make love to you or go to sleep. I’ve chosen the first option.”
The room was so dark she couldn’t quite see what he did to her necklace but it seemed to her like he was taking the large pearl drop off the chain.
He held up the pearl drop in his fingers. It shimmered in the light, the size of a robin’s egg but a silvery white.
“This is the largest pearl I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s costume jewelry,” she said.
“It’s perfect.”
She almost asked For what?, but there was no need.
He moved his hand between her thighs and pressed the pearl against her vulva. Curious and curiously aroused, Regan opened her legs wider. With one finger, Arthur pushed the large round pearl through her folds and into her body, still slick from their earlier lovemaking.
Arthur maneuvered the pearl inside of her until it was nestled under her pubic bone, into the hollow of her g-spot. It fit there snugly, as if it belonged. Regan’s heart beat harder as Arthur used the pearl to knead that hollow, rolling it against that patch of tender nerve-endings.
“Oh, God,” Regan said, catching her breath. Her head fell back and her legs fell open even as every muscle in her thighs and back tensed. Arthur held the pearl inside her with one finger and yet with that pearl and his one finger, he was in control of her entire body. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through her belly. Her fingers tangled in the sheets. The pressure was ecstasy, the slight and tight pressure right there in that cleft just inside her…and if that wasn’t incredible enough, Arthur pushed two then three then four fingers inside of her, filling her even as he gently ground the fat smooth pearl into her.
She’d never been brought to orgasm so quickly in her life, not even when she was a hormone-addled teenager. She came with a sudden cry as an electric current spiked through her body. Her vagina contracted sharply around Arthur’s fingers, and it seemed an eternity her shoulders hovered off the bed, her body frozen in place, before she collapsed back onto the pillow.
As she lay there, utterly spent and insensate, Arthur pushed the pearl deep into her cunt, all the way to her cervix. Then he rose over her, mounted and entered her. He fucked her slowly with long deep strokes and every time the tip of his cock touched the pearl she felt a sweet spasm of pleasure again.
She lay on her back and watched Arthur lose himself inside of her in the candlelight, watched his lips part and his face tighten, watched his muscles move and the long strong cords of his neck and shoulders tense.
She ran her hands over his chest as he moved inside of her and she memorized every second of this moment, this gorgeous young man making love to her as if he’d die if he didn’t.
A sob escaped her throat and at once Arthur’s arms were around her clinging to her. “Regan.”
“Don’t stop.” She wrapped her legs around his back. “I’ll die if you stop.”
“Then I’ll never stop,” he said and it seemed he wouldn’t. He rode her with long and tender strokes. It felt like the pearl inside her touched the tip of her spine. Her body tensed again, tingling and when he came she came with him. The one part of her brain still thinking rationally reminded her that the French called orgasm “the little death.” Every time she came she died in Arthur’s arms. That’s how she wanted to go when the time came, in his arms.
When it was over and done, he lay on top of her, cradling her against his heart.
She wanted to live.
She’d thought she’d accepted the inevitable end, but now, in his arms, she knew she’d only accepted dying in her old life, with Sir Jack, when death might have been a relief.
Not with Arthur. With Arthur, a thousand years in his arms wouldn’t be enough.
She said into his ear, quietly but sternly, “You aren’t allowed to ask me to marry you. We can keep going like this, but not forever. I don’t have forever to give you but I’ll give you what I can.”
What she could give him was until he went away to join his regiment and she went…somewhere, somewhere away from him so he could get on with his life and forget she existed.
“Do you understand?” she said.
He nodded. “Should we go and look at the book?”
She knew he was trying to