Epilogue

A Little Later

PHILOMENA LOOKED AT HER betrothed as he picked her up for the ball that evening. Her betrothed. Her fiancé. The man she never would have thought could be all hers. And here he was picking her up, escorting her to a ball.

She couldn’t wait to start planning the wedding, but more than that, their future together.

“You’re even lovelier tonight than I imagined, Mina.” He twirled her in her deep purple dress, and she felt like she could float up onto the air.

She had wanted Henry for so long, she almost couldn’t believe he was all hers. Wrapping her hand around his neck, she gazed up into his eyes. The air sparked between them.

With a smoldering look in his eyes, he leaned in and whispered, “I shan’t kiss you here, where anyone could peer out through the windows and observe us. Let’s get into the carriage, I have something to tell you.”

Philomena’s nipples tingled at his suggestion. In the carriage? God, that sounded divine. Since she had spent more time with Henry getting to know him, she had felt more brave in opening up that pink leather bound book, The One With the Wanton Woman. And there had been an image of a woman and man in a carriage. For the first time, she was grateful to Paulina for introducing her to the book, and she wondered how many other women knew about it.

Trying out one of those poses in the carriage with Henry, though? A shiver danced up her back and down her limbs.

Henry helped her into the carriage and sat across from her. Once they were settled, he tapped the ceiling and they were off to the ball.

“Can I tell you something now?” he asked with a slight grin. He was reaching into his pocket as he started to say, “I found this new coin—”

“Oh. A coin?” Philomena’s face fell. “You wanted to tell me about a coin?”

He grinned up at her. “Is that a bad thing?”

“I just thought–no, never mind.” She waved her hand in the air feeling a bit foolish. Their time together wasn’t all about being intimate. She wanted to know everything about him. Talk. The way it had always been. Really, she wanted to hear about the coin. “Go ahead. Tell me about the coin,” she said, with a genuine and friendly smile.

“I don’t actually want to tell you about a coin right now, Mina. I want to talk about something else entirely.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes. I want to talk about how that dress will never look the same, no matter how much I try to put it to rights.” His eyes fixated on her breasts, and she couldn’t stop them from heaving.

“Oh?”

“Yes. And I want to talk about how I need to taste you.” He licked his bottom lip and her quim pulsated in response. “Now.”

“Right now?” she squeaked out.

“Right. Now. Lift your skirts.” The authority in his voice brooked no argument (not that she had any) nor any delay (not that she wanted any).

Her hands grasped her skirts and pulled them up as he dropped to his knees and put his face between her legs.

His hands pushed her thighs apart while he licked between her folds with a groan.

“Oh, God. Henry,” she whimpered.

“I can’t get enough of your taste. This is every meal for me. Right here.”

His lips sucked on her. He lapped, nipped, and flicked his tongue over here. Panting, she asked for more while his fingers slid inside of her. She could already feel herself leaking, and his words edged her on.

The love of her love was doing one of the most intimate acts a man could give to a woman, while they were in a carriage. It was a fantasy that she would have never laid claim to before, but now, she wasn’t sure she could ever ride in a carriage alone with him the same way.

Hot, blinding streaks flashed behind her eyes, across her mind, searing her body. She was primed for him. All he needed to do was look at her and she felt aroused. But this. This licking, sucking, kissing. On her pearl. Uh. This was enough to push her up the mountain, greet the view, and then tumble over it.

“Come for me, Mina. Come, my love. Come all over my face.”

And she did. Her release soaked its way down her legs while he lapped at her flavor.

He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped up what remained, then ducked out of her skirts.

“Mmm…I’m a well fed man.” He sat back looking satisfied, but she was still thrumming.

“You do me so good, Henry. What about you?”

With his large hand, he cupped the bulge in his pants and a new wave of arousal descended on her. “This can wait,” he said, with a raspy voice.

“Let me suck on you, Henry.”

“Not if you say that, it can’t.” His head dropped to the squabs, and instinctively he opened his falls. It was her turn to get on her knees in front of him. With her hands on his thighs, she darted her tongue out of her mouth and licked the head of his cock. She had seen images of this, but only briefly. She hadn’t been sure that it was ever something she would do. But with this man, her love, all she wanted was to taste him.

Her lips found their way around his head, and his groan spurned her on. She sucked harder wanting to devour all of him, and she was rewarded with his taste.

“Uh…Mina,” he moaned. His hand reached to the back of her neck. “That feels so good. I want more. But right now I want to be inside of you.”

He pulled her up and together they clumped her skirts enough to enable her to straddle him. When she sunk down on his shaft, she mewled her delight.

“God, Henry, you know how to fill me up.”

“You feel so good.” His kisses slanted across her lips with urgency. Deepening the kiss, his tongue mimicked what they were about to do. On a breath, he said, “Ride me, Mina.”

And once she started the movement, she could not stop. Not even if the carriage ground to a halt and called out their destination.

She rode him until they both smothered their final shouts with sloppy kisses.

They spent the remainder of the carriage ride limp in each other arms, his cock still warm inside of her.

This was what she had always wanted, and now she finally had him. Forever.

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