“Because this isn’t something a lady does. When a woman has her mouth on him like that, he thinks of her…”
“How does he think of her?” Her features were soft and feminine in the light of the single taper. And her lips… Her lips were plump and glistening.
When he didn’t answer, she added, “What are you thinking now?”
“I’m not thinking much of anything at all, to be quite honest. All the blood seems to have left my brain.”
“Simon, you’ve given me… enormous pleasure and received little in return. I want to do this. I want to… know you.”
“But you’re wrong. I’ve loved everything we’ve done. I fall asleep dreaming of your taste.”
Her eyes widened and then she lowered her lashes. “I want to fall asleep dreaming of yours.”
She wanted him in her mouth? “You might not like it, he warned.”
“I’ll stop if that’s the case.” She looked so very earnest.
“Pinch my leg,” he said. “When you want me to stop. And pinch hard otherwise I may not notice.
She licked her lips. “Very well, then.” She pressed her hand against his chest. “Hush now, then, and lay back and let me love you.”
Violet touched her tongue to the velvety soft skin. This was something she had been thinking about ever since he’d pleasured her in the Duke of Blackheart’s bedchamber.
And the idea had grown.
The day before, she’d located an illustrated book in Greystone’s library—on the very top shelf located in a difficult spot near the hearth. Having caught her cousin hastily returning it to that spot when she’d been in London as a debutante, she’d ignored its existence all this time but suspected it might be helpful for when the time came to speak with Posy.
So she’d recently sought it out and gone through it quite thoroughly—in the spirit of education.
One of the drawings had portrayed a woman being pleasured orally by a man. Looking at it had made her heart race… Because the actual act had been nothing less than spectacular.
There had also been a drawing of a man being pleasured this way. He’d had his hand on the woman’s hair and more than half his cock disappeared into the woman’s mouth.
She once would have considered such an act demeaning—vulgar.
But it had only sent her heart racing more quickly. And she’d wondered…
With that image in mind, Violet took the entire head of his cock into her mouth. Simon tensed beneath her, and she took more of him.
He groaned. “You really don’t have to.”
He’d told her to pinch his leg if she wanted him to stop. It was an odd sort of direction. Surely, she could simply stop.
She rolled her tongue around his girth, which was a considerable feat. Not only was he tall and broad-shouldered, but her precious butler was well-endowed otherwise.
She explored his length, cupping his bollocks, growing bolder with her mouth.
Simon had grown quiet, his muscles tensed.
She turned her head, releasing him with a soft plopping sound. “Don’t you like it?”
In fact, he appeared rather pained. He stared down at her with hooded eyes. “I like it too much.”
“What are you thinking, then?”
“That I cannot allow myself to get carried away. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“What would you be thinking if you weren’t worried about that?”
