“It is my turn. My turn to pleasure you.”
She surrendered to impulse, to the yearning thumping in her heart, and sank to her knees.
“Evie, are you certain you want to…by Jove.”
Grasping his jutting shaft, she kissed the tip of his cock. While she’d touched him aplenty, she’d never quite worked up the courage to do this. He’d put his mouth on her, but being a gentleman, he had never asked for reciprocity, and she’d never initiated it. Out of fear, she realized. She’d been afraid of exposing her urges—of enjoying carnal pleasures. Wilmington had managed to warp her thinking, making her ashamed of her honest desires.
The primal pleasure on her husband’s face made her wish she hadn’t held back. With him, there was no room for shame, only loving discovery. Easing back the velvety skin, she revealed the slit in his bulging dome and the pearly bead clinging to it. Going with her instincts, she licked it off.
“What a good wife you are, sweetheart.”
The pride and lust gleaming in his eyes filled her with heady joy. She wanted to be his acolyte, to worship him. She wanted to give back to her husband, whose ability to love and forgive was surely divine. With him, she felt the shackles of the past fall free—and she was herself. Weightless and wanton, eager to please the man she loved. As if he gleaned her thoughts, he tipped her chin up, rubbing his thumb over her lips.
“Would you like a lesson on sucking cock, my dear?”
Gracious earth.
Her pussy quivered. “Yes, please.”
He took her hands, placing them on his thighs. “Keep them there.”
When he fisted his cock and brought the thick tip to her lips, she parted them eagerly.
“Wider, darling. I want to get all the way inside.” He tangled his other hand in her hair, guiding her. “Ah—yes. Just so.”
The feel of him sliding in, his meaty weight upon her tongue, overwhelmed her senses. She gazed up, saw his smoldering approval, and felt his fingers clench in her hair as he pushed in. Every inch she managed to take felt like an accomplishment, his guttural praise making her glow with pride. In the act of giving, she felt her own divinity—the power of the love she shared with her husband. Not perfect, easy, or comfortable…but unshakeable. Like the hold he had on her hair as he thrust into her kiss, groaning her name. The fact that she could unravel his restraint thrilled her and emboldened her to try a bit of suction.
“Devil and damn,” he gritted out.
The quivering tension in his thighs told her he must be close. Sure enough, he began to pull away. She responded by sliding her hands to his hard backside, urging him deeper.
“Evie, I cannot hold back?—”
Locking her gaze with his, she dug her fingers into his steely buttocks to communicate what she wanted. What he had once demanded from her. Spend in my mouth. Let me taste your pleasure. Understanding blazed in his eyes, and with a savage sound, he shoved deeper.
“You want it, darling? Here it is,” he growled.
It was only then that she realized he’d been holding back. Now he crammed himself in, and she moaned around his girth. When he nudged her throat, she choked a little, and he went as taut as a bowstring.
“Oh, my sweet Evie.” His gaze was fever-hot. “Here it comes…”
His bliss flooded her mouth, the sensation startling in its intensity. He shuddered as he shot streams of heat down her throat, and still there was more, spilling over her lips. When she sputtered, he pulled out with a groan, fisting his cock and pumping out the rest of his release while she watched, dazed by his magnificence. Tenderly, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her. The realization of what he was tasting sparked a naughty tingle between her thighs. When she squirmed, he broke the kiss.
“Not embarrassed are you, love?” he murmured.
The old Evie would have taken refuge in shyness.
“No.” She squirmed again. “Not exactly.”
Surprise flared in his eyes, and his smile was slow and appreciative.
“Good. Then you won’t be embarrassed by the jewelry I gave you either.”
Puzzled, she canted her head. “Why would I be embarrassed by the diamond necklace?”
“I wasn’t referring to the diamonds, my sweet, but the pearls.”
When he drew his finger over her décolletage, she looked down…and her eyes rounded at the line of pearly droplets dotting her skin.
