Before he could reply, her mouth was on him. She licked the underside of his shaft, and he groaned in response as he gently put his hand on the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair. “Keep your eyes on me while you suck me,” he said softly. “I want to see you.”
She looked up at him, and even though he could not see much in the dim light, he could picture her warm, brown eyes looking up at him, full of trust and happiness. He would not have it any other way.
“Good girl,” he whispered to her. “Now open your mouth wider. Take me all the way in, as far as I can go.”
She took him farther into her mouth until the tip of his shaft reached the back of her throat. She coughed slightly and started to pull back, but he tightened his grip on the back of her head.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Focus on breathing through your nose for me. Deep breaths. That’s it. Good girl.”
She took deep breaths through her nose as she stayed frozen, with his shaft halfway in her mouth. He slowly pushed himself in more, only going a little at a time so she could get used to him. Soon, he was all the way inside her mouth, and she was practically swallowing him down.
He only held her there for a second or two, savoring the feeling of it, before he let her go.
She pulled back, gasping and coughing. “Heavens,” she said, wiping her mouth. “You are so big. It will be difficult getting used to that.” She looked up at him with a smile. “I think I will enjoy practicing until I can take you easily, however.”
Her words sent affection and arousal through him. Affection because her innocent eagerness to please him was incredibly cute and beautiful. Arousal because he could not help but think about all the nights to come, where she could ‘practice’ on him. “You did so well for me,” he said, taking off his coat. He laid it on the ground so it covered the cobblestone path in the garden. “Lie down on your back.”
She didn’t hesitate to crawl into the coat and lie down on her back. She smiled up at him. “Is this acceptable, Your Grace?”
“Of course, my love,” he said. “But what have I told you about calling me Your Grace when we are alone?”
“But it’s so much fun to tease you,” she said. “Especially when you get all commanding like this.”
He chuckled. “I know, my love. But I would much rather hear you say my name.” He settled himself between her legs and slowly slid her linen nightgown over her legs to expose her sex. “Of course, if I do my job right, then you will have no choice but to scream it to the high heavens.”
She shivered a little at that, which sent a rush of pleasure through him. He wanted to take her right then and there. Hewanted to claim her completely, there on the ground. But he would respect her wishes and wait one more day.
He gently spread her legs further to fully expose her most intimate area. He palmed it with his hand. “You are already so wet for me,” he said. “You must have enjoyed taking me in your mouth.”
He teased her entrance with the tip of his finger, wishing to slip it inside of her, but holding back. Instead, he lowered himself down, so he was resting on his elbows, and he could smell her sweet scent. He licked her, and she cried out.
Evan chuckled. “Careful, sweetheart. Or you will wake up the neighbors.”
She muttered a very unladylike curse in response, which only amused him further.
He used his fingers to spread apart her lower lips, exposing the sensitive little bud. He started to tease it with his tongue, licking it over and over while she squirmed in response. Her whimpers and sighs were muffled. He glanced up to see that she had covered her mouth with her hand to keep quieter.Good girl.
He grabbed her hips, letting his fingernails sink into her skin just slightly as he licked her harder, tasting her like a starving man tasting food for the first time in weeks. Fuck, she was perfect.
Her entire body began to shake, and he knew she was on the verge of climaxing.Let go, my love. Give your pleasure to me.
She let out a shuddering, almost silent gasp as she climaxed. He licked up every trace of it, savoring her taste. They had only been together a precious handful of times, and he was already addicted to her.
Joanna was still trembling as he sat up. Gently, he gathered her in his arms, arranging her on his lap, before draping his coat over his shoulders. “Are you all right?” he asked. Perhaps it was too much, especially late at night, in the garden.
She must be chilled. Maybe she would even catch a cold from being out like this, with only a thin nightgown.He wondered if he would ever forgive himself if she were sick on her wedding day.
“I am perfectly well,” she said as she buried her face in his chest. “Do not fret over me.”
He chuckled. “I am going to be spending the rest of my life fretting over you. I suggest you accept that fact now.” He kissed the tip of her head. “Let’s get you inside. Thank you for meeting me one last time before tomorrow.”
She sighed and stood up before handing him back his coat and brushing herself off. “Will you be able to get home all right?”
He nodded. “My carriage is waiting for me a block away. Allow me to walk you to your door.”
She tucked her arm in his and rested her head against his shoulder as they walked out of the gardens. Warmth spread through his chest from the casual touch. As much as he enjoyed teasing her to the point of ecstasy, he liked these quiet moments more. These moments were when they provided comfort for each other, just because they could. There was some quiet beauty in it, and he could not believe he had been planning to deprive himself of those moments by staying a bachelor forever.
When they reached the front door, he looked around to make sure they were not being watched. But because it was so late, the streets were empty. He relaxed, knowing he didn’t expose her to a scandal again.
