Chapter 18

Letty felt like she was going to crawl out of her own skin. She had no idea what was going on, had never felt like this in her life.

But she knew she needed… something.

And she was certain Vander could give it to her.

He turned her so that her back was facing toward his front, then began drawing up her skirts. Letty shivered, but it had nothing to do with the cool night air washing over her bare legs.

She felt Vander's hands, warm upon the skin of her inner thighs, a place no one ever touched, pressing her legs open. Inch by agonizing inch, he slid them higher, toward the place that was throbbing like a heartbeat.

"Is this all right?" he murmured in her ear.

"Yes," Letty gasped. It was more than all right. She had been dreaming about a moment like this with Vander for years. Even if this was the only such moment she ever got, she would treasure it as a beautiful memory.

"Let's see what you like," he said, and then he was touching her there, in the spot Letty had been told she was never allowed to touch.

And it felt glorious.

He put one hand over her pubic bone, pressing down with the heel of his hand in a gentle grinding motion that made her squirm. He brought his other hand between her legs and proceeded to caress every inch of her flesh.

After a minute, Letty was panting. It felt… wonderful and horrible at the same time. How was that possible? She didn't know, but somehow Vander's caress felt incandescently pleasurable, and made her desperate for… for… she didn't even know what she was desperate for.

"Vander," she gasped. "Vander… please!"

He responded by unerringly bringing two fingers to a particular spot at the juncture of her thighs and gently starting to circle. Letty cried out because this was the thing she needed. She was certain of it. This was surely the most beautiful sensation on the face of this earth.

"Is that all right?" he whispered at her temple.

"All right?" Letty moaned. "It's more than all right. Oh, my God, Vander, that feels… that feels…"

She felt his vocal cords rumble as he chuckled. "It's not too much?"

"It's not," she panted. "Please, don't stop!"

He continued those teasing circles. Somehow it just kept getting better and better, until Letty knew with a strange certainty that something was about to happen—

Vander suddenly rose from the swing, lifting her up with him. Letty cried out in protest as he placed her back on the seat alone. "Vander! Don't stop! Please! I—I need…"

"Shh," he said, wrapping her hands around the ropes. Much to Letty's astonishment, he dropped to his knees between her thighs. "I'm going to make this so fucking good for you."

Letty was so far gone, she gave not a single word of protest as he brought his head between her legs, his lips coming all the way to the juncture of her thighs. He began stroking that magical little spot with his tongue, and oh! If she'd thought what he had been doing before was pleasurable, it was nothing, nothing, compared to the pure, unadulterated bliss he was giving her with his tongue! She cried out as her thighs cramped around the sides of his head.

Vander began massaging her on that miracle spot with the flat of his tongue, and somehow that felt even better. The pleasure he was giving her was indescribable, unbelievable. She heard herself babbling nonsense as held her at the top of the precipice, then sent her tumbling over.

All at once, her thighs were shaking violently. She was crying out her pleasure as everything between her legs pulsed with approval. Vander somehow avoided being dislodged and kept licking her, more gently now, and it felt so beautiful, Letty could have cried.

Abruptly, the sensations became too much, and Letty's thighs tensed. Vander immediately stopped, pressing a final kiss to the inside of her thigh. He stood and lifted her from the swing, then settled with her cradled on his lap.

Letty slumped against his chest, boneless.

When her head cleared sufficiently that she was capable of speech, the words that emerged from her mouth were, "What was that?"

She felt Vander's cheek curl into a smile against her forehead. "You had a climax."

She said nothing as she was still overwhelmed. After a moment, Vander asked, "Did you like it?"

"Did I like it?" Of all the ridiculous questions. "It was"—she paused, combing her mind for a superlative that remotely captured the sensations Vander had just sent coursing through her— "astonishingly good."

Vander's chuckle thrummed in her ear. "Good."

He shifted on the swing, and she felt the same swollen hardness she had noticed earlier in the front of his trousers. Having been raised in the country, Letty had some idea what that was.

"What about you?" she asked.

Vander glanced at her, the sharp planes of his face handsome in the moonlight. "What about me?"

"Do you want me to do something for you?"

He laughed. "You don't want me to answer that."

"Of course, I do!" she protested. "Why would you say such a thing?"

His eyes were earnest in the moonlight. "Look, Letty, I don't expect you to do anything for me. It would be wildly inappropriate of me to ask it of you, even if we leave your maidenhead intact."

His words were firm, but his voice held a note of yearning. "But?" Letty prompted.

Vander snorted. "How did you know there was a but?"

Letty grinned as she reached for the falls of his trousers. "Because I know you," she said, fumbling with the buttons.

"Oh, my God," Vander groaned as her hand brushed the rock-hard bulge beneath the fabric. "I'm going to hell."

She had two buttons undone. "What makes you say that?"

"You're an… an innocent," he gasped.

"Not quite so innocent as I was ten minutes ago," she said cheerfully, releasing a third button. "You'll have to show me what to do. You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind?" He laughed. "No, I don't mind. God, this feels so wicked…"

"Which you probably like," Letty said, pulling open his falls.

"Yes." He was breathing hard. "I want to come so fucking much. I've been thinking about this all week."

A surge of excitement went through her. Vander had been thinking about her! It was her fondest dream come true.

She pressed a kiss against his neck. "Show me. I want to do this for you."

He slid her onto the seat of the swing so they were sitting side by side. It was snug, but they just fit.

He pushed his trousers low on his hips. Letty couldn't help but stare. Rising from a nest of black curls was his rod. She'd seen enough animals on the farm to know that this was the part that was meant to go inside of her, although it seemed awfully thick…

"Use your hand. Wrap it around me, and… God, your hands are soft!" he gasped.

A bead of moisture had formed at the tip of his member. Vander covered her hand with his own and guided her upward, moaning as she stroked that part of him. The liquid was exceptionally slick and made it easy to slide her hand up and down his length.

"Grip me tighter," he instructed, showing her the motion he liked. "That's it. God, Letty, you're going to make me come…"

She loved the way his eyes had gone unfocused with pleasure, the way his head lolled to the side. Encouraged, she kept up the motion he had shown her, sliding her hand all the way to the base of his shaft, then bringing it back up to caress the head, eliciting a moan she felt all the way in her stomach.

"Faster," Vander gasped. "Faster. Oh, fuck, Letty—you're going to make me come! That feels so good, that feels so fucking good, I'm… I'm… Oh, my God!"

He spread his legs wide just as he spasmed in her hand, sending a spurt of milky liquid spraying onto the ground. Letty continued stroking him as the white liquid emerged in pulses. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the fascinating sight.

Abruptly, Vander's hand covered hers. "That's good. That's perfect," he said. Letty looked up, and Vander had the most wonderful expression on his handsome face, happy and sleepy and almost dazed with pleasure.

Smiling, he kissed her deeply. "Thank you, Letty. That felt so fucking good."

"Good." Feeling delighted but also suddenly shy, she leaned her head against his shoulder. Vander wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple, and they sat together in companionable silence.

After a few minutes, Vander groaned. "I'd better get you back to your family before you're missed."

Letty sighed. "You're probably right."

He pulled out his handkerchief, wiping her hand clean before seeing to himself. It took only a moment for them to restore themselves to rights, and the next thing she knew, Letty was walking down one of Vauxhall's graveled paths on Vander's arm, looking for all the world as if nothing had changed.

But really, everything had changed. At least, it had for her.

Glancing up at Vander's handsome profile, she wondered if anything had changed for him.