He grasped a handful of her unbound hair, gently guiding her, showing her what he wanted. “Take me in your mouth, darling. Just as you did before. As much of me as you can.”
And she did. His cock glided past her lips, straight into the back of her throat. She made a low hum of approval. It required the exertion of all Decker’s inner restraint to keep from coming then and there. He bit his lip, forced himself to remain still and allow her complete control over him.
She moved tentatively at first, up and down his shaft. When a groan escaped him as she ran her tongue over the slit on his cock, she slanted a coquette’s glance up at him. The realization she was enjoying giving every bit as much as he enjoyed receiving her attentions made him harder.
He sifted his fingers through the luxurious waves of her dark hair, watching his cock go in and out of her pretty lips. He owned hundreds of erotic lithographs, paintings, and sculptures. He had read the most depraved accounts of sexual congress printed in the English language. And yet, the sight of Jo sucking him was the most carnal, beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She licked the underside of his cock, grasping him at the base and squeezing. “How am I doing, sir?”
There it was again,sir.
He had only just introduced her to amorous role playing, but she was a quick learner.
“Wonderfully,” he gritted. “Too wonderful. If you continue much longer, I will spend in your mouth.”
Her gaze met his once more. “I want you to.”
She took him in her mouth again, sucking. He could not keep himself from pumping his hips. He reached the back of her throat once more.Paradise.Fire shot down his spine. His ballocks tightened. He was close to the edge.
“I am going to, Josie,” he warned. “If you do not stop…”
But the minx did not stop. Instead, she took him deeper. The frayed thread of his control snapped. He was powerless. Mindless. His orgasm was fast and furious, his ballocks clenching as pleasure so intense it was almost violent rocked through him. He pumped again, bucking against her as he came down her throat.
She swallowed, draining him, taking every drop of his spend.
Panting, his heart pounding, he staggered when she disengaged from him, her lips slick with saliva and his mettle. He had never experienced such a rush, such a potent pinnacle, from a woman’s mouth.
His breath still ragged, he tucked himself back into his trousers and refastened them before taking her hands in his and helping her to her feet. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth swollen, and her hair was deliciously wild around her beautiful face. He kissed her forehead reverently, a new tenderness for her bursting open inside his chest.
“Thank you, darling,” he managed to say. “That was…there are no words.”
He hauled her into his arms, embracing her, wondering if he could keep her here thus, forever. Wondering if they ever had to leave this room. He felt quite sure he could be content for eternity with her in his arms. Mayhap a servant to deliver food occasionally…
She embraced him in return. “Decker?”
He kissed her crown. “Yes,bijou?
Her arms tightened. “I love you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Silence reigned inDecker’s study following Jo’s ill-timed confession. He had stiffened in her arms.
Excellent, Jo. Perfect way to ruin the moment.
“That is to say, I love that you brought me cream ice in the midst of your day,” she added stupidly as she released him and stepped away. She flashed him a smile she hoped was bright and cheerful, not at all forced. Just as she hoped her heated cheeks were not flushed a furious shade of red. “That was so very thoughtful of you.”
The words had slipped from her. After learning about the woman in his past who had jilted him, and then returning to find him awaiting her with cream ice, she had been moved to do something to show him the depth of her feeling for him. Decker was a wonderful man. Tender, considerate, kind, and witty. Hard-working, intelligent, compassionate. He made her laugh, he charmed her, he brought her to the heights of passion again and again. He made her feel worshiped.
And she had wanted him to feel the same. She had not, however, meant to tell him she loved him. Not now. Not yet. Mayhap not ever. At least, not until she could be more certain he felt the same way. Her feelings were too new, her heart too afraid of being shattered. If he did not love her back—indeed, if his heart would forever belong to the woman who had come before her—Jo was not certain how she would cope.
“If this is the response I get when I bring you cream ice, I shall do it every day,” he teased then, dragging her from the heaviness of her thoughts.
Wonderful man. She bit her lip. “You were pleased?”
He kissed her swiftly. “Could you not tell, darling? I was extraordinarily well-pleased.”
Had she saved herself from abject humiliation? The tension had seemingly fled from him. Perhaps they could pretend she had not made such an embarrassing blunder.
