Page 45 of If The Fates Allow
“Will you scream?”
A shaky laugh left him. “I think I might.”
“What if I use my mouth?” she asked, truly wanting to know how to make this good for him. “Would that make you scream?”
She released his length when he didn’t reply and stepped between him and the mirror. “Tell me how to do it.”
He seemed uncertain. “I don’t think that’s a good idea this time around.”
“Why not?” She pushed at his pants, easing them further down his thighs. “Let me.”
A blush tinted his cheeks. “Control when it comes to you… do you understand what happens when a man finishes?”
Unfortunately, when Bonnie had given her and Grace a speech about marital affairs, they had giggled throughout the entire thing leaving the end slightly hazy.
“I think so?”
“Ah, well, I would likely finish in your mouth. I don’t think I could stop myself.”
This whole side of Noah was fascinating, and it had her slowly sinking to the floor, her nails scratching across his skin as she fell. “Then don’t.”
“Willa.” Her name snagged in his throat as he watched her settle on her knees. “Not for long.”
A drop of moisture beaded at his impressive tip, and she licked her lips, examining every ridge and vein straining under her observation. “When you say stop, I will.”
Stop what exactly? She didn’t know. She had never seen what to do, so she decided to do what she wanted. With a flick of her tongue, she lapped at the wetness, waiting.
Noah hissed, and she paused before going in for another taste. “Am I doing something wrong?”
He shook his head, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Hold me like you were a moment ago and pump. Slowly.” She did as he instructed, noticing the goosebumps covering his thighs. “Now take me into your mouth, sucking slightly as you do.”
When her lips closed around him, a loud moan broke from Noah. She relished the sound, and while it took her a few tries to become accustomed to the sensation of having him in her mouth, she found it easier after setting a comfortable rhythm.
“Ah, God.” His fingers tangled in her hair, and she increased her speed, timing the bob of her head with the plunge of his cock into her mouth. “I want to be gentle with you.” His hips thrust forward, gagging her slightly. “But I don’t know that I can.”
She released him to catch her breath but kept a steady pace with her hand. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“I’ll be good to you, Willa.” Noah let out another groan, louder this time, and she returned her mouth to his cock, unable to stop herself from sucking him in as far as she could go. When his tip grazed the back of her throat, the muscles on his stomach shivered. “But yes, it will hurt.”
She came up for air a second time, panting as heavily as him. “And never again?”
“Never again.”
Pressing a goodbye kiss to his thick shaft, she stood. “Well, then, I’m ready to get the painful part out of the way.”
Chapter 14
On a trip to Hollingsdale once, Willa ventured into the rear section of the local bookshop. As with every visit to town, her mother permitted her to purchase as many books as she could carry.
The gesture was not out of kindness. It was done only because Margaret knew that the more her daughter read, the more likely Willa would stay hidden in her conservatory and leave the rest of them alone.
So, when she wandered into the little bookshop off Main Street that day, her family left her to her own devices, as did the shop’s proprietor, who understood both Willa’s ailments and that she was never truly permitted much freedom away from Haven House.
And that was how she ended up in the rear of the bookshop. A secret corner where the more risqué selections could be found. Nothing too untoward, of course. A sordid romance here or there, and perhaps an art book where the sketches involved nudity.
It was one of the art books Willa had dared to open. Skimming the pages as her cheeks reddened, she absorbed as much as she could. The beautiful women in their many shapes and sizes, the men with their heated gazes and blatant arousals, and the sketches of them copulating vigorously on various pieces of furniture.
All of it had seemed so scandalously delicious, and she had returned the book to the shelf, disappointedly secure in the fact that she would never experience such a moment.
