“Do you need to flip for it?”she asked, cocking her head to the side, but it was not the way people normally asked him.There was no mockery in her voice, no judgment.She was completely matter-of-fact and perhaps a little curious, but in a manner that put him at ease rather than raising his hackles in defensiveness.
“You do not mind?”His grip on the coin tightened and relaxed.“I would feel better.”
“You flipped to save me.”
“I flipped to marry you,” he corrected her.It seemed important for her to know that he would have saved her, regardless.Even if the coin had said not to, he would have found a way.Have Christian do it.Or Drake.
But he was glad it had been him.
A slow smile curved the edges of her lips, and she drew her knees up under the covers, wrapping her arms around them.She was completely covered this way, and he had the strongest urge to tug those sheets down and reveal her body to him all over again.But it depended on what his coin said.For the first time, he was starting to see his friends’ point about using it foreverything.It might be nice to just do what he wanted.
“Then I have no objections.I am very happy with its outcomes so far.And I am curious what will happen if you flip it and it says that I should not um… do anything for you.”The lingering blush in her cheeks as she tried to speak around her offer, rather than repeating it outright, was utterly delightful.
Matthew was very much looking forward to teaching her to say utterly filthy things to him in the future, but for the moment, he was content to flip his coin and have herdosomething utterly filthy.
Hopefully.
“Then I will ask it if I should use my mouth on your pussy,” he replied, deliberately being blunt, just so he could watch her cheeks flush hot again.He was not disappointed.Shaking her head, her arms tightened around her knees in front of her.
“I do not think I can take any more of that either.Wait…” She blinked.“Is that why… last night…”
“Yes.”He flipped the coin into the air.“Heads, I get your mouth on my cock.Tails, you get mine on your cunt.And I promise, you will be able to take it.”
Matthew lifted his hand from where it was covering the coin on the back of his arm and grinned.Sliding the coin off his hand, he reached over to put it down on the nightstand as he spoke.
“Your mouth.”
“My mouth.”She whispered the words.
“Not to worry, little violet,” he said, shifting his position on the bed so that he was sitting beside her, his back against the headboard, his legs stretched out on the bed, feet shoulder-width apart.The sheets were pressed to her front, so her back was bare, covered only with the silky fall of her long, white-blonde hair.He ran his fingers through the silky strands, then up her side to curl around her neck and draw her to him, finishing his sentence just before he kissed her.“I will direct you.”
Johanna
The brush of her husband’s lips over hers sent a thrill through Johanna.Though she was very sore between her legs when she pressed them together, she could not deny the flutter in her core as he touched her.His strong fingers around the back of her neck, the way he guided her with his grip, made her body come alive in response.
She recognized the sensations—the tingling, the way her skin prickled—from the night before.More pleasure seemed impossible to endure, yet there was some part of her body that absolutely alighted at the possibility.
The pressure on her neck increased, and Johanna’s head drifted away from her husband’s lips and down toward his chest.The bedsheet was still clutched to her own chest as she was moved, though it hardly mattered as her breasts were now hanging beneath her, the long length of her hair brushing over his thighs.
The curtain of hair helped give her some confidence as she got her first truly good look at his cock, hiding her while she looked her fill.He was so very different from her.The dark thatch of hair around the stalk of his manhood was coarser than the rest of his body, even more so than that of his legs, and from it grew a hard bloom with a reddish-purplish knob at the top.
He had paused in his pressure on her neck, as if realizing she wanted to look at him and giving her the time to do so.
Taking one of her hands in his free one, he moved it to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the stalk and groaning with pleasure as her cheeks heated in another fiery blush.He felt hot and hard in her hand, almost as though he was pulsing against her palm.
“This is the shaft,” he said, before moving her hand up to the top.“This is the crown, or the head.Bloody hell, that feels good.”He groaned again, and a rush of pleasure went through Johanna.
Was this how he felt when he made her moan and whimper?Did her pleasure bring him a rush of his own?
Tentatively, she flicked out her tongue along the crown, right where the small slit was, and was rewarded when her husband hissed between his teeth and his grip on the back of her neck tightened.Johanna felt very much like a naughty little kitten while he was holding her like this… and to her surprise, even though she’d always been one to follow the rules, right now she was enjoying feeling very naughty indeed.Perhaps because it was obvious, the duke was receiving pleasure from her wickedness.
“Yes, lick my cock, sweetness.”He tightened his hand around hers on his shaft, guiding her fingers up and down as he pumped his cock with her palm.Emboldened, Johanna flicked her tongue out to lick him again, swiping the flat of her tongue over his crown.He groaned, squeezing her hand even harder around him.“All around the head.Good girl.”
Oh my.
The heat that flushed through Johanna at his praise had nothing to do with a blush.It was like her whole body turned red, but she could see from her hand and arm that was not true… it just felt that way.Her insides were suddenly throbbing, the way they had last night when he’d been touching her.Licking her.
All from a couple of words.
