Cooper sat in the carriage across from his lady hellion and marveled at the week they had spent together. After waking in The Market, they had dressed, with him acting as her lady’s maid, though that had delayed their departure significantly. He had barely laced her corset when his cock had grown hard again, so he bent her over and fucked her against the dressing table.

Once they had arrived home, he had taken her upstairs, and they had locked themselves away for two days. They had opened the door only to allow food and wine to be brought in, and dirty dishes taken away. Finally, they had emerged to find a stack of correspondence awaiting them, as well as his secretary reminding him that he was expected at the Earl of Heathington’s house party.

So it was that a week after their rediscovery of each other at The Market, they found themselves locked in a carriage alone, trundling across the English countryside.

Knowing they would have long hours ahead of them, he had planned for their drive. Now he leaned back against the squabs and eyed his delectable wife. “Remove your bodice, Em.”

She glanced over at him from where she’d been staring out the window. “Why would…oh.”

All week, he’d been surprising her at odd times with various commands. He wanted her to be ready at any time to meet his needs. Only yesterday, he’d demanded she toss up her skirts as he filled her from behind in his study as she’d bent over the desk.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No, sir.” She pulled down the shade, sinking them into a shadowy interior, and unfastened the buttons that lined the top of her traveling dress.

The emerald-green wool parted to reveal her corset and chemise. To his pleasure, she wore a traveling corset that offered her more flexibility…and him more access. After carefully setting her bodice aside, she waited for his next instruction. Her hands fidgeted, suggesting she was still nervous with him.

Ignoring the disappointing tic, he held out one of his own. “Give me your hands.”

He waited one heartbeat, then two, but she settled her hands in his outstretched palm. Desire sprang up within him, shifting from the gentle, ever-present hum when she was near to a loud roar of need. In his pocket, he had stashed an older necktie that was made from the softest cotton. With steady hands, he wrapped it around her wrists and left a loop exposed to attach to the hook on the back of the carriage wall. He’d had it installed earlier that week. After all, one needed a place to hang one’s coat while traveling.

Em said nothing as he raised her arms and slipped the loop over the hook. She smirked at him. “I had wondered why that was there.”

Cooper feigned affront. “Why, madam, I cannot imagine what you are suggesting. That is clearly a coat hook.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Of course it is.”

Now that he had her arranged to his liking, he reached for the front of her corset. This one had more give to it to accommodate a woman sitting for long hours in a carriage while traveling. It also meant that he could easily unhook the front a bit and then later reclose it. With her breasts bared as much as was reasonable, he reached out and cupped one globe. At the same moment her breath hitched, his cock twitched in his trousers.

The earlier surge of need was growing, becoming a low rumble under his tightly held control. He flicked his thumb over her nipple a few times, relishing the way it tightened and furled at his touch. His hellion was as excited as he was at the moment. Shifting downward, he reached for the hem of her skirts.

“Spread your legs for me,” he said.

Once she did as he asked, he lifted her petticoats and hoop to find her sweet pussy exposed by the slit in her pantalets. Unsurprisingly, she was wet for him already. His cock jerked at the sight. Taking the underthings and tucking the hems he held into her bound hands, he freed his own for more useful activities.

Hands on her hips, he scooted her closer to the edge of the carriage seat, and then spread her thighs a bit wider. “Very nice, sweetheart.”

“Cooper?” Still she sounded concerned.

He stroked her inner thighs with his hands and then planted a kiss on each one. “Shhh. Relax. This will feel good…better than good.”

And then he bent over and stroked his tongue over her pink, glistening pussy. The sweetness of her excitement tantalized his tongue, reminding him how much he loved tasting his wife. As he licked with more pressure a second time, her gasp above was muffled by her skirts.

Determined to take his time, he settled on the floor of the carriage and leisurely set to licking and sucking on her swelling flesh. Then he went in search of her clit, flicking the sensitive nub with a ruthlessly slow cadence that had her hips bucking in an attempt to achieve more contact. Savoring the moment, he swirled over the bud and then shifted down to her core. As he changed positions, she moaned, a low throaty sound that stirred the need inside his own body.

But he refused to rush. They had hours to go before they arrived at the house party.

After tucking his hands under her arse, he lifted her slightly and pushed his tongue deep inside her. She groaned, a languid sound full of need and impatience.

“Cooper, please,” she whimpered.

“In time, my hellion,” he said, and then returned to working his tongue in and out of her body.

As he fucked her like that for long minutes, she wiggled and flexed her hips, trying to gain more contact, to find the release she was beginning to so desperately seek.

He wanted her to beg. Wanted to hear her need his cock so badly that she pleaded with him in the most filthy and direct terms to fuck her. Only then would he let her come. So he shoved his tongue inside her again before drawing it out to trace a path up one side of her cunny and down the other, never touching her engorged clit. He continued to tease her, pushing into her hole before sweeping up and around her tingling flesh.

She wiggled and jerked, panting heavily above him.

“Oh God! Please, Cooper. I need…” Her voice trailed off in an anguished cry.

“What do you need, my little hellion? Tell me. Tell me every filthy detail,” he demanded.

She writhed and moaned, her hands still suspended above her head, helpless to help herself. Instead, his little hellion needed him. Needed him to bring her the pleasure she sought. And he would do that for her…very soon.

