But he didn’t want her to think that reciprocity was required. “Sweet, your pleasure is enough—”
He bit off a groan as his erection fell into her waiting hands. His randy cock had no scruples whatsoever. It twitched eagerly at her touch, the bulbous head nudging at her palms. With paralyzing pleasure, he watched as her slender fingers petted the thick, veined beast.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said.
“Hmm?” God, he loved her hands. They were meant to frig him.
“You know what you did to me beneath the wardrobe?”
Devil and damn. She couldn’t mean…
Swallowing, he said, “Which part, lass?”
“You know… when you kissed me… down there?”
Shedidmean that. Lust roared over him. “When I kissed your pussy, you mean?”
Pink-cheeked, she nodded. “Could I do the same… for you?”
Christ. Fierce arousal gripped him as he struggled for a proper response. His cock, being more forthright, showed its enthusiasm by releasing another droplet of seed. They both gazed at the pearly bead… and then, as if all this were happening in some fevered fantasy of his, she bent her head and licked it off.
Bloody. Fucking. Hell.
Pleasure punched him, reverberating in every sinew, bone, and cell of his being. Her licks were tentative, whisper-soft, and they made him harder and hotter than he’d ever been. This was the sort of thing he’d only paid for, never expected from a lady—and one who he meant to make his viscountess, no less. But watching Violet’s little pink tongue lap at his turgid shaft, feeling the indescribable bliss of those velvety lashes, he knew there was no going back.
If she was open to this, hell, who was he to argue? Like he’d said to her, who was to say what was proper or not between them? They would make their own bloody rules.
He planned to teach her all sorts of sports. Why not begin with this? With brimming anticipation, he threaded his fingers through her silken tresses and guided her lips to the head of his cock.
“Take me in your mouth,” he said huskily. “Suck me.”
Understanding dawned in her eyes. Her lips closed around his crown, and she proceeded to drive him out of his ever-loving mind. She took to fellatio like a fish to water; what she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm and,goddamn, native ability. His fingers tightened against her scalp as she bobbed on his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper. Closer and closer to the point of no return.
Heat frothed in his bollocks, and he knew he was close.
He didn’t want to come alone.
In a swift motion, he moved so that he was lying fully on his back, pulling her hips to straddle his head. Her surprised gasp puffed against his erection as he yanked her pussy down onto his waiting mouth. He licked her dripping slit, spearing her tight sheath with his tongue while his fingers diddled her pearl. She wentwildfor him, riding his mouth, cramming his cock into her own as if she meant to swallow him whole.
It was too much. Beyond pleasure. Beyond anything.
“Lass, I’m going to spend,” he gasped in warning. “Move aside…”
But she wouldn’t be dislodged. Instead, she took him even more eagerly, his eyes rolling back in his head when he butted the silken end of her throat. Hot ecstasy stabbed through his balls. Seed geysered up his shaft, and then he exploded in her mouth. At the same time, her honey squirted against his lips, and he feasted on that rare nectar like a starved man, growling as his climax rocked him to the core.
Afterward, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her reverently. The taste of himself on her lips was intensely erotic… and a little worrisome.
“Violet, was that… all right?” he ventured.
“I’m not sure.” She gave him a dreamy smile. “Maybe we should try it again?”
With a relieved chuckle, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He tucked her in.
“Don’t go,” she mumbled. “Stay with me, Richard.”
“Time for you to sleep, love.”
“I’m not tired.” She yawned. “We could… stay up and talk…”
