She shifted her thighs together. “Hmm. A very diplomatic answer. Perhaps you need more information to compare.” Tilting her head, she licked the underside of his shaft, following the course of a thick vein than ran its length. She’d heard enough bawdy talk at the prison to know men could derive pleasure from a woman’s mouth. She could only hope she’d please Julius. His crown peeked out from the surrounding skin, glistening with moisture. She suckled at the tip. He tasted of salt and musk, and she drew harder.
Julius groaned. He pushed her hair back from her face and gripped her head in his hands. Chest heaving, he stared at where her lips touched his flesh. “Amanda, you don’t have to do this. I don’t expect reciprocity.”
“I know I don’t have to.” She held his throbbing flesh to her cheek. This man demanded nothing from her, took nothing. “And that’s why I want to.” Sliding her hand down, she tightened the skin of his shaft and licked his length again. She rolled her tongue around the crown, dug the tip into the small crevice.
He moaned.
“As this is my first time,” she said, swiping her tongue across the soft sac of his bollocks, “I welcome any instruction.”
“You’re doing marvelously.” He watched her under heavy-lidded eyes as she stroked and licked his cock, pausing to suckle the tip from time to time.
His legs shifted. “Can you …?”
She lifted her head but kept her hand moving, from his base to the crown and back again. “Yes?”
“Take me deeper.” He covered her hand with his and tightened her grip. “When you suck, take me as deep as you’re able.”
Rising up on her knees, she enclosed her lips around him and sucked him into her mouth as far as was comfortable. He moaned, gripping her head but letting her maintain her pace. She looked into his eyes intently, loving the pleasure she saw there.
He tightened his right hand in her hair and dropped his left to her breast. He rolled her nipple and pinched hard to match the deep draw she took. She whimpered, the sound muffled as he drew her head closer.
The apex of her thighs grew slick. Her core ached. She sucked harder. She let his shaft slide over her tongue until it nudged the back of her throat. Her body involuntarily swallowed.
His hand jerked in her hair, making her eyes sting, before he relaxed his hold. “Do that again,” he breathed.
She tried. Her body rebelled, and she had to pull back for some deep breaths, before going in again. A bead of liquid oozed from his tip, and she licked it away. She wanted to taste all of him. Swallowing his head, she bobbed up and down, gripping his base with both hands. She squeezed her thighs together and whimpered.
With his hand guiding her movements, she took him deeper each slide until she developed a pattern. Her mind blanked as her body focused on this one act. Her throat loosened, and she inched him deeper.
His scent filled her nose. His taste was imprinted on her tongue. In that moment, he was her world.
Her whispered name roused her from her stupor.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “Put your hand between your legs, and stroke yourself, just like this.” He caressed the side of her breast. “I want to watch your face as you come, feel the vibration of your moans around my cock as you break apart.”
He took control of her head, smoothing out the up and down motion, slowing the pace. Leaving her free to concentrate on her own pleasure. Slowly, she eased her fingers between her thighs. Touching herself in front of Julius, felt … wicked. Wanton. Like something one of Madame Sable’s girls would do.
At the first glide of her fingers against her clit, she stopped thinking about propriety. She widened her legs and rubbed harder.
“Easy.” Licking his thumb, Julius circled her nipple. “Slow, like this.” He shifted his hips. “Brush your fingers down your lips and ease two into that sweet cunny. Get them good and wet. Then glide them in circles around your little bud.”
Amanda obeyed. Somehow, her foray into taking control had rebounded. From the hand at her head to the commands he gave, Julius was directing the show.
If her body wasn’t on fire, and her mouth hadn’t been full, she would have one or two choice things to say about that.
Her fingers slipped through her folds, circling her clit faster and faster. With her other hand, she pressed Julius’s hand tight to her breast. He got the message and tugged on her nipple, rolling it to a hard point. Sensation shot from her breast to her core. Her fingers faltered, gave one last swirl, and her body pulsed with pleasure.
She moaned, and Julius twitched in her mouth.
“Mother of God.” Threading his fingers through the hair at her scalp, he brushed her cheek with his thumb. “That was beautiful.” After she recovered her breath, he urged her head lower. “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth, and you’re going to take it all down. Isn’t that right, mouse?”
Yes. She wanted that, too. She clutched at his trousers, and let the feel of him rolling against her tongue, scraping against the roof of her mouth, subsume her. She wanted his release, as much as he’d wanted hers.
He thrust his hips to meet her mouth. His heaving breaths melded with the crackling of the fire. “I’m going to …”
Amanda sucked him as deep as she could, felt him jerk, and liquid heat coated the back of her throat. She swallowed and watched his eyes slide close, saw his cheeks stain the color of brick. He groaned, loud and long, and satisfaction oozed through her body.
When he sagged back into the chair, a boneless heap, she eased her mouth up his length. She licked around the crown, cleaning him up, and he made a sound of protest. “No more. I beg of you.”
