Gently with her hands

"Hush, Edmund," Lucy said, tasting his given name on her tongue again. "Let me help."

She reached out and took his flagging prick in her hand, feeling the moisture of her sheath upon it. She cupped his balls and gently squeezed the shaft.

"Did you not know?" Lucy said, looking him in the eyes.

"Know?" Edmund said, frowning.

"How much you have given me with your manhood, Edmund," she said. "You have taken me a thousand times, not just to your own pleasure. You have given me Annie. Has not Lucy Longbottom been nearly the wife to you that Clarissa is?"

"Lucy..." he hissed. "Lucy?"

"Nay, more," Lucy said. "How often does Clarissa turn you away? Does she take pleasure in your body, Edmund? Or is it merely duty?"

"Lucy?"

She fixed his eyes with hers. "Edmund. I desire you. Bring yourself to me in pleasure. But earn my love. I am no longer your plaything." She felt a twitch in his organ. "Stand for me, Edmund." She stroked his length.

"Ahhh," Edmund sighed. His prick swelled in Lucy's hands. "Woman, you..." He closed his eyes.

"Tell me you would give me up, and I will let you go," Lucy said. "Tell me it is ****, it is adultery. Tell me it is disgrace, and I shall release you. Your word. Tell me true."

Edmund opened his eyes. "I cannot give you up. Oh, Lucy." His face was like stone, but his eyes betrayed him. A tear rolled from the corner of his eye and down his cheek.

"Would you be the lover of Lucy, Lady Downs?" she asked. His prick was almost firm in her hand. Almost.

"I would, I must."

"Kiss me, Edmund." She tilted her face up to his.

His lips met hers for the first time. A bit of stubble scratched her chin. As their lips pressed and warmed one another, Lucy felt Edmund's shaft harden fully.

"Take me," she whispered.