Chapter Eleven
Secret Things
He made her undress completely, so he could see her entirely naked as he hadn’t had a chance to do before. He stripped too, baring his whole body, his arms and chest, his cock and stones to her gaze.
He was ridiculously hard. She stared at his upstanding shaft as he lay back beside her.
“It is…” She swallowed hard. “It is a bit larger than I remembered. I did not know gentlemen were built that way before that night on the ship. But it makes sense now.”
“Indeed. It does make a lot of sense.” He smiled to try to put her at ease. “No need to cover yourself, darling.” He pulled down the blanket where she’d brought it up to cover her naked breasts. “We’re about to do expressly naughty things, and we must be fully open to one another without shame. You have nothing to be ashamed of, do you? You’re my wife now. Your body belongs to me, and mine to you.”
“Oh, yes. I see.”
His sweet Rosalind. She made a visible effort to be casual and unaffected by her nudity, though it would take time. The fact that she tried made a deep thrum of affection lodge in his heart, right beside the part of him that wanted to defile her completely.
“Does it hurt when it is so…so…?” She gazed at his member.
“Hard? Turgid? Erect? It doesn’t hurt, exactly. Rather, it aches for sensation and satisfaction. That’s why I came inside you that night on the ship, to relieve that ache.”
“Oh, it relieved some bit of aching for me too.” She seemed delighted by the natural rightness of this equation.
“But as we discussed earlier, when I come inside you and find my satisfaction, I spill my seed there which could result in a baby. But another way you can give me sensation and satisfaction is with your mouth.”
“Oh.” She seemed stunned by this. “How?”
“You begin by kissing it. Kneel beside me and bend down over it, my love, and kiss around the tip.”
He expected reluctance at least, perhaps even protest, but she surprised him by complying immediately. “Like this?”
As soon as her lips touched his shaft, he almost came off the bed. It wasn’t only the warm, sweet, delicate touch. It was the shock of seeing her do it, of experiencing in real time the fantasy he’d entertained for so long. Lady Rosalind Lionel—now his Lady Marlow—was pleasuring him with her mouth and he wasn’t sure he could survive how astonishing it was.
She hesitated at his sudden jerk, looking up at him. “Does that hurt you?”
“Only the exquisiteness of it,” he said, trying to collect himself. By God, it had just been a kiss. “Continue, please. It feels very good to me.”
“There is a liquid here. Is this your seed?”
He gritted his teeth as she touched his pre-ejaculate, smearing it across his cock’s crown. She was so hapless, so innocently erotic. If he didn’t get a hold of himself, he’d explode within seconds.
“Y-yes,” he said. “It won’t harm you to get it on your lips. Do me a favor now, darling. Grip the shaft with one hand, or both, whatever feels right to you, and give me more kisses. Then, when you feel ready, open your mouth a bit and suck upon the tip. Not too hard…”
Ah, she was so obedient. She bent over him, following his directions with conscientious intent.
“Be careful of your teeth,” he said as she nicked him. “Try to keep everything soft and hot and wet.”
“Yes, my lord.” Her soft murmur turned him on nearly as much as her innocently clumsy ministrations. Taking control of her would help him keep control of himself more readily. He gave more explicit instructions, telling her to lick him now, to open a bit wider, to take him deeper in her mouth.
“Like this?” she asked, so eager to please him.
“Just like that. And arch your hips up, would you? Keep your bottom right up in the air as you kiss and suck me.”
It made an irresistible target as she knelt over him to suck him off. He gave her a couple spanks, then squeezed her supple arse cheeks. Heaven, to be in her mouth and redden her backside at the same time.
“You do like to spank me,” she accused, holding his shaft just beside her moistened lips. “You enjoy it immensely. Perversely.”
“Perversely? Yes. Guilty as charged.” He gave her another spank, a harder one. “I daresay being married to me, you’ll have to grow used to having your bottom spanked and played with.”
“Played with? How do you play with a—”