Her reply left no doubt as to what she wanted, and Emrys was shocked. It wasn't the request itself; given everything he'd been involved in over the years, being slightly less gentle in bed was almost tame. He wasn't even necessarily shocked that she would have such a desire or the courage to express it, even though they'd just talked about her unwillingness to break so fully with the norms society established for her. He was mostly shocked that he'd managed to carry on a relationship with her this long without uncovering this piece of her. He'd been so convinced that when she'd said all these coded things tonight she'd been looking for a way to steer the conversation back to what she'd interrupted on their last meeting. He'd never even suspected that things might play out this way.
Perhaps the two were related, though — perhaps seeing him with gold earrings and on his way to places unknown had given her the courage to speak up about desires she had that didn't fit the mold of propriety. Or perhaps (this line of thinking was a little painful but it occurred to him all the same) she thought he was only engaged with other people because he had appetites that she couldn't satisfy, and she was only bringing it up now in a desperate bid to keep him loyal. He hoped she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable with the subject that she'd need to go to such lengths, but if she did he'd find out soon enough. Enthusiasm for being held down and teased wasn't easily feigned. He couldn't climax again so soon after she'd just finished him (maybe if he'd met her at twenty instead of nearly forty), but he could certainly pleasure her. If she was only saying this to appease him, he'd call her bluff.
"My darling lady," he said, shifting his weight so that he could push her off of him and into a sitting position on the couch. Emrys climbed over her lap and found each of her wrists with his hands, pinning her in place on the sofa. "You had only to ask," he said with a smirk, before roughly pressing his mouth to hers.
Perhaps the two were related, though — perhaps seeing him with gold earrings and on his way to places unknown had given her the courage to speak up about desires she had that didn't fit the mold of propriety. Or perhaps (this line of thinking was a little painful but it occurred to him all the same) she thought he was only engaged with other people because he had appetites that she couldn't satisfy, and she was only bringing it up now in a desperate bid to keep him loyal. He hoped she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable with the subject that she'd need to go to such lengths, but if she did he'd find out soon enough. Enthusiasm for being held down and teased wasn't easily feigned. He couldn't climax again so soon after she'd just finished him (maybe if he'd met her at twenty instead of nearly forty), but he could certainly pleasure her. If she was only saying this to appease him, he'd call her bluff.
"My darling lady," he said, shifting his weight so that he could push her off of him and into a sitting position on the couch. Emrys climbed over her lap and found each of her wrists with his hands, pinning her in place on the sofa. "You had only to ask," he said with a smirk, before roughly pressing his mouth to hers.
Lou made this! <3