not assumed would happen, and she wasn't entirely happy about her muddled thoughts. All of her conflicting emotions could be laid at her bastard late husband’s feet. His cruelty and scandalous lifestyle would be enough to scare anyone for the hills and never wish to marry again. She was no different, even though Albert was nothing like Paul.
"We are friends. Nothing more, Mama."
Her mother let out a little annoyed huff of breath. "Please, my dear. I may be older than you, and my first season may have happened some years ago, but this is not my first foray into a ballroom. I know when two people are more than friends."
Victoria continued to scribble words down to her sister, but as to what she was writing, she could not say. Her mother's words distracted her to no end. "Lord Melvin wishes for a wife. You forget that I do not wish for another husband."
Her mother clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You cannot travel the world on your own, my dear. Even if you are a widow and heiress, a daughter, and sister
