At Hawk’s quirked brow, she clarified, “That is, um, Iwantto, but my, um, monthly visitor has arrived.”
“I see.” His manner turned solicitous. “Are you having any discomfort, my dear?”
“No.” She fiddled with a button on his waistcoat. “I feel fine. In fact, I was thinking…”
“Yes, love?”
“That perhaps I could, um, pleasure you?” Peering up at him, she slid her gloved palm downward. Heady arousal filled her when she encountered his hard, pulsing length. “Help you with this?”
“Now?” he asked in a low voice.
“No time like the present.”
Feeling very bold, she slipped off the bench and knelt between his legs. Her skirts rustled against the bouncing floor of the carriage. His eyes gleaming, Hawk cupped her jaw, and she gloried in his strong touch.
“What a naughty minx you are,” he murmured. “Offering to perform fellatio on your husband. In a carriage, no less.”
Her tummy flipped at his wicked words. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He rolled his eyes, eliciting a giggle from her.
Then he unfastened his trousers and the sight of his rampant erection stoppered her laughter. Her pussy clenched in longing as he fisted his huge shaft, drawing forth a milky droplet on the engorged head.
“Have a taste,” he said.
His husky command, the way he held his cock out to her like an offering flooded her with desire. Eagerly, she dipped her head and swirled her tongue over the fat, swollen crown. Hawk’s growl of approval and his salty essence set fire to her senses. Hungrily, she took more of him, drawing him into her mouth.
“That’s it, sweeting,” he said thickly. “You suck my cock so well. Take more.”
Relaxing her jaw, she managed to fit more of his length inside. Stretching her lips around his thick girth, she bobbed her head, aroused by the feel of him inside her this way. His harsh pants and the way he clutched her hair filled her with a sense of feminine power. Wild with the need to pleasure her lover, she dove deeper, gagging when he lodged too deep in her throat.
She came up gasping.
Hawk rubbed his thumbs over the wetness at the corners of her eyes. Even in the dimness, his face radiated savage wonder.
“So goddamned beautiful,” he rasped. “And you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Just as you’re mine,” she said in a sultry whisper.
“Possessive chit.” His mouth crooked into a brief grin. Tracing her lips with a blunt fingertip, he said, “I want to have your mouth in a different way.”
Shivering with anticipation, she nodded.
He stood and turned her around so that she was kneeling with her back against the bench. His turgid cock bobbing with the vehicle’s movements, he grabbed hold of the carriage strap to keep his balance.
His legs planted firmly, he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and keep them there, love.”
She did as she was told, feeling his corded strength beneath her palms. With his free hand, he cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair and bringing her lips to his erection. The glossy tip, ripe as a plum, made her mouth pool. She wanted to pleasure him the way he’d so often pleasured her. To explore their love without limits.
Until his dying breath, Hawk would remember this carriage ride. Never had he imagined a marriage like this, in which he would possess the heart of his sweet lady and burn in the fires of their wicked passion. He’d never felt this close to a woman…never wanted to do such hot, filthy things to one.
“Open for me,” he said huskily. “Let me have that sweet mouth of yours.”
Fiona parted her lips like an acolyte ready to worship at his altar. With one hand, he held on to the leather strap. With the other, he steadied her head and pushed into her mouth, groaning as her velvety warmth engulfed him.By Jove, that was fine. Better yet was the way she looked up at him: the beguiling sparkle in her eyes told him she was enjoying herself nearly as much as he was. Nearly.
He'd always admired Fiona’s achievement-oriented spirit. She excelled at everything she did, and fellatio was no exception. With just a little practice, she was learning to drive him out of his mind. She kept her jaw loose, letting him thrust freely into her lush opening. His knees weakened when her tongue flicked friskily at his plunging head. When she hollowed her cheeks, adding suction, he bit out an oath.
“You are getting too bloody good at this,” he said between ragged breaths.