Returning to his labors, he continued the slow, slippery torture of her sweet pussy, all the while relishing her taste and her reactions. Though he’d prefer to be able to see her face, some things had to be sacrificed in the name of adventure. Her hips bucked sharply, nearly breaking his hold. But he hung on, certain she would break soon. It was important she be able to tell him what she wanted in bed. Tell him anything, really. So, he remained a supplicant to her cunny, licking, lapping, stroking, and filling her with his tongue.

And then she broke. “Please…” she wailed loudly, her pussy dampening her petticoats with the sweetness he had not caught with his tongue. “Please, let me come. Fill me with your cock, shove it deep in my pussy or my arse—I care not—but please make me come hard all over you.”

With those dirty demands ringing in his ears, he growled as he sat back on the bench, opened his trousers, and waved her over. “Come slide down on my shaft. Fill yourself with me as you wish.”

Her cheeks turned a bright magenta as she rose from the opposite bench and lifted her skirts, pushing them back behind her so she could straddle him on her knees.

As she settled into position, he grabbed her waist. “Mmmm. Hold a moment.”

And then he sucked one peaked nipple into his mouth and rolled the tip with his tongue. He loved sucking her tits, since she was neither too small nor overly ripe, making them a perfect mouthful. Then he switched to her other nipple and thoroughly serviced it, as well. By the time he was done, she sat on his lap with his cock nestled in the vee of her legs.

With her hands resting on his shoulders, she rose up, dragging her soaking folds along his stiff shaft until she found his tip. Then she centered herself over him and pressed down.

Cooper wanted to shove her to the floor of the carriage and pound into her, but somehow, he dug deep and found enough restraint to allow her this small bit of control.

Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered herself onto his throbbing erection until her arse was pressed against his rather swollen sac and her mons pressed against his pubic bone. “Oh, God, you feel so good. So long and thick, like you fit me perfectly.”

He managed a grunt as she sat there, her pussy occasionally clamping down on his cock. “Em, I need you to move. Need you to ride my cock—now!”

His command rang out in the carriage and she immediately took action. Rising on her knees, she slid up and then pushed back down his length. The hot, wet slide of her quim was a delicious torture. But one he could take only so much of. Lifting his hand, he slapped her thigh. “Faster, Em. Ride me.”

And she did. She worked herself up to a bruising pace that had his eyes crossing and his toes curling as he prayed he could hold off long enough to see her come. Then she slammed down on his cock and started grinding against him, a new and different sensation that lit up his nerves and had his balls drawing tight. With her no longer bouncing so violently, he leaned into her and captured one breast in his greedy mouth, sucking hard on her swollen nipple.

She cried out and seemed to grow more frantic as she gyrated on top of him, until a resounding yes broke from her lips as she wailed her pleasure. He was quite certain his coachman and outriders had heard her, if not the nearest village. Assured of her ecstasy, he took hold of her hips and lifted her slightly so he could pound out his own release. He slammed up into her once, twice, three times, and then exploded into her as she continued to come all over his cock, as she had requested. Finally, she slumped over him as they both heaved for breath.

As his awareness of their surroundings returned—he’d never come so close to passing out during a climax—he nudged his wife. “Em, are you well?”

With a groan, she nestled deeper into his shoulder, as though she would burrow inside him if she could. Then a light snore sounded from his exhausted wife. Cooper couldn’t contain the grin that split his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and let the rocking of the carriage lull him into a light doze.

* * *

A few hours later, Cooper and Emily had greeted Lord and Lady Heathington and were busy saying hello to many of the other house guests. All of their immediate circle were in attendance; Wolf, Flint, and Linc were there, as were Stone and Theo, Lord and Lady Carlisle, and even Lord and Lady Heartfield. The house party promised to be a lively one. Other guests were mixed in as well, some Cooper recognized, but a few he did not.

He and Stone were chatting when Cooper felt his wife stiffen beside him. “Is all well with you, dear?” he asked, concern drawing him from his conversation with Stone.

Emily smiled, though it failed to reach her beautiful hazel eyes. “I am fine.”

Not wishing to cause a scene, he let his concern go, and after a bit, she seemed to relax. Eventually, the ladies drifted away to join the other women that had gathered near the fireplace. A man joined him and Stone, and his friend made the introductions. “Lord Brougham, may I introduce Lord Fredericks?”

“Delighted.” Cooper greeted the man, shaking hands, and then the three of them settled in to talk of parliament.

A short while later, a fourth man stopped to greet Lord Fredericks, who then introduced Lord Wilton to them. Cooper was sure he should know the man. His name was very familiar, but he was having trouble placing it. Then, as Stone and Lord Fredericks fell into conversation, Wilton turned to Cooper and grinned. “I heard you managed to snare the Winterburn chit. A fine play, if I may say so.”

Cooper stared at the man for a moment. “I’m not sure what you mean, my lord.”

“Oh, you know, I took a run at her once. Found her a bit of a cold fish, if you catch my meaning. But there were rumors about her dowry that made it worth a try,” the man confided as though Cooper were not the cold fish’s husband, or worse, as though he expected him to commiserate.

“My lord, I find my wife to be a wonderfully passionate woman. Perhaps she was not the problem? If you will excuse me.”

And then Cooper turned on his heel and stalked away before he punched the wilted fop in the face.