"Yes," Livia answered. "You have helped me quite a number of times already. Some you do not even know about. Let me help you with this before it becomes unbearable."
Henry exhaled slowly. Unbearable was a polite word for what was happening to him. The warmth that had begun as an irritation had now settled. It pulled at his thoughts, dragged at his control, his body demanded attention. "You have no experience," he said, the objection sounded weaker than he intended.
"I've been learning," she replied and stepped closer, reaching for the ties of his robe and began to loosen them. The fabric gave easily, falling open and then slipping from his shoulders altogether.
"Livia…" he said again.
The heat in his body, which had been spreading, unsettled and wild, finally narrowed into a single, undeniable focus. It settled in his cock, pulling his breath with it. He felt it responding, rising, throbbing, impossible to ignore.
