Now she lay in the dark and listened to the slow, deep breaths of her husband. The man who had rescued her. The man who had held her and listened to her confession of murder and then told her he still loved her. The man with the biggest heart in all of England.
No, the world.
And he had told her that all of his heart was hers.
He had also saidwhenever you wantin her bathroom once upon a time, before they had bathed together. She would take that as permission.
Becausenowwas thatwhenever. She wanted. She wanted him. All of him.
Blessedly, Phineas was on his back. If he had been sleeping on his stomach as he usually did, she wasn’t sure how she could have shifted him without waking him up.
She ducked all the way under the covers. It was even darker under the counterpane, but she knew his body so well now. She ran a hand up his thigh and found the wiry nest of hair and his scrotum. She lightly took hold of his member. She tentatively licked his shaft from the base up to the top, keeping her tongue gentle. Then she took a deep breath and put his soft phallus in her mouth.
She would not be forceful initially. She did not want him to wake up unless he was aroused. She was worried he would stop her as he had before, but she didn’t think he would stop her once she got him very hard.
Again, she was surprised by how much she loved the taste and the smell of him here. It was a highly-concentrated and very animal form of Phineas’ scent. She could see how she might come to hunger for it and do this for him if only to get this smell and taste. Hadn’t she wanted to coat herself in his scent the first time they coupled? Hadn’t she hugged and rubbed herself with his shirt for weeks? She began to feel a throb between her legs.
Her thought was that her mouth should act like a quim for his cock. He had said her quim was tight and warm and wet and she felt sure those were words of praise and what gave him pleasure.
She held his cock at its base and moved her mouth up and down the shaft, trying to make a firm seal but still keeping her lips moist and shielding her teeth. So quickly, he was stiffening and growing in her mouth, responding to her lips and her tongue.
The pattern of his breathing had changed. One of his legs moved. He was waking up. She moved up and down a little more quickly.
Then a very sharp inhale from him, the covers being shifted away from her head.
“Caro.”
She looked toward where his own head must be, but it was too dark to see him. She kept moving her lips and her tongue on his cock. His hand was in her hair. “Caro, oh, God. Caro.”
She took her mouth off of him and said, “Light the l-lamp, Phineas. Light the lamp so you can watch your wife suck your cock.”
He grunted and she sensed a tightening of his abdomen and a slight twist of his body. The scrape of the strike of the tinderbox, a spunk flared and lamplight filled the room as she put him back in her mouth. She no longer needed to hold the base of his shaft—his cock was bolt upright, hard and thick and swollen. It filled her mouth entirely. She fixed her eyes on his and slid her mouth very slowly up and down.
“God, Caro. You don’t have to do this.” He groaned.
She withdrew her mouth from his cock, making sure to get it very wet with her tongue as she did so and then stroked him with her hand as she spoke.
“I want to do this.”
Keeping her eyes on him, she took him as deep into her mouth as she could so the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat.
He groaned and clutched at the mattress. “You heard me, right, Caro?” His voice was raw, rasping.
She very slowly withdrew, sucking on him the whole time, lingering just at the end to swirl her tongue around the bulbous head of his shaft.
“I heard you. I don’t have to do this.”
“So you can stop if you like.”
She shook her head. “It’s what I want.”
“You want to?”
She put her head to the side and licked his shaft from base to tip. “I want to worship you with my tongue.” She engulfed just the tip with her lips and licked the head. “I want to make you spend with my mouth.” She kissed his slit. “I want to do for you what you do for me.” She sat up. “Can I?”
“Oh, God, yes. You can do whatever you want to me.”
She took him in her mouth again. “Oh, darling, that feels so good. Your mouth, your tongue.” She brought a hand to his scrotum and squeezed him there gently. “Oh, yes, that drives me mad. Your mouth and you touching me. Keep doing that and I’ll come in the next minute.”
