Page 70 of The Viscount's Unwanted Bride
CHAPTER 22
Theodore’s mouth fell open,and the knots in Kate’s gut tightened. Had she made a mistake to ask? Only, she’d never experienced anything like what he’d done to her, and she wanted to make him feel as lovely as he’d made her feel. How could that be wrong?
“Amelia told me that marital relations could be pleasurable, but I didn’t fully believe her,” she hastened to add. “I was wrong, and knowing how good it can be, I want you to feel the same.”
He stared at her, apparently flabbergasted.
Heat throbbed between her legs, reminding her of the wave of sensation that had rolled through her only moments earlier, and she squeezed them together and savored the sweet pulse.
“Only if there’s a way we can do it without creating a baby, of course.” She didn’t want him to think she was dismissing his concerns in that regard without further discussion.
He cleared his throat and the tips of his ears turned red. “There are, er, ways.”
“Good.” She grinned, pleased to hear it. She hadn’t been sure that sharing physical intimacy had been the best choice when they were both already emotional, but perhaps it would bringthem closer together. She certainly didn’t regret it. “Perhaps I could put my mouth on you the way you did with me?”
He sputtered, a blush spreading down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. “Let’s, uh, save that for later.” He hesitated. “Are you sure you want to do this? Don’t feel obligated. What I did was for you, not because I hoped you’d return the favor.”
“I want to,” she assured him. “Please.”
“Very well.”
He got up and sat on the chaise beside her. She started to stand, ready to kneel in front of him as he had for her, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“You can stay here,” he said hoarsely.
“All right.” She watched, fascinated, as he unbuttoned his trousers and shimmied them down far enough to reveal his drawers. He lifted himself up for long enough to pull his drawers down, and she stared at the flesh he’d uncovered.
She’d never seen this part of a man before. His thighs were covered with coarse, dark hair, and there was a patch of soft, springy hair at his groin in the same place she had hair, but that was where the similarities ended.
A thick, firm shaft thrust outward. It was red, with a shiny bulbous head and soft, large balls beneath.
This was the part that was supposed to go inside her? How on earth was it meant to fit?
Theodore grasped her hand and wrapped it around the shaft. It was hot against her palm and as satiny as the skin of her lower belly. Much harder though. He encouraged her to tighten her grip and move it along his length.
“Like this,” he murmured.
She allowed him to guide her movements until she got the hang of it enough to brush him off and take over. She didn’t wanthim to have to work for his own pleasure. He hadn’t done that to her, after all.
“Is that right?” she asked as she tightened her hand on an upward stroke.
“Yes. Perfect. You’re doing so well.”
Smiling to herself, she kept going, using his breaths and the soft grunts and sighs he made to decipher what he liked most. Growing bolder, she used her other hand to play with the head. She ran her fingers over the taut skin and, when a bead of clear fluid appeared, she collected it on her thumb and studied it.
“That’s my seed.” His voice was strained, and she found she liked it. “When I orgasm—which is the peak of pleasure you experienced—I produce much more of it. The seed is what causes pregnancy if I’m inside you when I ejaculate.”
How fascinating. It looked so innocuous, and yet this fluid could create life.
She resumed stroking him, determined to get this right. He’d suffered so much. He deserved to feel good.
His thighs began to shake, and she recalled how her own body had done the same thing soon before she’d… orgasmed.
Lord, his tongue had felt divine as it traced her most secret parts. Would he enjoy it just as much if she did the same to him?
Cautiously, she leaned forward until her mouth hovered only an inch over the head of his shaft. Another pearl of seed had appeared there, and she wrapped her mouth around it and licked the droplet off.
Theodore cursed and arched up. His shaft pulsed in her hand before ropes of translucent white shot from the end, landing all over her face.
