The Governess Club: Sara

He increased the pressure with his hand, taking control from her and guiding her toward her release. She rode his fingers, allowing them to push her closer to ecstasy until he felt her muscles clench around him. The telltale gasps that signaled the pleasure coursing through her body filled the coach.

When she was finished, Nathan eased his fingers out of her, soothing her pleasured flesh. Sara raised her hands and caressed his cheeks with the back of her knuckles. She kissed him, mouth closed, her lips lingering.

A tugging along his trouser flap caught his attention. “No, Nymph,” he said against her lips. “You don’t have to.”

“Sh. I want to.”

“But—”

“No speaking, Nathan. Just do as you’re told.”

Her words brought a smile to his face. Sara smiled back and resumed their kiss and opened his flap. His erection freed, she traced a circle around the head before trailing along the shaft. A guttural groan echoed in his chest; she used her thumb to smear the pearl of fluid in her hand and wrapped it around him, squeezing as he had taught her.

Nathan broke the kiss, his breathing rapid as she moved her hand, stroking his shaft. She watched him, a sultry smile covering her lips as she demonstrated her power over him. He felt himself nearing completion and fumbled into his pocket, drawing out a handkerchief. He tried to cover his head with it, but Sara took it from him and did it for him, adding her second hand to the fray.

His hips arched and his seed left his body, soiling the cloth over his cock. If it had been any other woman, Nathan would have been embarrassed by his quick response to her attentions. But this was his Nymph. His love.

And she could never know.

She folded the handkerchief and placed it on the floor. Sara sat, still straddling him, looking at him with uncertainty in her eyes. Nathan rubbed her arms and pulled her toward him to settle against his chest. She nestled quickly into her favorite position, her head tucked into his neck. His arms came around her, his hands soothing her back.

They sat like this for several minutes until they heard the road change from dirt to cobblestone.

“Nathan,” she whispered.

“Sh.”

“I need to go.”

“I know.”

Nathan could feel his reluctance binding his arms across her back, but she pulled away and they fell to his sides. She moved back to the other bench and tidied herself, lacing up her dress and ending the last view of her bosom, he was sure, that he would ever see. Nathan did up the falls of his trousers.

The coach slowed and pulled to a stop outside of the inn. Neither of them moved. Nathan said, “Stay here until you hear the horn for the mail coach.”

She nodded her assent.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

She shook her head. He could see tears begin to gather.

“I will be following close behind. Should anything happen, I will be able to assist you.”

She gave him a small smile, her eyes glistening. “Nothing is going to happen.”

“Still.”

The horn sounded. Bloody hell. That hadn’t been long at all. He needed more time. When he didn’t move, she repeated, “I need to go.”

His mouth twisted into a flat line and he opened the door, stepping out to help her. Sawyer had already taken down her portmanteau and was handing it to the other driver. Her hand was soft in his as he led her to the mail coach.

They stopped and Sara turned to look at him. He spoke before she did. “We will see each other, but nothing can betray us. We must act as before.”

“I know.”

“This is it.”

“I know.”

He stood awkwardly, his eyes memorizing her face. “This is it, then,” he repeated.

Her smile was said and she placed her hand on his arm. “Thank you for my adventures, Nathan.” Her voice was quiet, the words straining to reach his ears.

Whatever he would have replied was cut off by the final horn. Nathan had no choice but to help her into the coach. Sara gave a small wave through the window as the door slammed shut and he stepped away. The coach lurched into motion, pulling out of the inn’s yard and disappearing around a corner.

Bloody fucking hell.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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Sara breathed, inhaling his scent. She loved the way he smelled, loved the way it surrounded her, consumed her. She loved the way his musk mingled with his sweat and hers as they made love. When he went into the bathing room, she would press her face to his pillow and simply inhale his presence.