Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(16)

“Not in that way, silly.” Pru was openly laughing at him. “My mother would never be swayed from her love for my father by a handsome younger man.”

His brows rose. “You believe me handsome, then?”

“Tolerably so,” she drawled. “But the reason I asked about how well you know my mother,” she continued determinedly, “was because she has very…positive views on how a lady should or should not behave, in the bedchamber and out of it.”

“There is more than her telling you how to pleasure yourself?”

Pru’s cheeks grew warm. “She spoke with Cilla and me when we reached our sixteenth birthday. Explained…well, I am sure you know what she explained,” she dismissed impatiently. “We already knew about all that, of course. I had read several books on the subject—”

“You had?”

“My father has a whole top shelf of a bookcase on erotic literature he no doubt assumes we cannot reach or would not dare to read.”

“But you did both.” It was a dry statement, not a question.

“Of course I did. Anyway, some I read and some of them only had pictures. I, of course, passed all the information I found along to Cilla. She did not believe half of what I told her,” she added affectionately.

“I am sure you managed to convince her otherwise.”

Pru gave him a reproving glance. “Then, of course, my mother gave us her little talk about the marriage bed, and also explained how we might pleasure ourselves until we were married, something Cilla and I tried the moment we were back in our bedchambers. After we had both reached the pinnacle of that pleasure, Cilla had no choice but to give credence to the other things I had told her.”

“I fail to see…”

“That is because you have not allowed me to finish.” She tutted. “During her talk, my mother also told us that a woman must be a lady in public, always, but when in the bedchamber, there are…things a man and woman do together which are completely private to them and, if by mutual consent, are no one else’s business but their own.”

Romney shifted uncomfortably. “Such as?”

“Such as the gentleman spanking the lady.” She eyed him with amusement. “The use of ropes or silk handkerchiefs to subdue one partner or the other during lovemaking. That there is more than one place a gentleman might put his cock. Between a lady’s legs, of course, but also in her mouth, and then again—”

“I believe I now have the gist of the conversation,” the viscount interrupted hastily.

Pru eyed him curiously. “Am I embarrassing you?”

“Not in the least.” The clearing of his throat gave lie to that claim. “But I do find it incredible that your mother should have discussed such things with you and your sister.”

“Why?”

“Well. Because… A lady does not normally—”

“My mother is every inch a lady,” she defended. “She is also forward thinking in her belief a woman should have the same physical pleasure as a man. Would you not enjoy it if I were to take your cock into my mouth?”

“Of course. But—”

“Did you not enjoy spanking me?” She already knew of her own pleasure in the act…

“Very much.” Romney nodded. “I am sure you must have felt the evidence of my enjoyment pressing against your bottom.”

Pru felt a warming between her thighs at the memory of the way the thickened length of Titus’s cock had fitted snugly against the crease of her burning bottom cheeks.

“I see that you did.” Romney nodded.

“But that is the whole point of my mother talking to us in that frank manner. She believes that if a woman is willing to experiment and enjoy sexual acts with her lover or husband that the relationship will flourish rather than stultify into nothing more than politeness, duty, and ultimately, unhappiness.”

“It is one way of looking at things, I suppose.”

“Are your friends happy in their marriages?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“As are my parents.”

Romney closed his eyes briefly. “I am not sure I shall be able to look at either of them again without imagining— I do not wish to think about it further,” he dismissed firmly.

Pru nodded. “Apart from the pleasuring-myself part, I found some of the things my mother said and which I read about and saw in those books hard to believe too until I met you.”

“Now see here—”

“When you spanked me, and I was aroused by it, I finally realized what my mother had meant.”

He gave a pained wince. “I see.”

She looked at him beneath lowered lashes. “That being the case, if there are any other sexual acts you would like us to try—”

“Pru!” he reproved sternly.

She pouted slightly. “I have not touched myself again for the past two days and nights.”

His brows rose. “Because I asked you to wait until we were together again?”

“Yes.”

Romney breathed in deeply. “Does that mean you want me to give you that pleasure again now, before we arrive at Stonewell House?”

Pru had ached these past two days and nights to have Titus’s hands upon her again. But he seemed so shocked by the things she had already said to him, perhaps it would be for the best if—