“You were right about one thing,” she told him instead in the aftermath of the climaxes he had given her. She dropped her skirts back into place. “You made me forget all about the mutton pie.”
The smile he gave her melted some of the ice in her heart. “You are bloody well right I did.”
Chapter Fourteen
THIRTEEN DAYS TOconvince his wife to remain his wife.
Jack sighed and grasped his cock. Since last night at dinner, he had been sporting a perpetual erection. And Nell had taken all the pleasure he had given her and promptly fled to the sanctity of her chamber. He had taken a cold bath to dampen his ardor. It had not worked.
He had then lain alone in his bed, gripping himself to thoughts of a golden-haired siren who owned his heart. Her cunny had been so sweet on his tongue. Sweeter than honey. And watching her come undone had been an erotic art all its own. She had been as desperate for him as he was for her, undulating against him, thrusting herself into his mouth.
How glorious she had been, making him beg to pleasure her. And how satisfying it had been to show her she was just as mindless for him as he was for her. The attraction between them had always been there, burning hot. Threatening to consume. And he could not help but to feel if he continued wearing down her resistance by appealing to her desires, he could perhaps find his way back to her heart.
Still, he did not seem any closer to convincing her to end this divorce nonsense by this morning’s bright light than he had been last night when he had been thrashing her dripping cunny with his tongue.
His ballocks tightened as remembrance hit him. Her taunting words returned to him now.
It will only be your hand you are fucking, Jack. Not this cunny.
Damn her.
He needed release, and it would seem he was the only one willing to provide it at the moment. But he would bide his time. He would do whatever she wished. And he would seek out every opportunity to tear down her walls with lovemaking.
He could not bite back his moan as he thought of her on the dining room table, her legs spread, completely on display for him. Of the way she had rocked against him, until she had commanded all his senses. Of the slickness of her desire coating his tongue.
A bead of mettle leaked from the tip of his cock as he stroked harder. He imagined fucking her cunny hard, getting himself all wet and slippery with her juices. He imagined her moaning beneath him, wanting more. He would go slowly at first, feeding her his cock in shallow thrusts…
“Fuck,” he cried out as he spent, his seed spurting all over his abdomen in thick jets. He tightened his grip as the last of his climax thundered through him.
His heart was pounding, his breaths uneven. She had turned him into a slavering, lust-ridden beast. Jack’s head fell back against his pillows.
Suddenly, the door adjoining his chamber to Nell’s flew open.
“Jack? Is something amiss?” she asked, sweeping into the chamber, wearing nothing more than her night rail.
He did not bother to cover himself.
Her eyes went wide as she stopped, taking in the scene before her. “Oh!”
He was sure he looked like a satyr, lying there with his limp cock and his seed coating his belly. “Close the door, if you please,” he told her.
“I…forgive me.” Her cheeks went red. She closed the door as he had asked. “I ought to have knocked first. It is merely that I heard a cry…”
He hoped to hell her lady’s maid was not next door, but if she was, the last thing he wanted was for the poor woman to get a peek at his depravity.
“I was following my lady’s orders,” he told her calmly.
And already, his much-abused prick was twitching back to life now that Nell was almost within reach once more.
She swallowed, her gaze dipping to his burgeoning cockstand. “My orders?”
“Your orders,” he agreed, stroking himself once more. “I believe your instructions were to take my cock in hand and think of you. Were they not, Nell?”
Her lips opened, then closed. “I may have said something similar.”
“Oh, you did.” He smiled at her, stroking again. “You told me you wanted me to come hard, thinking about the way you tasted and how desperate I was to have you on my tongue. And I did that, Nellie. I stroked myself just like this, and I thought about how your cunny was like nectar on my tongue, and I thought about how you rode my face and how much you liked it—”
“Stop!” Her cheeks darkened, and even her ears went red. “Do not continue, you scoundrel. That was perfectly depraved of you to do in the midst of dinner. All of it.”
