Page 97 of The Earl's Bluestocking Bride
She nibbled on her lower lip. “Promise?”
He crossed his heart. “I give my solemn oath.”
“All right.” She could do this. She hadn’t lied about wanting to try. Ever since the first time Andrew had placed his mouth on her there, she’d been curious whether he would enjoy it if she did the same to him.
She undid his breeches, fumbling with the laces as her hands trembled.
Andrew’s thumb and forefinger encircled her wrist gently. “Easy, sweetheart. Breathe. I promise you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
She exhaled, long and slow, and something inside her eased. He was right. If she fumbled this time, she could just do better next time. They had their entire lives ahead of them.
She tugged at the waistband of his breeches, and he lifted his hips so she could pull them down. His drawers followed. She left them around his knees and lowered herself onto her front beside his legs. She propped herself up with one hand and wrapped the other around his cock.
Her breath hitched. He was already hard, but he stiffened further in her grip, pulsing against her palm like molten steel. She pumped him a few times and spread the liquid that leaked from the head of his cock with her thumb. He groaned, and his hips twitched.
Smiling to herself, she repeated the motion. She’d played with him like this before, although she’d never tried to make him spill his seed. After all, if he wanted an heir, it was best off inside her. She doubted mistresses ever thought about anything as practical as that, though.
Quite the opposite.
Slowly, she lowered her head and licked the end of his cock. A salty, musky flavor filled her mouth. She wouldn’t call it delicious, but it wasn’t unpleasant either. She lickedhim again, her tongue darting over his flesh, there and gone again.
“Lia…”
She stilled, and her eyes rose to his. He’d never called her that before.
“Is that not all right?” he asked.
“I like it.”
The name felt special. Intimate. Similar to what her father called her, but different.
Just for them.
She swirled her tongue around his head and was rewarded with more of the salty-sweet seed. Sealing her lips around him, she sucked.
His hips bucked, and he made a growling noise in the back of his throat that did strange things to her body. She could feel herself becoming damp between her legs. By now, she knew that meant she was readying herself for him.
She spread open-mouthed kisses down the side of his cock, licking and sucking his length.
“Take me in your mouth,” he pleaded.
Her eyebrows pinched together, but she sucked his cock head into her mouth and tried to take him deeper. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.
“Easy.” He stroked her hair. “Just take a little at a time.”
She blinked rapidly, her eyes watering, and tried again, this time only going a little deeper. She pulled off and repeated the motion, going slightly deeper again. Over and over, she continued, stopping short when she felt herself begin to gag.
Her jaw was starting to ache, but with the sounds of bliss Andrew kept making, she didn’t intend to stop anytime soon.
“Stop.” Andrew tugged gently on her hair, drawing her off him.
“What?” she panted.
“I’m nearly there.”
“I know.” She didn’t see the problem.
He chuckled, and his head flopped back against the blanket. “I want to be inside you.”
